I fucked around with myspace today [finally...] and I'm extremely pleased with the results. XD  The first hour was me cursing and spewing blue fire because the idea of taking different aspects of other layouts and putting them together wasn't working.  Then I used a site Anna used for her current layout and found a cute rainbow one. :D  It looks so lovely.  So, after finding that, I worked on populating it and ran into my usual issue; I've outweighed the text with images -- if you can even see it possible for someone like me. 9__9;  But, that was quickly taken care of when I opened this application thing I did for a VFreaks cult in june.  I liked the content, so I saved it and now it just helped me out with putting loads onf depth into my myspace profile.  I know nobody's probably gonna look at it, but I still love it~

Scroll boxes make me happy. <3  Yes they doooo.

I'm done with it...for now?  I don't know.  I'm thinking of snatching another idea of Anna's and put pictures of my close friends with awesometastical feedback.  I'd be putting it under "Who I'd like to meet", though, rather than my heroes.  My heroes is already jampacked. .___.

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While the idea floats in my mind for a while [to a couple months, lol], I'll discuss how one night I sat down and started writing again. :D  I was working on a newer work of mine, Nowhere Kids.  And in just that couple of hours of typing, it turned away from the title.  Now I'm stuck with the frustrating job of coming up with a new fuckin' title. XD  I sought help in the fictionpress forums, but haven't heard any replied yet.  Wonder if I ever will?  Hahaha~

I'm also in the position where I'm not sure if part one is over yet, or not. :/  I could end it at this one point and then start part two, but then that leave part one really short. .__.;  Wtf.  I'm such an OCD idiot.

You'll be hearing updates on that.  As well as Projekt NijiArkoiris, once I get past this block. -.-;  I'm so seriously stuck in that one...it's officially on hiatus.

Well, that'll be all for tonight.  Ja ne~

I finally get it.  I finally frickin' get it.

Those skull things that appear around the room when playing Condemned 2: Bloodshot...they're options for different gorey kills. xD  Omg, that's awesome! Hahaha!

Infusion of Essence
Nayeli Niji

A/N: This part was quite difficult – mostly due to the fact that what I had planned out on paper managed to perform a magick trick and disappear somewhere between sixth and seventh period on Friday. Luckily, I had most of it committed to memory. Then came the issue with their clothes...and then the issue with the action. O, and lets not forget the issue of keeping the characters in their place. xD It seems quite difficult to do even though I have been told I'm doing really good with it. / Maybe it's that perfectionist problem that keeps it good. Haha. O well.

As usual, feedback would be dandy.

Disclaimer: Like always, without fail and forever more, Capcom is the own of Devil May Cry and every single concept spawning from it. x Except what I made up. That'd be all me. Enjoy.
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Part Three: Samhain Masquerade

Adelina had an air of mysticism about her the day of Samhain. Vergil had returned in the dark hours of the morning after an important engagement prior. His 'helping hands' were still pretty far off of finding a solution to his problem.

The moment she'd stirred and rolled over – toward himself, he couldn't help noticing – she yawned and opened her eyes. Upon seeing him, she smiled happily, “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” he answered somewhat perturbed by her...gentleness? He wasn't sure what to call it. Sincerity? She seemed glad to see him. Was she relieved that he'd returned?

“Is something wrong?” she sat up and let the blanket aside revealing her pale, slender legs and the violet night dress she typically wore to bed.

He merely scoffed as she stood and began towards her closet. She disappeared into it for a while before appearing again dressed more decently in a brilliant frilly dress of black and silver accents that stopped at the knees, though dropped down to a longer length at the back. It came tightly about her waist with a thick purple ribbon, the same light shade as the trim. The ribbon tying like a corset down the front and back were as well, and surrounded by complex designs. Thin straps held to her shoulders under a matching, transparent veil she'd put around her shoulders. Her tights were violet net with black leggings and her usual Mary Janes. She moved to the vanity stand and put on gloves of the same material as the veil and composed of flowery patterns. Then she began on her make-up – not that she often wore much of it. Vergil glanced away.

“Happy Samhain,” she said sincerely as she'd noticed his movement in the mirror.

“If you expect...”

“I don't.” she interrupted abruptly as she stood, “Although, there's still no reason not to enjoy it.”

