<em>"You must seek the fallen son of Sparda, my dear. He is the only one capable of aiding you. Both of you are strong, yes very strong but not strong to stop what is to come on your own. Ah, but together, only together in the truest sense can you, the prodigal son can stop the Seekers from unleashing their Master."</em><br/><br/>It was twelve year ago nearly today that those words were seared into her mind by a old blind seer.  Twelve years the prodigal son of Sparda had crossed the veil in Nyxvale only to be immediately engaged by the Seeker's thugs causing her to step in and lead and hand after he head nearly beaten them pack. It had been twelve years since he slid into torpor caused his injuries caused by fighting his twin and clashing against Mundus. She had brought him back to the Manor where Sloan and Nela had assisted her in tending to Vergil's physical injuries. Never once did he waken and after a few days Dia brought in a healer she could trust to diagnose the problem. It seemed that Vergil had been severely weakened due to battling Mundus and Dante, that crossing over to Nyxvale would have likely killed him had not proved to be so stubborn. The only thing the healer could suggest is to him rest and regains his energy. Once he was ready he would wake on his own.<br/><br/>It never occurred to her that it would<em>years </em>for him to recuperate, but it did. They him placed in one of the manor’s numerous guest rooms. Keeping him as clean and healthy as they possibly could. They took turns moving his limbs about to keep the muscles from becoming stiff and atrophy. Amazingly enough during that time he lost none of his physical stature as was the norm for comatose patients. The only notable difference was his hair now midway down his arms and the faint stubble that had appeared since Nela had shaved him the day before last. There had been times when Dia had considered entering his dreams and seeing if there was she could do to speed up the process but she thought wisely of it.<br/><br/>Instead she had kept herself occupied trying to thwart the Seeker's plans. As of late they had begun actively recruiting for their cause and not just from the malcontent rabble either. Somehow they had caught the ears of more than a few higher classed figures, a few of which possessed some considerable clout in the workings of Nyxvale. It was taking all she could do to prevent frequent schemes and keep the cults numbers down for the time being while she waited for Vergil to awaken.<br/><br/>Rising from her chair she did a full body stretch working the kinks and knots from her body as she turned and exited the parlor. Going up the grand staircase in the foyer she went up until she reached the third floor landing. Taking a left she went down a long winding corridor leading to the guest where her long termed guest laid. She intended only to look in on him before she too turned in for the remainder of the evening. As she continued down the hall she passed by a mirror. Pausing, the female half-devil took a moment to gaze into the reflective surface. The reflection was that a exotic young woman in her early twenties with smooth tanned skin complimented long reddish caramel colored hair cascading down to her hips, loosely tied back with a strip of leather at the center of her back. Wide golden eyes the color finely aged whiskey thickly fringed with curling lashes stared guardedly back at her from under elegantly shaped brows. Her nose was slender in a slight upward tilt at the end perched above full naturally full lush lips. She wore a simple dark red cropped off the shoulder peasant top with long sleeves gently cinched at the wrists. Black pair of comfortably worn and faded hip huggers encased and conformed to her lower half leaving her feet adorned in dark brown leather boots. Shaking her head, she broke away from gazing in the mirror to continue on her way. Soon she was standing front of the wooden double doors of the guest room, her hand on the knob already turning it allowing her to slip in. The door closed behind her with a soft<em>click</em>as she moved fully into the room her eyes easily adjusting to the softer illumination of magical candle light.<br/><br/>The room was fairly large with vaulted ceilings and a decidedly modern Victorian bent from the furniture to the décor all done in rare black cherry wood with blues, greens and gold thrown in.  The plush Persian carpet muffled any sound as she approached the large canopied bad where the object of her fascination laid. In all the years he had lain there silent and immobile she had found herself, at first, curiously drawn to him. He was after all a fine specimen of the male species; lean and powerful as shown by the bare toned and ripped musculature of his chest and strong arms above the midnight blue duvet covering him from the waist down.  He possessed a masculine beauty that couldn’t be easily ignored and with his snow white hair considerably longer than it had been when she first brought him here, he looked like one of those stoic bishounens she used to read about in mangas during her childhood back on earth. But past experiences had shown her that looks didn’t necessarily equate character, that even the angelic looking of beings could harbor a heart blacker than deepest pits of hell. But it did not stop her from being physically attracted to him. Unlike most others of the Succubae kind Dia saw no thrill in dream walking into a comatose man’s mind and having her way with them just to scratch and itch.<br/><br/>After she had brought Vergil into her home she began to quietly investigate this son of Sparda and started to feel something close to a kinship with the eldest twin the more she learned about him.  The elder son by a full minute, Vergil had been the calm, studious son while his younger twin, Dante was the proverbial wild child in comparison.  For a time Sparda and his family live a relatively peaceful life but that soon came crashing down around them when old enemy of their father had sent assassins to annihilate Sparda and his bloodline. The twin survived at the cost of their parent’s lives.  Little more than children they had gone their separate ways, taken in by different families. Even after gaining their powers Dante had clung tightly to his humanity while Vergil had wholeheartedly embraced his devil lineage and set himself on a path to gain his father’s power for himself to surpass his sire and claim the Sparda’s title of the strongest for himself. Dia could appreciate his goal but his methods foolish – powers taken is not power earned and if you couldn’t achieve your goals through your own blood, sweat and tears then what was the point?<br/><br/>Perching on the edge of the bed she reached for his hand noticing how much smaller her hand looked in his as she moved his arm to lay across his mid section. Long snowy fringes drifted had fallen down into his eyes giving him an almost boyishly innocent appearance. Reaching out she gently brushed the locks of hair away from his face only abruptly stop when closed eyelid rapidly began to flick before snapping open and focusing on her, captivating in her in the deepest arctic blue she had ever seen.<br/><br/><strong>“You’re awake, finally.”</strong><br/>