Iris looked up at him, "I don't know how it works. But it must work somehow, passing it on from parent to child."
Her tears spilled over a bit, "I'm not a very good liar. I know that. I want this baby. I knew I wanted it the moment Vergil told me to go buy a pregnancy test. I just...I just see the Hell around us and know that it's going to be impossible to keep him safe. At least, I think it's going to be a boy."
They held each other in the office until wind fluttered her skirt, and she saw Vergil come in with Mara. Her heart caught in her throat as she saw what Fenix did to her friend, and she knew she was going to have to do something to help. Even if it meant calling on something she did not really understand. Dante cleared off the couch, and she slowly took charge, since it seemed like she needed to.
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He wanted to yell at her to stay still, but somehow Vergil knew that was the wrong thing to do. Instead, he just held her a little tighter, and spoke to her softly.
"Hush. Iris will fix you when we get back."
Vergil was at Dante's office faster than he normally would have been using his teleportation, but he needed to do so. He needed to get her somewhere safe, somewhere that she could get some help. When he arrived, Dante and Iris were busy holding onto each other in some silly ritual of love that he assumed he was interrupting. Good. He frowned and walked her over to the couch, setting her down gently on it.
Iris was at her side in a moment, touching Dante's shoulder gently, "I need you to go get a bowl of warm water, clean towels, warm blankets."
She turned to Vergil, "Keep an eye out for trouble."
Vergil looked down at her, "I cut him down. There will be no more trouble."
Iris smiled up at him slightly, "I'm glad to hear it."
The door opened again, but it was just Prentiss, and he came over to the couch, putting his hand on Iris's shoulder, "I can't help you sweetheart. You'll have to take care of this. I'm a warrior, not a healer. But I can feed you power. Real angelic power."
Nodding, Iris glanced at Vergil, "Pick up the coat gently, please."
He did so, slipping it back on, smelling Mara's blood, and it made him so angry that his knuckles were white around Yamato's sheath. Iris did her best not to sob, but she wanted to, over the frantic screaming of her friend, dear as a sister, at the pain she must have been in. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she reached up, touching Mara's face gently.
Before she did anything else, she began to sing. A gentle song, a lullaby, to calm her friend, to help her realize that she was safe and sound and far away from the monsters. She needed to get her friend to calm down, to realize she was surrounded by people who loved her. So she sang, until Prentiss put his hand on her shoulder.
"Go ahead, Iris."
Nodding, she reached down, and gentle as a feather, touched the broken hands. With her father feeding her power, Iris began to glow a soft white gold glow, an aura lighting around her body and she closed her eyes. The hands healed, the bones moving back into place, her hands healing, wounds closing. Iris's face went pale as she began to concentrate on the cuts, the wounds, the broken skin, the burnt flesh.
With a gasp, she felt the wings that appeared when she had sex with Dante, but they were staying now that Prentiss was the one feeding her power. By the time she was done, all of Mara's wounds were healed, and then she slumped back onto the floor, her father catching her as the wings disintegrated as they tended to do when they were not being fed.