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Deep down you knew he'd never stay faithful to you.
You knew when he had miraculously woken up after dying that he'd never again been the man you had fallen in love with. His blue eyes no longer held any warmth as they looked at you with a blank expression, as you called out his name hesitantly, hoping that you could somehow snap him out of the trance Hell had caused him to be enslaved in.
It didn't.
You suspected he kept you with him because you were the only one who had followed him, therefore proving your loyalty. There had been occasions where you'd questioned your morals by staying by his side as he continued to conquer other sectors of Hell. There had even been occasions where you had thought about contacting Dante or Kat regarding Vergil's actions, however you were too afraid to lose him again.
Instead of stopping him like you should have done the moment his eyes lit up as a horde of lower-level demons bowed before him, you stood by his side and catered to his every need.
This was not who you were.
You had once been strong and spontaneous and filled with laughter and light. Now you were a shell. You both were. You had lost yourself trying to fix the man you loved.
It seemed that Hell had broken you before you had even stepped foot in it.
You had clung to the hope that somehow he would break free from the chains of evil clasped tightly around his mind, destroy his subjects and take you away from this horrific place and you'd live happily ever after (preferably away from Limbo City).
He still showed some affection towards you, caresses of the skin as he passed you in the halls of a rebuilt Paradise within the depths of Hell. Sometimes he'd even kiss you in the confinements of your room, yet these kisses weren't filled with love and tenderness like they once had, instead they felt like a strangers lips; passionless and rough. He didn't make love to you anymore - you didn't believe he felt any such emotion now - only rough, unyielding sex that often left you covered in bruises and wasn't always consenting.
Sometimes you saw a flicker of life in his eyes; usually when he wasn't donning his devil trigger (which wasn't very often, considering he mainly resided in Hell). It was only this that had kept that hope burning within you.
However now that hope had burnt out.
You stood, eyes wide, hand gripping onto a stone column as you watch him fuck another woman on his make-shift throne.
They hadn't noticed you yet, or if they had, they chose to ignore you. Tears began to trickle down your hollow cheeks as a roaring ache began to emanate from your chest. You couldn't tear your eyes from the scene in front of you; it was the first time you had seen him look happy since he had conquered several significant pockets of hell, and it wasn't because of you.
After several moments you turned around, almost buckling over at the pain you felt from your lover's betrayal. You had let him destroy everything you were in an attempt to regain a fraction of the man he once was.
You let out a sob before realising you needed to leave. If he had found his Queen or even his mate, there was a chance she would kill you.
You had once believed Vergil to be your mate, your blood being a cocktail of demonic and otherworldly blood; now you no longer knew where you stood.
You didn't particularly know where you would go, only that you wanted nothing to do with the man you had given your heart and soul to, or his brother; therefore ruling out going back to Limbo City. Maybe it was time for you to visit your own homeland and face the demons within your own family...
Luckily Kat had taught you teleportation spells, how to create rifts and open portals with your own magic. Another wave of sadness hit you as you realised there was a possibility you would never see the sweet girl again, however knew you had to send warning about Vergil still being alive and what he was planning for the human race. You would never forgive Dante for what he did to his own brother, and if it wasn't for Kat's wellbeing you probably wouldn't bother to send a warning message.
Breathing in sharply, you teleported to your rooms and packed what little belongings you had left before taking one last look at the only picture you had of yourself and Vergil, fingers brushing along the silver pattern of the frame; face crumpling slightly as reality fully hit you at what you had just seen. The picture of you and Vergil smiling happily in his office at the Order after completing a very important mission almost made you smile as you reminisced about happier times, yet as you brushed a finger over the glass, any happy emotions were drowned and you found yourself flinging the picture at the wall in front of you, glass splintering ricocheting across the room due to the sheer force.
Rage filled your veins as you began to destroy the room. You would now have to live as a fugitive, constantly in fear that he may someday find you and either bring you back as his slave or kill you because you had left him - the ultimate betrayal. Blood had formed on your hands from broken skin and nails, causing you to stop your assault and stare absentmindedly at the droplets caressing their way down to your fingertips before creating crimson marks on the wooden floorboards.
The rage began to subside, replaced by numbness as you leaned against one of the bed posts and slowly slid to the floor. At this point you knew you didn't have long to leave as someone was bound to have heard the ruckus you had made. You contemplated letting them find you and end you right there. Your mind was currently racing as you thought of your options: stay and face Vergil's wrath, or leave and be on the run for the rest of your miserable life.
You'd truly gotten yourself into a mess this time.
A bloodied hand went up to your forehead, pushing back the hair that had fallen in your face, leaving a matted-red trail in its wake. The other hand limp, resting on top of your knees currently pulled up to your chest. You had begun to focus on your breathing as you heard the shouts of some of the guards and it wasn't until you felt Vergil's power mixed with his anger that you scrambled to your belongings, panic rising in your stomach, and opened a rift.
You didn't hear him scream in outrage as he realised you had left him, betrayed him. Hadn't heard the last solid piece of his heart break as he realised what you had seen. And you definitely hadn't felt that mating bond click into place as his old self tried to break free.