walkthedarkpath | Open Post Vergil Sparda

They hadn't seen each other in months. Respective duties had them on two separate sides of the planet, and couldn't don't be abandoned for a bit of quality time. But finally, she was home.

She ignored everyone who tried to speak to her, marching passed them all. The only words that had passed between her, and one of her retainers, was to ask where her husband was.

She cared not at all, that he was busy discussing the particulars of the imports for the city. She came straight to the Magic Quarter, brushed passed the undead mage that was talking, and grabbed her husband, kissing him full on the lips.

Neither of them were much for public displays like this, but she'd been away from him for too long. The itch to be with him too long denied. Who cares if people knew she kissed her husband?

Nero had missed her desperately, but the boy was off to his lessons for the day already, Vergil was already working. He found he quite liked his position even if it didn't always see a lot of battle, he was helping keep his wife's home safe and running in his own way. He missed her desperately, but he pushed on.

Part of him would always be the boy longing to be protected and loved, here he was but he felt the words he could never allow himself to say when she was with him. His strong beautiful goddess of death.

A surprised sound escaped him as she pulled him in, the spiral swords appeared before her scent hit him and they vanished in a twinkle of blue light as he wrapped both arms around her and kissed her passionately back, probably the most action old mage has seen in years.

There absolutely is a gaping forsaken, staring at his King and Queen, as they... say hello. And when it's clear that they aren't stopping right away, he sort of slinks away. The Quarter isn't empty, by any stretch, and they certainly gain an audience, of various races. But on one that's smart enough to stay well back.

When she finally let's him breathe, she stays close, forehead touching his.

"I missed you, riom," she says in Italian, save for the affectionate.

Vergil will hunt him down when he remembers later that he had actual work to do. Keeping the queen happy was the most important job of the Queen's consort. Would they ever let him actually hold the title of king? He still demanded the respect either way. Vergil held her close and kissed her in return, pulling back to breath.

Those blue eyes staying on hers, as the corner of his lips curled into a grin.

"I missed you too, Innamorta. You must tell me all about your adventures, I have missed your voice as much as the rest of you." He returned, loving the sound of her speaking in Italian.

Well there's many reasons that she left him in charge. Only one of which was to show the Forsaken that he was worthy. The more often they had to follow him, the more they would see that he deserved to be crowned. And with hey being named Warchief, it was something she was intending to come to pass. The Forsaken needed a separate representation within the Horde. Yes, that representation would be highly bias, being her husband, but Vergil could be trusted to question her if it was warranted.

"Flatterer." Ah, but she smiles. One of her real smiles, that only he and Nero can bring to her. The kind of smile that made the onlookers talk behind their hands, because the rumors are true. Warchief Sylvanas really was smitten with her half demon husband.

"Are you in the middle of anything pressing?"

AS much as Vergil did love her, he would question her if he ever doubted her motivation, She was Queen of the Forsaken and War Chief but someone had to keep things running here while she was away. Even if he was an outsider he had come to think of the Undercity as his home and the people under his wife's protection likewise under his. Nero loved the Forsaken and the heirs of Sparda would protect the place.

"You love it, and you know it. DO not try to deny it." The half demon's hearing was sharp enough to hear those gasps two but he didn't care. No on would doubt them in moments like these, when he held her close and was gifted such a rare beautiful smile.

"Not as pressing as you, Come let's go. Nero is not due back for hours yet and all of the truly important matters are handled."

The truth was, being married- blissfully married- had done wonders for the state of the factions. It has shown the world that they're was still a heart inside the Banshee Queen's chest. And with Anduin Wrynn in charge of the Alliance, that little bit of 'goodness' had given him enough cause, to not press against the Horde, when all others passed at him for it. The gossip would only serve them well.

"You read my mind, beloved." Her hand slips down, clasping his. As they start to leave, the soft gasps and giggles, made behind hands, but them farewell. It's not like it isn't easily guessed where the Royal pair are going off to.

Vergil was never quite sure when people went from seeing her as a complete evil to seeing her as more human than she was, which was ironic given she wasn't human at all. He loved nurturing her dead heart, as much as he loved being in the thick of the Frey fighting along side the forsaken. The longer the old war cheif was dead the more at peace he came with it. He missed his old friend but now the world seemed more peaceful.

He lifted her hand as they walked, kissing her palm. The king loved the attention that much was always true and he could spoil her at the same time. Walking hand in hand towards their Chambers. "You have not missed much here aside from Nero is reading much better in all three languages."

"Excellent news. If he's becoming comfortable, we might inside him to a few more. Knowing what is being said around you can never go amiss."

Humanity is a subjective term. Sylvanas could spend hours breaking down the hypocrisy of the word, as humans rarely showed humanity to even their own kind. Humans were the least humane race she'd ever known. So to have it applied to her could be laughable, for several reasons. But let them think it, if only for the sake of peace, for her people, and safety for her family.

It takes far too long to walk through the city. She's impatient to be alone with her husband, and make up for lost time. Those one could say that the long absence was good for their relationship. As they tended to come crashing back to each other, with renewed fervor, after long stretches apart.

Indeed, that's exactly what happened the moment she had him behind closed doors. She crashes into him, pressing him back against the door, her hands framing his face, as she claims his mouth again. Clearly, really had missed him.

Work on the inter-dimensional transport device was going well, all things considered. It had finally reached a point where Kara felt safe and justified in taking it for a test run. The shift was disorienting, to put it lightly, but she wasn't torn apart atom by atom and (for once) wasn't dumped into open air. There was just a very dizzy blonde standing in a clearing, wearing the form-fitting armor of her people and reaching blindly for a tree to lean against.

When the world finally stopped spinning Kara observed that she was definitely not where she had expected to be. She was prepared for that, of course. If the coordinates she put in were faulty she would only need a day or so to adjust the equations. She was curious, though, because she had used Vergil as an anchor. She should have arrived near him, but this place looked nothing like where she had found the Devil May Cry.

Back on her metaphorical feet, she began cautiously to explore her surroundings.

Oh, she landed near Vergil, just not what she intended. The Undercity had become their home but, sometimes Vergil liked to slip away when the city didn't need the king consort and while the Queen was off being the War Chief. The tree she was leaning against to catch her barings was in a clearing that was covered by dead plants and a deep overcast. Welcome to the land of the forsaken.

However, two colorful figures were in sight, just in the distance, a smaller being in a small purple outfit one more fitting of this world. The other in custom made clothes made to look closer to what he used to wear, a long blue coat and black pants and a white shirt, Yamato at his side. Both had bright white hair of course. While in the other world Nero is nearly 17, this boy looks closer to six. Vergil has a book open reading aloud as he leans on the tree while the boy runs around him. One universal truth; when Vergil gets to be a father he raises a happy kid.

They might be a ways off, but Kara can see more than well enough to recognize at least one of them. She flies to close the distance between them, a fair balance between walking and super-speed.

"Vergil!" She sets down nearby, trying to get a good look at the child. It looks like...

The bright smile falls from her face.

"Nero?" He shouldn't be so young. Something must have gone wrong... Has she screwed up the time stream?

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