Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Source Of Power

A/N: Hey all! This chapter is me trying to bring the story back down closer to Devil May Cry 3, and the Vergil personality displayed in DMC 3. P.S. The named of the chess piece stage in DMC 3 (Chapter 18?) are called Damned Chess Pieces, so I'm not calling them 'damned' for no reason.

[Source Of Power]

"I never struck you for much of a coward, Mundus; running away to hide in your castle..." Vergil Sparda muttered beneath his breath as he dragged his tired body forth. While he had forced his body through Spartan training in the past, whatever that had happened within the span of a single night ever since the start of his attempted ritual had taken a toll on his body. Much as he wanted to deny this disgusting piece of weakness, this was the human side of him complaining. This was the side of him that he held with utter contempt.

Vergil only wished that there was a sword out there that could cut out the human half of him away from this embarrassing body. That would leave him fully demon, and with complete hold of his demonic side, Vergil would finally be able to redeem himself from all the mistakes that he never should have made in Temen-Ni-Gru, and at the Gateway of the Demon World. Those foolish decisions: trusting Arkham, tolerating Dante's irritating presence, giving Dante an opening during their last fight because he knew that Dante would continue to bother him until he pretended to lose once... all those decisions were made when Vergil's human side had been disturbingly noisy, and he had foolishly allowed himself to act according to those thoughts.

These mistakes –as Vergil had come to call them –only made Vergil doubly desperate to find something to prove to himself; to prove that his demonic side was still strong and perfectly capable of erasing the mistakes created by his human side. And what better way was it than to challenge and overcome the Prince of Darkness in the exact same way his father had?

That had been the best course of action that Vergil had decided upon since waking up in the Demon World following his separation from his brother, but this decision was proving to take more time than he had intended, because Mundus had apparently deemed Vergil not important enough to come out of his castle for the battle.

For now, Vergil had to grit his teeth and suffer the shame of being looked down upon by his opponent as he trudged through the ruins of the Demon World, which had been left largely in shambles ever since Dante's meddlesome arrival in his attempt to close the tunnel. Soon; Vergil promised himself. Soon, he would reach Mundus's castle, and he would show the Prince of Darkness exactly how much one would regret undermining a son of Sparda like him. Prince of Darkness? Well, Vergil looked forward to see how this demon would be bowing down to him, the Dark Slayer.

But perhaps, a break every now and then would be good. His human side craved for some sort of rest, and he did not want to be faced with this irritating need while in the middle of his imminent fight.

Vergil picked his way through the broken pieces of what he suspected used to be chess pieces to a rather enlarged and twisted version of a game of chess. Evidence of Dante's break into the Demon World was disgustingly obvious, and Vergil once more turned up his nose at how his brother seemed to be fond of leaving trophies around for others to clean up his mess. If Vergil once thought that years would make his little brother grow, he now refused to entertain that thought. It was impossible.

Sensing an intruder not meant to be on the Damned Chessboard, the Damned Chess Pieces began to rise again, stirring in an attempt to trap the 'helpless intruder'. Vergil did not let his footsteps falter a single bit, one foot steadily in front of the other in a beeline path for the mirror hanging in the air. There was no sign of tension as the Damned Chess Pieces began to reform, it's broken parts flying back to glue back together magically on its appropriate base.