Underworld, December 22, 2025. Three days before the Celestial Tournament.
"Just as you asked… it's ready." Selene commented, crossing her legs and observing Vergil, who had a rather enigmatic expression, to say the least.
"Thank you, you've made things much easier." He said, smiling. As he ran his hands along her thigh, well… Selene wasn't in a very comfortable place. In fact, at that moment…
She was sitting on the lap of the most unusual Demon King of the last six thousand years. "S-So, c-can you let me go?" She questioned, after all, something in her groin was making her feel strange.
"No." Vergil said, "I'm reclaiming my dear Goddess of the Hunt for myself, please don't make it difficult." He said calmly.
"R-reclaiming? S-since when am I an ob-" She didn't even finish speaking before her lips were devoured by a lascivious and shameless kiss. Her face flushed, and he pushed her back.
"V-Vergil!" She exclaimed, putting her hand to her lips.
