Personal

[Notes and Disclaimers]

If there was anything Vergil hated more than glorified lightning rods, it was ants. Ants six feet tall that spewed venom he could handle. Opening his eyes in an early-morning shower to find a tiny insect two inches from his nose, on the other hand, called for drastic measures.

Trish found him, naked and dripping, in the kitchen as he ransacked the bucket of long-neglected household supplies. She cast an amused glance at his bare backside, then cleared her throat. "What are you looking for?"

"Ants in the bathroom," Vergil replied without pausing in his search. "Little fucker almost took my nose off."

"Vergil." Trish struggled to hide her amusement, but it was rapidly becoming a losing battle. "You're a dark mage. A sorcerer with the fearsome powers of the Underworld at your disposal. You don't need RAID."

Vergil paused long enough to give her an inscrutable look, then shook his head. "I could make their little ant-heads explode, but that's over too quickly. This is personal now."

Trish decided, as Vergil resumed his search, that some times it was better not to know.

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Notes and Disclaimers

Devil May Cry is © Capcom Co., Ltd.

Personal requires a fair amount of explanation. First, it deals strictly with information as was provided in the first game. Second, it lives in a world that is one giant in-joke shared with Jo-chan and, as such, has huge gaps of things we'd developed but never actually wrote. Third, Vergil survives, Dante and Trish propagate the species, and Vergil adopts a chupacabra that his nieces name Fluffy. Still doesn't make sense? That's okay.