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Infusion of Essence - Part One: Bonds
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The first part to my Devil May Cry fanfiction. =] I'm utterly proud of it because of all the thought and research I did for it. You'll see what I mean. Feedback would be dandy~

Infusion of Essence
Nayeli Niji
2008.3.7

Part One: Bonds

The star and circle had been drawn. She was infinitely impressed with the accuracy of which they’d done so. Of course, they did have more years than her own age to perfect the ability.

They, she and her four siblings, placed themselves at their appointed points of the star; Adelina at the top, Jezebel to her right, Torrin to her left, Mazavar to her front right and Orion side from him. At the centre of the star was Nero. He was unconscious from a powerful drug they’d used to suppress the demonic aura in his arm. It was beginning to do just as Adelina had warned him it would do; it was spreading. If they let it be, it would engulf Nero whole and take over completely. They didn’t intend to let something as such happen.

Adelina, as the heart and soul of the group – despite her dominant element being air – waited and chanted with the others until she felt the strength and essence of her siblings’ powers flow unto her. They soon kneeled as she illuminated with silver power of the combined efforts of the God who’d blessed their line with such gifts. She stepped forward and got to her own knees before Nero putting her hands about his shoulders holding him sitting up.

Silver robes whipping as it withstood the wave of essence, Adelina infused it expertly before pulling it back, having trapped the demon’s power at the core of her own.

But with a few moments of beginning the removal, she felt the power mutate strangely. Many gasps could be heard around her, as well as her sister’s shriek. Her aquamarine eyes shot open just in time to catch a man, who resembled Nero a bit, standing up out of the power. Though her instincts told her to immediately stop the ritual, she kept at it. The chance that someone endured permanent damage was enough, even if only slight. The essence drained from her into him as she gazed wide-eyed at the pale, bare skin as raw as the blue of his eyes and white of his hair. As the being’s body completed formation, her chest began to sear with pain. All at once, everything stopped and the ground got up to slap her in the face.

***
Adelina jumped suddenly from her bed causing everyone in the room to mimic to some degree. She swore out in the tongue of their ancients and lashed out an arm. She soon found herself being restricted by Torrin’s brute strength and met his fiery gaze. Though always fiery, his fierceness was replaced with worry and anxiousness. The night’s events slowly began to return to her conscious memory.
“Nero…” he nodded at the sound of his name from across the room. He was well and completely unharmed. She was relieved at first to see his right arm baring pale, human flesh as it held Kyrie’s waist affectionately. Then she panicked.

“The demon…”

“He’s in the infirmary,” a voice informed from the door that had opened in that moment for Dante to step into, “And he’s anxious to see the woman who granted him a second life.”

Adelina watched him with silent horror as Jezebel sat beside her sister and gently moved her long, blue-tainted silver bangs from her face, “Adelina…I doubt he’d harm anyone given the current situation.”

She moved her head to allow the light blue strands face back away from the hold of her ear. Mixing with it was pure silver that made up the back ¾ of her head. It was long down to the small of her back and covering most of her breasts. It moved like quicksilver and appeared as gems ground into the finest material imaginable. Her line took great pride in their beauty, much like the gods they worshiped.
Her left index finger immediately began to tangle and twirl within the tips of heavenly blue out of nervous habit. She was contemplating.
Mazavar and Orion approached and helped her to her feet. When she managed to gain the balance back, she walked on her own, with Dante beside her, to the infirmary. She wasn’t surprised to see he wasn’t in the infirmary because he needed to be, but more because he was forced to be there. He had drained her completely of her own power that night, as well as what Torrin, Jezebel, Mazavar and Orion had loaned. Its return sometime during her unconsciousness kept her calm and reserved.
The man, Dante had identified him as his own twin brother, looked up from the ground and his gaze immediately found Adelina. It wasn’t uncommon for people in this situation to recognize their resurrectour purely by the essence they now shared.
She noticed the similarities between Dante and him and it was obvious he wasn’t lying about the lineage. Their faces were basically the same save for the obvious mark of seriousness he had in contrast. She could tell from the creases how they were opposites in persona. His hair was swiped back into spikes that made him appear even more threatening. His posture was definitely better trained than Dante’s, and probably anyone she’d met aside from the elders. Reading what she would have to deal with was simple enough…
Seeing her hesitate, he took steps closer to her never blinking or glancing away, “Adelina…”
She drew in a breath, more out of the way he’d breathed her name like a relief or prayer rather than that he knew it at all. After all, their connection would open up a lot more between them than just names.
“Vergil,” she answered holding her hand out to shake in proper introduction.
He grabbed it immediately and got down into a low bow as he kissed the top gratefully. Dante seemed amused by the action having never seen his brother act in appreciation towards anyone or anything prior. Though, he could understand it; without her effort and sacrifice, he’d not be standing there.
Adelina blushed slightly, though couldn’t keep herself from sighing from exhaustion, “You…do you understand what happened? …what is happening?”
“I know that part of your essence is what called me from the boy’s arm, and the combined essences of you and your siblings is what provided me my vessel…”
“And it is my essence alone that keeps you here.” she finished. “That means once I die…”
“I understand.” He interrupted sternly. “You have my gratitude, and furthermore, my protection.”
She seemed taken aback by this as she looked away blushing even more now. She knew he wasn’t saying what anyone of her customs would think it appeared to be, but she couldn’t help note the similarities. An elder, Aden, chuckled from the doorway drawing everyone’s attention. He strode in with an air was warmth and amusement around him.

