A/N: This here is my attempt at writing something other than comedy. Expand my horizons and shit like that. This one kinda leads to DMC4 since the concept art showed Vergil so he could be returning in some way. Feel free to critique cause like I said, humor is more my style.

I watched as Hell consumed the island.

The small atoll provided an excellent view of what I had predicted.

My brother Dante had grown; in power at least. Maturity was something that my mind could not process in association with my little brother.

As antagonistic as our relationship seemed, I was nonetheless impressed by his progress.

Abominations no human was ever meant to see trembled at the aura he gave out during his exploits in the castle.

I had observed him; tried to gauge his ability and compare it with my own.

I watched as each inferior piece of filth felt the power of our Father through him.

Like I said, I was impressed. However, impressed does not equal afraid.

Hard as it is, I had managed to keep track of my time in the demon world.

Ten years that drove me to extremes I had never imagined. Ten years of fighting and killing the "immortal" demons of hell.

All under the so-called omnipotence of Mundus, of course.

All the while, I was questioning myself.

Losing to Dante was the easiest to accept.

He was my brother after all and heir to Father's power.

His refusal to accept his power was another thing entirely.

I was utterly confused as to why he had given Father's sword to the puppet with some semblance to our Mother.

Mother.

I haven't thought of her in a while.

The last time I thought about her I was dangling from a cliff over the eighth circle of hell, several of the Leviathan's offspring licked their teeth in anticipation of a meal.

I had wondered why I had taken her amulet instead of Father's sword.

Was it because it's powers were dormant at the time?

No, because the number of weapons one possesses is directly proportional to his or her chance of surviving in a world where the scent of your blood alone could get you tortured into insanity.

Least of all my blood, which stank of my Father's treachery.

Mallet Island was no more. And yet, I had retained the armor.

Which meant Mundus is still present…

"Angelo…."

I closed my eyes in irritation. Mundus liked to use that name to remind me of his ownership over my soul.

A tiny portal appeared before me as I stood on the shore of the atoll.

I could see three eyes, glowing malevolently.

"Angelo. Why do you not answer to your master?"

Pathetic.

"Use the sword which I have given you and cut the portal. Your brother will pay for this."

I raised the sword in level with my face. Power welled in my hand as the black iron of the huge sword began to disintegrate.

"What are you doing? Angelo, I order you to set me free!"

The last of Mundus' gift had melted away to reveal Father's gift to me. The white katana I treasured.

I watched in glee as the portal shrank smaller and smaller.

"ANGELO!"

I looked at Mundus' eyes, all three glowing in anger.

"My name is Vergil."

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