Vergil-Dark Slayer:A new mission[8/42]

Vergil-Dark Slayer-A New Mission

Vergil had not been summoned by Mundus in sometime. The boredom was nearly enough to kill Vergil. It was in these times of boredom he thought of Dante. The battles they had fought had been furious and deadly and yet, when it mattered their brotherhood had been summed up in a single word, Jackpot. Despite their dislike they had still acted as brothers, the thought would have once made Vergil wa, but no longer. They had, together, defeated the monstrosity Arkham had become. Had it really been for each others own reasons? Or was it simply that neither of the two wanted each other dead really. It had, and always would be, their favourite game.

Atop the Tem-ni-gru, when they first fought, Vergil remembers how proud he was of Dante. Although Dante had refused to gain more power, he had still done well despite his defeat. Vergil knew that Dante seen through both the physical injuries and the scorn. They had both smiled, when Dante raised his weapon, and Vergil flicked out Yamato. Neither of them had had such fun.

However, Arkham spoiled all that, when he betrayed Vergil and hurt Lady and Dante. The embarrassment at having his blade caught had almost sent Vergil into shock. The rising redness in his cheeks at the time only added further to the embarrassment. Dante must have realised this, he never mentioned that incident afterwards.

If only Dante could have understood, Vergil thinks still in the deep ocean of memory, that after achieving his goal he would not leave Dante out of it. At heart, although Vergil had wanted to be all powerful, he had always intended to work out a way of sharing whatever power had awaited him. He knew that when both amulets and the sword were together they unlocked a new power and that both twins could easily access it. The power of Sparda was not a one time shallow pool that would dry up when tapped into. No, the power of Sparda was a limitless spring or a fathomless well that had easily enough power for both the offspring of father. Mother, Vergil thought, always treated us equally and this would be no exception. Perhaps, upon hearing of Vergil's new alignment as a good guy, Dante would not oppose him this time as he had before. It was the emotionless corruption in core of Vergil's soul that Dante had feared, the corruption had once been a seed and it had grown, Vergil had nurtured it, into a all encompassing ivy that choked out all else. Lady had removed all that.

Once he had the power that was his he would perhaps, stay with Lady, but disappear to everyone else. If the plan worked, he would try convincing Lady to take just enough of his demonic power to make her above human, in terms of aging and physical wear and tear, but not enough to make her any less human. He thought Lady would do this, as a special favour so they could both of them spend a very long time together.

The years in the human world pass on by, as Vergil stays within his memories, for the Demon World was a quiet force. However the force was silent, huge and always present. When he was summoned again by Mundus, Vergil knows that Mundus's plan to become Emperor of both realms was finally being set in motion. He could only hope, having spent at least a year or so in isolation as a prisoner more or less, that Vergil's own plan had been put into action also. He trusted Lady, she wouldn't let him down.

Appearing before Mundus in the armour of Nelo Angelo, Vergil listens to the plan Mundus has concocted.

"Vergil, I have found a weak point in the barrier Sparda created whereby which you, and the others who will accompany you can enter the Human World and begin preparations for my return their. You, my servant, will be my right hand their. Phantom, Griffin and one other will also serve their. The first two may report to you, but the third is mine."

Vergil smiled under his armour, but the terrible presence of Mundus still chilled him to the bone. Dante had better do his job right if I'm to win against him, Vergil thought with a sense of worry.