“You don’t know the weight of which your words hold,” he said smiling as he took Adelina’s hand from Vergil’s and squeezed it lovingly.
Aden was not just the head elder of the Coven, but the grandfather to her and her siblings. They were very closely knit as their parents had been taken when they were very young. Orion, now almost sixteen, could only remember blurs of faces and loving voices. Though Mazavar and Adelina – twins – had more distinct pictures, they had very few memories.
Vergil stood at full height – almost a full foot over Adelina – and addressed Aden, “And what weight, pray tell, would that be?”
Almost instantly, Vergil’s nature appeared. Adelina predicted he’d be cross with anyone other than herself…hell, she didn’t expect the special treatment long. Aden wasn't daunted by the hostility, "Well, promising gratification and protection are two of the vows alistairs take upon courting a lady."
Vergil's hostility turned to momentary surprise before he locked himself in a mask of apathy and closed his eyes, as if it took some sort of effort for him not to lose his temper, "Regardless, know that my intentions are that of one doing what he must to live."

Aden nodded, "Indeed, and what's more...how will you protect her?"
He gave him a puzzled look before Aden continued, "You are one man. A man with ambition and priorities, no doubt. When you are not around..."
"That won't happen. Save for private, necessary moments," he prompted.

"If she decides otherwise? She has her own responsibilities. And if she were to take an alistair?" Aden pressed insistent.

Briefly, Adelina's eyes caught Vergil's as they seemed to demand her to step in. Torrin stepped in before anyone, though, "As a captain of my own division of our Coven's guard, and eldest brother to Adelina, I believe protection beyond your ability will fall to me and my men."

When Vergil found approval in Adelina's relieved gaze at her brother, he had no other choice, but to agree. Half demon her may be, by not a miracle worker.

In the moment, Adelina was taken by a wave of pain as she cringed and swayed forward. Torrin made a move to catch her, but Vergil -- being right in front of her -- easily supported her with an arm. After moments of hazy delirium, Adelina's hands moved to his chest trying to steady herself. Her face reddened when she realized who had put their around around her. What got to her most, though, was her inability to be able to sense who it was, especially him.
"She needs rest," he stated in the same apathy, "She will be in my care until further notice."

With that, Vergil lifted her bridal style with ease and began to return her to her room. Immediately after letting her down gently on the bed, she pulled herself to sit back against the pillow. She declined the blanket; she was already burning up as it was. Quickly, she spoke letting more weakness into her voice than intended, "You know, I'm not completely helpless. I can defend myself."

He retorted lightly, "Nevertheless, my life depends on yours for the time being..."
"Excuse me, 'for the time being'?" she interrupted in disbelief.

Vergil paused momentarily, "Of course. You don't expect a demon to be tamed by a petty bond to a human? There are ways to break this dependency, and I will find them."

Adelina remained silent as she contemplated this. There was absolutely no record of it being possible to do such a thing...by human means. She had no idea what a demon could do to break this bond. Was it really as simple as he made it sound to do it? Her thoughts were interrupted suddenly by him pacing around the room restlessly.
She yawned and moved to lay down, "You don't need to stay here. You'll know exactly when I wake, I promise you that. You'll know a lot while I sleep..."
In those moments, Adelina's eyes fluttered closed as she tried to resist sleep, and lost. He stood over her watching her figure still, save for the rhythmic movement of her chest. He's never openly admit it to her, but considering she could perform a successful resurrection spell and still be alive, especially with him living off of her own life force, was astonishing. He wasn't thrilled to have a younger girl to share this situation with, but he could name many others he'd prefer her over.
He walked to the large double doors with clear glass windows leading onto a balcony. He gave her own last glance almost expecting the sleeping girl to protest as he swiftly left and set out to finish what he'd started...

