Vergil-A Dark Slayer
Sitting in the cell immediately after being defeated by Mundus Vergil almost wept. He had sacrificed so much and came out with so little. The power of his father in his grasp…one person had stood in his way. Dante, his twin and opposite, had opposed him and, much to Vergil's dismay defeated him.
What a battle that was my brother Vergil thought and for that moment the battle flashed back to him, neither of them had fought so well, and even though he his insides were in a rage from his own defeat a small smile crept on Vergil's features as he thought about his brother's new ability.
Sure he had never liked his brother, always so loud and sloppy, but after that battle he respected him and he was sad that he could no longer demand another fight or even annoy his twin.
What truly the two apart Vergil thought was that I wanted power for powers sake, to be the best, whereas you didn't desire or want it…yet you stopped me from having it too.
Vergil had always been the warrior of the two, not thrill seeking like Dante, but cold, precise and eventually utterly ruthless. Yet from the beginning Vergil had clearly been bestowed with a lust for power…dark power that would make humans tremble in fear and lesser demons back away before their bodies were shattered into nothing.
The fate Vergil awaited was the same as all those who were defeated by the more powerful demon…servitude or oblivion.
Suddenly Vergil realises that too things were wrong, Yamato and the amulet, his most treasured possessions were no longer with him…taken???
He had been left battered and broken after fighting Mundus and presumably had left here to rot. Becoming ever more aware Vergil hears the screams of the tortured souls and the delighted cackles of their demon jailors…thankfully they would get no such pleasure from him and his demon blood would surely heal him as it had with his wounds from Mundus…but despite this he felt that Devil Trigger would be impossible in a place where malice and despair choked out all else…
Vergil hears footsteps…he stands ever ready for a battle or even death in this place…and he could die here…surely execution or torture were his only destiny now?
The cell door opened as the Dark Emperor of Hell Mundus stepped in…or rather his presence could be felt as Vergil almost drowned in its power as he had done after it was unleashed upon him previously. The power drew inwards and formed a dark, winged shape that could neither be probed or second guessed…it had no features so it gave nothing away…it towered over Vergil has he stood ready, his heart racing, but it did not strike…it spoke to him in a voice dark and terrible, black as a starless night and cold as blood thirsty steal.
"Vergil…mighty warrior that was eclipsed by my own might, now a prisoner in my domain, I have chosen that you shall serve me as my Dark Knight as your father once did…do you submit to your decreed fate?"
Vergil faltered then…struck back by this judgement not to execute him…one could mistake it as mercy…but Vergil was not fooled. He knew that this would mean eternal and unending service to Mundus. He also knew that the position of Dark Knight was second in command and had many benefits-
"I am not accustomed to waiting on the judgement of others," an angry warning rumbled forth interrupting his thoughts, "This offer is one you were destined to have…the position of your father at my side…where he ascended into light you shall descend into darkness…isn't the power of your father what you always wanted Vergil?"
"Yes…"
"Then why do you not embrace it?"
Vergil considered. He smiled and gave a dark chuckle at this turn of events…Dante didn't have the power of Sparda either…which meant despite the defeat Vergil still would be better…a sigh of relief from Vergil as the universe righted itself at last.
The Dark Emperor was no longer angry at Vergil, already the corruption was spreading in the half-breeds mind and soul…and Mundus had known, always known, that the outcome of this visit would be a knew servant.
Vergil kneeled and Mundus smiled secretly…
"I accept…your will is now my will my Lord…"
"Then embrace destruction before your rebirth!"
As the Mundus unleashed his power once again the pain tore through Vergil as he was blasted and sliced by the dark energy. Vergil was silent throughout and unlike most he never screamed…he simply bared his teeth and seemingly took this punishment…after what seemed hours Vergil mind stepped in and he fell unconscious.
Awake in a new room, empty of all things save a huge mirror, Vergil sits up…reborn? He knew not why he had simply been left and why the Lord had left him here but he stood tall and proud once again and walks to the mirror.
He views the reflection seeing his knew self for the first time.
The purple dress of a Dark Knight, blood red eyes that held knew demonic energy and silvery pale skin that contrasted with his hair…but when he changed into the demon, the energy was no longer limited, and Vergil grinned. It was magnificent. Black armour with a green tinge and a long flowing cape was his knew existence. Dark perfection was the face of this demon…a knight's helm, horned, with the same hellish eyes. It revealed nothing. It was his knew existence.
He felt his master enter the room…felt exhilaration has he saw what his Lord held…his amulet and Yamato…his master presented them to him as his first reward…the amulet he kept worn about his neck as had…had done…when? It mattered not. Yamato changed has Vergil's new power corrupted the blade turning it into a new sword ,darker and larger, that truly fitted his knew form and purpose.
Vergil turns into the purple clothed form once again and stood before his master.
"Now my servant you are my Knight, second in command, and your tasks will be many. You answer only to me and your will is mine…go now Nelo Angelo…you are Vergil reborn…do my bidding and await always my commands."
Vergil rose and walked away…little emotion now exists within him. Yet he smiles, it is fitting after all this new existence, he had always been the Dark Slayer and now his destiny was achieved…he would slay the enemies of his master as coldly, precisely and ruthlessly as possible. Watch out brother…it could be you…was his final thought before his old memories were gone…
An even Darker Slayer had been born.