Just then, there was a knock on her door. Adelina smiled, “Come in, Torrin.”

Torrin, too, was dressed for the holiday. His attire, though, was a more festive and informal version of his usual chief's uniform. The medals were still present, though the colours had changed from silver, black and gold to black with fiery accents. Torrin's power, Vergil had learned, centred around the element of fire, much like Adelina's did with air. The black armour over his chest was thin and covered much of the deep red button down shirt, though itself was partially hidden by a black dress coat. His matching pants were tucked into his boots and a pin-stripe hat sat upon his fiery streaked silver hair braided down to his waist. His expression was a bit hostile when he found Vergil there, “Did you just wake up?”

“Yea...long night of preparation,” she smiled and stood to hug him.

He couldn't help smiling as well, “I know what you mean. My squad went a little insane at last night's training session.”

Adelina laughed a bit, “Nobody got hurt, did they?”

“Well...depends. Dante pretty much killed their pride,” Torrin laughed as well.

Understanding completely, a more amused laugh came from her, “O, that's no surprise there!”

Vergil rolled his eyes at their common banter. As if on cue, Adelina turned to him, “Vergil, I'm going with Torrin to greet the guests at the gate. Please put thought into coming?”

“Hmph,” was all he replied as he left again through the balcony.

Torrin watched him, “Does he always enter and exit through that?”

Adelina rolled her eyes now, “Are you worried?”

Torrin shook his head and let the matter rest. The sibling intuition they shared told him he had no reason to worry. She obviously trusted Vergil, though he couldn't understand why as it had been barely a month since he'd been extracted from Nero's arm and he'd done nothing but insult them and their culture, and even threaten her. That bond was the only sure way of keeping him from harming her.

Adelina hugged him out of his delirium, “Come on, frater.” (frater – brother)

Torrin nodded, smiled and offered her his arm. She accepted it and they were off down the hall towards the giant front double doors of the Coven.

Though it was unlikely that Vergil would show, Adelina still had her hopes. She was almost sure she wouldn't see him enter through the front. If he did come, she wouldn't see him until they were inside and the masquerade already started. It just seemed his style to be “fashionably late”.
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It was no surprised that Dante was the life of the party in his long red trench coat. Though choosing to remain in his custom designed coat, he'd respectfully dressed in a black button down shirt and matching dress pants. Adelina had convinced him to let her clean and style his hair. Though, it was only slightly altered so it bent backwards out of his face more than in usually did.

She'd found he had already chosen a mask and was pleasantly surprised to see how well it's elegance fit with his slightly informal outlook. It was silver and red with fiery designs around the eyes and bottoms edges that revealed from the cheeks down, containing everything else to his hairline. She'd giggled and told him is was a mask signifying passion as the fire that burned with passion was combined with the revealed lips that share it with another. He had apparently taken more of a liking to it knowing this.

Adelina's own mask was a brilliant shade of smoky metallic with churning inclines of sparkling, lightly coloured rainbow. Her's had been designed long ago when her power had surfaced, much like her siblings' and elders'. Her position in the Coven's family tree had gotten hers designed over her eyes to the cheeks and dropping down in long hooks down the sides of her face stopping at the chin. Her long heavenly blue bangs hung over in thin strands as most of it had been braided at the sides and connected at the back holding the rest in place. The small strands of rainbow metallic strings down the sides tickled her cheek every now and then, though she'd become all too used to it. From the sides connecting to the longer pieces were two more addictions reaching back around her head, though not quite connecting. The rainbow strings were there as well, though longer entwining with her hair down her back. Dante admitted it being quite the stunning, and very appropriate, mask for her.

Adelina was laughing till her stomach ached at his jokes and naturally humourous demeanour. Before long, the music had begun. [Think of anything from Moi Dix Mois – probably from their albums Nocturnal Opera, or Dialogue Symphonie. Dante smirked across the table as the obvious question played in the flicker of his eyes, “Do I need to ask?”

She giggled and began to stand, “It would be proper.”

He stood as well and walked around the table to take her hand, “Proper was never my thing...”

“I forgive you,” she said lightly still laughing.

He took the giggling Adelina onto the dance floor as most were still waiting for an ice breaker to start. It was normal. Aden and another other elders, Demetra – referred commonly to as “Earth Mother” along those of the Coven – dressed appropriately and for their elements fire and earth, had already gone out being too old to let bashfulness rule what life they still had left. They smiled at her and Dante as they entered.