***
Morning came to Adelina sooner than she would've wished. Her sleep seemed none-existent as she woke up feeling like she'd never gone to sleep at all. Though, the sun shining its radiance and glory through the heavenly flowing curtains and the door to her balcony filled the room with a beauty that wouldn't be quite the same without it. The antique, borderline ancient, statues and figurines illuminated and smiled in the bath of light, much like the many other trinkets and items found about. The cloth of light violet and a material as fine as her hair hanging from atop her canopy bed had brushed her cheek, tickling her to consciousness. She couldn't help but stand and follow it to its source...

Then she hesitated, 'Flowing curtains...'

When had the door been opened? She hurried to it, immediately sensing the aura of a demon faintly lingering on the handle when she touched it. 'Vergil...' she knew it.

She sighed as she began to fix the door to its dormant state, though stopped. Was it so likely that he'd just enter through the front doors? Just in case, she let it remain opened slightly before turning to her vanity stand and watching her pale reflection in the large, circular mirror. She noticed the golden tint missing from her semblant. Her essence, though returning, was still weak. She'd likely need medicine to help regain her strength.
She changed the robes she'd been wearing since the night of the ritual for something lighter and more flowing; a silk off the shoulder top with loose sleeves that split from the elbow down, a long, silk skirt allowing her to move freely without restriction, long white leggings and Lolita styled platform Mary Janes shoes. Her attire was, like usual, predominantly white with lighter shades of violet, blue and pink to match her complexion and hair.

On her way through the corridours leading to the library of the almost labyrinth layout of the Coven, Adelina braided parts of the long blue bangs and connected them at the back to keep any bothersome strays from her face. A simple movement of her hand at this point, really.
She found the library empty. It must've been pretty early considering that. She glanced at the mirror clock towards the closer east wall to find it was seven-thirty. 'Not nearly as early as I thought...'
She pressed on towards the back to the section containing myths and 'history' of her Coven's city, Amphegorey. The name of the city has always managed to win a giggle or smile every time she thought about it.
'Amphigory; a nonsense verse; a rigmarole, with apparent meaning, which on further attention proves to be meaningless.' she recited the dictionary definition in her psyche.
Adelina caressed the silver wing charm on her blue chain bracelet as she scanned over the many titles. She was looking for answers to the issue at hand; the peace of Amphegorey and Fortuna. It had once been as such, an Amphegorian able to stand side-by-side with a Fortunian, but now...their separate viewpoints had drove them apart. As the second youngest of the third generation since the end of said peace, she was one of the many responsible for Nero and Kyrie, the ambassadours of Fortuna. Nero didn't seem to care much of it; peace or war, it didn't matter to him. Though, Kyrie was different. She reminded Adelina of Jezebel; peaceful, generous and motherly. She wanted peace every bit as badly as they did. The problem was the general public, both divided parts being told of the “evils” of the other from childhood to adulthood. Even her constant defending of them, there was little she could do to make up for the three generations of hate when she was only one.

If only they could convince enough of three generations to give it a chance...perhaps some hope would show.
She sought the wisdom of her ancestours, as they had lived many more generations in peace and tolerance. The problem was their inability to learn from the past as many people in history have noted. It worked both ways; positive or mistakes, nobody learned. Or, at least not enough to avoid it. People gave up hope far too easily, while under the assumption that such horrour could never happen to them. A contradiction in itself, but that's how it was.
As her hand grazed the fragile spine of an older looking book, she could feel a familiar presence suddenly at her back. She paused and nodded, “You left me alone last night...”
Much to her amusement, he scoffed in annoyance before retorting, “Like you stated, you're self reliant.”
Nodding again, she returned to her destination, a book titled “Félicité Lux”. It was Latin, as were some of the roots of the city. “Félicité” was what the united divisions had once been named.

“Félicité of Light,” she translated in a whisper.

Vergil's natural reaction was to listen more closely to catch what she said, though he had no interest in her choice of literature at all. He pretended not to hear as he leaned back towards the wall of books opposite her. Adelina opened the book and began to read aloud, though softly, the Latin words describing the once harmonious city and it's prosperity. He was surprised to hear the book close abruptly. She was already wandering back through the historical section, passed the mythology and fiction and towards an area reserved for comfortable couches and small tables with flowers and magazines on them. She found herself a place at the end of a couch with her back towards the giant, thick glass windows letting in immense light, her legs neatly tucked under herself and book open once more. He slowly followed pretending to find the idle spines more interesting than following her.
When he'd finally reached her area he remained standing with his usual perfected posture beside the couch standing with arms behind him, one hand clutching the other's wrist. A flicker of her eyes noted it was a soldier's stance and a playful smile crept on, “Securus, miles militis.”
He shot her a glare, “Come again?”
She giggled as she turned the page of her book, “I said, 'at ease, soldier'.”
Vergil rolled his eyes in annoyance, “How long will this take, woman? I haven't the time to waste here...”
Adelina sighed exhaustedly as her voice became suddenly distant, “Quoad capit...”

