Betrayed by those they trusted and left for dead, Falke and Pyrrha are now on their own. With no direction and no help they must make their way through an ever-changing Remnant as dark forces make their move, but those aren't the only beings looking...
A set of blue eyes shoot open as a young man, around 19, groans as he slowly sits up, his tied-up white hair flowing in the strong breeze. He wears a short black T-shirt with a large red-stained hole in the center beneath it, a healed scar has formed; he also wears a set of dark grey pants with leather patches at the knees, finally wearing a pair of black combat boots. As the young man stands up, he finally sees where he is and is stunned at where he'd woken up. He looks around as he appears to be on a large tower of sorts that breaches into the sky above the clouds.
Young man: "What...what is this place?" He says as he looks out into the clouds.
???: "This is my personal dimension; I find the clouds to be quite soothing. Don't you agree?" A sharp voice says from behind the young man.
The boy turns around to try and find the voice. Across the large tower roof, he sees a figure sitting in a strange-looking chair made out of black roots, the figure, like him, has white hair, but instead of it being long like the boy's, it is short and spiked back, in his hands a sheathed sword. As the figure stands up, the chair fizzles away, turning to face the younger man; his face is stoic and cold but has a small smile.
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???: "Hello Falke."
Falke: "Who are you, and where am I?"
???: "Really. For a much as Dante spoke of me, one could expect you to know my name by now."
Falke: "Wait...Dante....you mean your......your Vergil, aren't you."
Vergil: "Yes, and to answer your other question. You're in a personal pocket dimension I made so that we could speak to one another."
Falke: "Wait, the last thing I remember was-" His breathing becomes more erratic as he recalls what he last remembered. "Pyrrha! Where is she!?" He holds out his hand as he tries to summon his sword, Firebrand, but it doesn't appear.
Vergil: "It appears we have much to discuss. Come sit." Gesturing to the table and chairs formed from the same material as Vergil's chair from before.
Falke: "What happened to me.......I remember......dying, and a voice." He says as he sits down in the strange chair.
Vergil: "You did die, Falke; you and Pyrrha both died. But because of my brother's quick thinking, he managed to direct you to save her."
Falke: "So she's alive." He lets out a sigh of relief. "What about Dante, is he still around? And if I'm dead, what happens now?"
Vergil: "Hmm. How can I explain this? Before you died, you managed to funnel all of Dante's Demonic power into your blade, and when you combined it with her soul, bringing her back from the dead, sacrificing yourself to do so. This means that you have no demonic power or sword to wield since it was a by-product of Dante's power; in essence, you are just...human."