Adelina was surprised at how well Dante could waltz. She'd have expected to need to lead him for at least the first dance, though dismissed her surprise thinking on how old a half demon could get. He was likely much much older than he appeared.

As the floor began to become more populated, she could spot Torrin or Jezebel in her peripheral vision. She even got a glimpse of the ever shy Nero with Kyrie. It was cute how he blushed at the mere chance to be closer to her. Dante noticed her smiling in their direction.

“Ah, young love,” he said teasingly, “I heard you were like that once.”

Adelina's smile slowly faded as the memories of her alistair surfaced. She'd had one years ago when her parents were alive. That was in a time of war, though not with Fortuna, thankfully. Demons that had been exiled from Hell had vacated the area nearby and there was conflict of them taking it from Amphegorey. Her parents had gone to battle, as did her alistair and herself. In fulfilling his duties of protecting her, he had been killed, as did her parents in protecting one another. Adelina would've died had Torrin not been as great a captain as he was.

Dante squeezed her waist slightly, “I'm sorry.”

She shook her head smiling the tears away, “No...you couldn't have known.”

“Care to talk?”

The song shifted towards a slightly slower one. She listened around as the buzz of excitement still reigned. Talking would be safe as long as she didn't break down. Dante probably wouldn't let that happen, though.

“He was killed by some exiled demons we were in conflict with...he was fulfilling his duty of being my alistair and thus received high honour,” she said trying to keep her voice steady.

“He died protecting you...” he said in a distant tone, “That's a heavy burden for you...”

She nodded, “You understand...is this from experience?”

“Perhaps,” he said offering a warm smile, “Try not to feel so much regret though. He did it for you to live and be happy. He'll understand if you live without him.”

Adelina smiled too and nodded, “I learned that long ago...Aden and the elders have helped me.”

Dante nodded, “I'm sure any one of them would understand, and to a much fuller extent than me.”

“Than I, “ Adelina corrected teasingly.

“O, so is that how it is?” he leaning down to smirk at her defiantly.

“Indeed, it is, mongrel,” she laughed when his nose touched her own.

He pulled back smirking still and quickly let go of her hand to mess her hair, “Take that, evil woman.”

“Demon man!” she took her own opportunity to pinch his ribs.

Orion nudged Adelina without interrupting his own dance too much, “You're blush is showing!”

She huffed, though still playfully, “You two are just ganging up on me now!”

The two laughed as Orion quickly took his dance away from them to avoid being hit by Adelina, though Dante had already distracted her from him, “Look at that...we are being graced by the almighty Prince of the Underworld, himself!”

She gave him a look, “...what?”

He spun her about and took her chin between his index and middle fingers to direct her gaze towards a figure that was wearing a mask that hid his whole face. The pale skin of his neck and icy eyes with platinum spiked hair weren't even necessary for her to instantly know who it was; Vergil.

Adelina blushed and looked down at the floor. He was dressed in a long violet dress coat -- a richly designed one with a long collar bent downwards, and gold patterns at the hems and cuffs -- and a dark blue suede button shirt tight enough to reveal the muscle below, though modest enough to make it appropriate. Not that it could be seen much from underneath the coat. A black ascot balled at the collar with his amulet – identical to the one clearly seen on Dante save for the golden chain – at the centre where the coat came together a silver ornamentation. Matching dress pants were tucked neatly in the boots.

His mask, though, finished off the look perfectly; it was an alabaster off-white that was smoothed to the shape of his face perfectly. Silver gashes ran down his face like scar simulations. A simple mask, yet effective. It made her look up and gaze at it almost expecting it to move as he spoke. It was that much like his real face.

Dante laughed at her reaction, though Vergil chose to pretend to not get it, “Is something wrong? You did encourage me to show...”

“O...and I welcome you,” she forced herself to stop blushing and smiled, “I just...thought you wouldn't...”

He stepped closer and held out his hand, “Would you?”

Adelina smiled, 'Evasive as always...'

She nodded in silent agreement and accepted his hand; it was then that she noticed the white gloves he was wearing, “I'd love to...”