He snarled angrily, “Knock off the nonsense! A direct answer from you would be beautiful!”
<“As long as it takes, if what I said.” her voice still distant.
His anger flared even more, “What do you plan to achieve with this?!”
Her expression was puzzled at first, but then realization flooded and she continued, “You don't know...of the peace we aim to achieve. Once, the cities of Fortuna and Amphegorey were one unity. But now they are separate and on the brink of war...I am one of the many working to unite us. My methods lie within the wisdom of my predecessours; in this book, and many others.
He grabbed the book from her and slammed it onto the table. Her eyes widened in alarm and fright as he towered over her threateningly, “Peace is a worthless feat! Am I right to assume that your peoples refuse to proposition?”
Adelina was silent as she gazed away and nodded. Vergil continued, “Even if you manage to unite them, it will be fleeting and temporary; a curtsy prolonging the inevitable. Humans are spiteful by nature, you should learn this before it is forced upon you! Unless you have a fool-proof plan to change every single human in the balance of this, I'd give up now and live with it.”
“Ad rem...gratias ago vos,” she spoke with a trembling voice as tears threatened to spill over, “That is...thank you for being to the matter...”
He grabbed her by the chin suddenly and glared his icy gaze through her clear aquamarine one, “And you will not use your jabberwock towards me, understood?”
She looked as if she were about to agree verbally, though was too frightened and merely nodded. He shoved her back and stood up at full height, “Abandon your foolishness...only a child has such ambitions.”
He walked away exiting the library in a fury shoving passed Torrin. Torrin looked after him slightly vexed, though heard his youngest sister's light sobbing and raced to her side immediately. He gently took her into his arms which she gladly curled towards. She pressed her cheek to his chest before speaking, “Sit rectus...peace between us...is unattainable.” [Sit rectus - he is correct]

In the instant, Torrin knew exactly what had happened. He tightened his embrace and laid a soft kiss onto her head, “Haud, Adelina. He is a demon and you are faltering under his intimidation.” [Haud - no]
She went still for a moment as he continued, “Demons are known for breaking the will and hope of humans. They belay us from out goals and ambitions, as far fetched of as infinite. We must be strong and ignore their temptation. If we do nothing, things will get worse...”
For a few moments, he was unsure if he'd helped. She stayed still with her cheek pressed against him, her eyes closed. Finally, she breathed a sigh, “Etiam, frater...” She smiled at him through remains of tears soiling her moonface, “I believe my weak essence is making me gullible.” [Etiam, frater - Yes, brother]
Torrin chuckled a bit, “It makes you childish.”
She gave him a playful pout at the implication, “Gratias ago vos, it is my dream to be a child again!” [Gratias ago vos - thank you]
With that, he lifted her up, grabbing her book quickly while doing so, “You are still recovering. You shouldn't have wonder from your room. If you need anything further then ask me. You're far too valuable to me.”

It felt good to let her weight drop onto him. To Torrin, carrying her was effortless, and without knowing it, he bore much of her mental turmoil. She could lean on him, depend on him and it was safe. Their relationship would always be safe...
---

Yes, I am bending the space-time continueum of the Devil May Cry universe quite an aweful lot...though, I'm sure it's not in the most horrible way. I've seen worse...>.>; *cross-overs = </3*

Everything that wasn't translated by the speaker was noted after the sentence it appeared. I'm using an English-Latin translations site, as well as "Latin Phrases" on Wikipedia. If anything happens to be incorrect -- which I don't doubt it would be -- please let me know? Not that I expect many people to know this dead language. o.o;

So, yes~ our dear, sweet Adelina Creon. I don't yet have much of a profile on her other than her description writting in the story. I will say this, though; she's 21 years old. Because age is a big thing with a lot of people, it would seem. :D And here's a bit of foreshadowing for you lovelies;

Adeline - "noble"
Creon - "ruler"

Thought you'd find that somewhat interesting. =] So, any questions, comments or concerns [etc] can be directed at me. I don't mind it, in fact I encourage it. And I would love to know what everyone thinks. If you have any suggestions, too, feel free. I'm always open for anything. Haha.

Miyavi loves you~

*fwee!~*
Nayeli Niji
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