Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

The Man With The Snow White Hair and the Seven Sins

A/N: Before we start, I needed to create an alternate universe for this special Devil May Cry x Snow White Crossover! Thank you to Ariel_Wild for requesting on my previous part! I hope this is as good as the Beauty and The Demon was. As always, feel free to pm or leave comments for requests!

[The Man With The Snow White Hair and the Seven Sins]

(Alternate Universe where Vergil is still under control by Mundus, but as himself and not as Nelo Angelo, and Dante never killed/saved him. Mallet Island basically never happened.)

Vergil stood, exhausted and beaten up, in the middle of a circle that his enemies had created. Their pitying eyes on him hurt him more than the injuries did as he fell to his knees, Yamato falling from his grasp.

Are you finally dying?

Mundus's voice in his head taunted with glee, and the only effect it gave Vergil was only to fill him with another surge of rage.

"I never wanted to kill any of you..." Vergil panted, his lips coated in blood. "But... Mundus has control over me... I could not disobey..."

"We know." The man holding on to a bow answered. "We don't blame you. We could feel your hesitation, but you are not enough for us together."

"If you went to us one-on-one, you might have taken out Lux, Gola and Avar before you fell." The woman standing to his right, Invidia, holding a staff, added.

What are the Sins doing? Why haven't they finished you yet?

Mundus's question echoed in his brain. This was the truth; the truth that the Seven Sins had told him during their fight.

Vergil Sparda had been a servant of Mundus for as long as he knew; so long that he no longer remembered what life was like before his servitude. He didn't even remember how he came into this servitude anymore; all he knew was that his life had just involved him initially struggling then eventually becoming resigned to his fate. A fate that involved him doing heeding every of Mundus's orders against his will, not being able to control his body to carry out every mission and task given to him. The effect was exactly as Mundus had wanted it; Vergil hating himself for obeying the very person towards whom he harboured a fire of hate so strong that his soul had turned black.

They have yet to finish you, but I can feel you are close.

Mundus continued with satisfaction in Vergil's mind.

Is it the truth? That you sent me here to kill me? That if I did not die by the Sins, you would kill me anyway? Vergil asked, falling on his hands and knees now as the blood snaked in rivulets down his arms, legs and face.

I guess they told you the truth? Yes, I sent you there to kill you. You should have known that your death would come soon as long as you continued to gain power, Vergil Sparda. After your father, I learnt that I cannot afford anyone to have power beyond what I decide is appropriate for them. You have amassed too much power and reputation amongst my demons, so you will have to die for that before you pull another stunt on me like your father did.

"Mundus's truth hurts." Ira announced, standing at his three o'clock. She held the weapon of a pair of daggers.

"I... I never expected him to cherish or value me as a weapon..." Vergil coughed blood onto the grass beneath him. "But dying like this... For the sake of a man I despise..."

"We have unwittingly been made your executioners." Accidia, standing at his five o clock, announced with a frown, holding on to his spear. "Mundus has used us well and you even better."