She was sure Vergil was smirking under the mask. She couldn't contain her blush as he'd took her hand and grasped her waist firmly. He had a certain style of confidence as he effortlessly led her in dance. He was obviously more skilled in the dance as he put in the effort to perform more specific steps and actions.

Adelina was enjoying the dance greatly and after the song (“Manifesto Waltz” by Moi dix Mois) ended, Aden stood in front of the altar with the five other elders at either side of him. His fiery display called for everyones attention and silence ruled the room obediently. Everyone found their seats and Aden began.

“Now, we will all enjoy the play! This display of the Silver Goddess's loss and the Horned God's death. We hope you enjoy!” with that, he parted with the others close behind and the room when black.

By the time the lights were concentrated at the centre of the room, Vergil and Dante were surprised to see Adelina bowing within it. When had she gone out there? What was even more unsettling was that she was now in a long flowing dress of midnight blue with patterns of the night sky – much like Vergil's mask. A transparent veil sat gracefully over her shoulders travelling down her exposed back reaching to just short of where the backs of her knees would be. Silver gauntlets with many matching kimberlites adorned her arms and a tiara of the same silver replaced the elaborate mask she'd once worn. It dipped down onto her forehead with the triple moon symbol for maiden, mother and crone. Her skin seemed fairer than normally and glowed like the moon.

As she slowly stood, a man appeared wearing a more earthly attire. His shirt was look and long past the waist in an ebony colour. His pant matched in style only taking on a moss green with brown boots to the shin. He wore many golden bracelets and a long, golden amulet. His golden crown rose up above his head with a horned sphere at the point. His hair was ebony as well and braided much like Torrin's, though only reaching to the small of his back instead of his waist. They joined hands in a very unique dance to a rolling piano harmony that moved greatly from bright and beautiful, until finally they slowed and it turned dark and sorrowful.

As the “Horned God” got down to one knee looking very pained, many other people joined around as the “Silver Goddess” knelt near her son and consort. Her expression was of sadness and the Horned God slowly laid down and closed his eyes speaking in a painful voice and a language neither Dante nor Vergil could identify. She answered in the same language as the mourners bowed in sorrow as well laying gifts that signified Samhain about them. The music ended and the lights faded out until the room was completely dark again.

The room flooded with applauds and the lights came back on. The cast stood at the centre of the room proudly in a circle with their backs to one another. As they bowed, the light illusions faded so that they were once again in their original attires. Vergil looked to the table realizing Adelina wasn't wearing her mask and found it there near his hand. He grabbed it and stood as the room went back to its usual festivity and dancing. He approached moving the mask between the fingers of both hands eying her as she was spoken to by many people, her siblings among them. She immediately turned to face him feeling his presence closing in.

She smiled, “Did you enjoy the show?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, “A bit brief...”

“Beltaine has a longer one,” she offered with a smirk.

He chuckled slightly as he raised the mask a bit, “Forgetting something?”

Adelina blushed and laughed as he gently set it in its place, “Oops.”

His right hand lingered on the border of the mask where her cheek started as their eyes met. He traced it briefly before turning away and putting his hand to Yamato's handle under his coat. It belonged there more than it did on her...

Adelina moved to follow him and her mouth opened to speak, but the large circular window on the ceiling – that was coloured like a church's depicting the Horned God with the Silver Goddess in his arms – exploded into thousands of shards shattering into even smaller divisions all over the floor and at the feet of a giant demonic figure. Thankfully, by that time most people had cleared the floor.

Vergil spun around at the sudden happening and Dante was suddenly nearby. Vergil was amazed to see Adelina standing erect with her back arced slightly, arms outstretched and fingers sprawled as she generated a glowing, transparent force field around herself and her younger brother, Orion, who'd almost been crushed by the demon. Torrin was fast to drop-kick the demon forcing it away from his younger siblings. Adelina allowed the shield to fade and picked up Orion. He didn't allow her to mother him though, he announced that he was alright and stood to join Torrin. Adelina smiled a bit at this and she said something they couldn't catch.

That wasn't their only problem, though. Several more demons joined in from the ceiling and all five siblings were at work fighting them off...and with utmost grace, too. Vergil glanced to Dante seeing as his hotheaded brother had not yet charged in head first. If he hadn't, then that means he shouldn't take his place and become all the mindless either. Dante, though, was smirking, “Impressive, huh?”

Vergil scoffed, “I guess.”

His eyes from then on never left Adelina. He'd not allow her to fail, which he wholly expected her to do. What was her full potential had not yet been shown to him. Tonight, he would access her ability and judge it accordingly.

Adelina was, indeed, impressive. Even if he wouldn't never admit it aloud. She was graceful as much as she was quick. She looked almost weightless when she used one of the enemies to kick up and back-flip at another with violet wind essence blades formed at her hands. Her eyes glowed beautifully with the essence as well allowing her quick anticipation of which enemy would do what next and how to overcome it without a shred of reasonable doubt of its failure. The others worked in much the same fashion, but with different elemental essence; Torrin had his fire, Jezebel her earth, Mazavar shared wind though a much darker one and Orion had water he was able to manipulate into sharp ice. Their styles were unique though similar all at once. But most of all, they worked as a whole team never once wavering from the expectation that, when needed, another would come to their aid. As Orion was overpowered by a wave of raw energy, Mazavar and Adelina stepped in front of him and combine light and dark wind essence to freeze and explode it immediately.

There was no doubt that the one who had blessed this line with power had been very powerful themselves...but had it really been a Silver Goddess and a Horned God? Vergil still refused to believe it so even though the proof could be right there.

As the last enemy fell and broke into pure spiritual energy that evaporated into the air, the four stood still and all the heavenly glory of their essence retreated back into their bodies – much like his devil trigger, Vergil noted. The elders, who still remained in their places in front of the altar, nodded and smile approvingly. They were proud of the generations who stood before them as successful as they had been in their time. There had been no need for anyone to worry and it was then that Vergil noticed that nobody had. It was almost like a show to those, save for their visitours Nero and Kyrie. Vergil gave Dante another glance.

Though, a much brighter and graceful voice was the one who greeted him, “Enjoy the show?”

When had Adelina moved all the way across the room to his side? He regarded the girl who only stood to just below his shoulders with his usual scoff, “Acceptable.”

She knowingly smiled and rolled her eyes, “Thank you. It means a lot to know you like it.”

He shot her a hostile glance as she moved passed him to Dante who smirked and patted her shoulder welcoming her with a warmer congratulations. He watched closely as she giggled through Dante's rough hug.

“Jealous, demon?” it was Torrin who'd taken Adelina's place next to him; he, though, matched his height almost perfectly.

Vergil closed his eyes, “I swear, if it isn't Adelina, it's you.” he spoke none to fondly. It would not be the first time Torrin took the opportunity to approach him while Adelina's back was turned.

He snickered, “And it always will be as long as you are near her.” he threatened. “Dante may be welcomed, but you--”

“I have not made the mistake in thinking anyone would mistake me for my brother, even if we are twins. There is no need to remind me,” he interrupted impatiently, “And you can count on my being here is merely because of this bond.” he spat the last word distastefully.

“And your hand has a mind of its own, I presume?” he referenced how his finger had lingered near her cheek.

“That's right,” Vergil dismissed turning to leave, glad that this was always the end of the discussion. Torrin was too proud to follow after him merely to point out an implication. Had he done more, Torrin might have.

Much to his immediately dismay, Adelina stopped him at the door by touching his arm gently. She'd learned not to grab his arm the hard way yesterday night...

“Vergil, are you really leaving so soon? Please...stay. We barely had one dance...” she pleaded.

Without being able to stop himself, his gaze moved to Torrin, who'd busied himself with his grandfather, “No, I...”

Adelina noticed, “He's said something, hasn't he?”

A discontentment settled in his stomach as the acids began movement and burned a little when he saw her face contort to match the feeling he got; frustration. He silently cursed the bond as he'd be feeling its effects the entire night and probably into the morning if he left now. Acting quickly, he grabbed her hand, “No, he has said nothing. I merely expect him to...”

The feeling subsided only slightly as she squeezed his hand gently, “O, you shouldn't worry...”

“I don't,” he said leading her to the already populated dance floor.

He was much more pleased to find that her fickle emotion had redeemed itself by changing instantly from angry and frustrated to happy and enjoyable. Vergil continued to believe it was the bond and not the sight of her smile that made him feel better after the momentary distress.