Vergil, oldest son of Sparda, found himself walking in the streets at night. Mostly every night Vergil would take walks in the streets. He liked it, it gave him time to think about future victories. When Dante learned about Vergil's little 'strolls' he teased him endlessly about it. "Why walk at night? Ya know, stalkers do that," Dante. Damn him, Vergil thought. Why did his mother care for him so much anyways? Its not like he ever cared, hell, he didn't care at all. All Dante ever did was act like he cared and ate pizza everyday. Vergil didn't even know why his younger twin always had a desire for that type of food. It was disgusting!

He sighed and looked around, the streets looked abandoned, alone. Just the way he liked it. While lost in his thoughts he heard obnoxious laughing coming from the alley a couple blocks away. "Idiots," he mumbled. He continued his path, that led to his mansion, Arkham might be expecting him. A young woman was leaning against the brick walls, smoking unashamedly. Her bloodshot eyes widen as he past her, not because of his looks but because she's seen him before.

"Son of Sparda?" she called, and Vergil stopped not even bothering to turn around. "How did you know that?" he demanded. After all, she was just a human, he didn't sense anything demonic about her. Maybe his foolish brother crossed paths with her too. No, despite the fact that Dante was so immature and careless, he wouldn't tell any girl that he was a son of a powerful demon. The woman froze as he spoke, she didn't remember his voice that harsh in her vision.

"I don't have time for this," he began to walk away but the woman called again, panicking, "No! Wait, son of Sparda!" he cursed to himself and with a blink of an eye, he drew Yamato and held it at her throat. "What is it that you want? You're wasting my time, human." The woman froze again, this wasn't the same man; the man in her vision had a red coat on, showing off his perfect muscles. He was wearing a blue coat and his voice was much more colder. "I-I know you!" she chocked out.

" Know me? Ha, if you knew me then you would know better then to disturb me,"

"I saw you, with, with, with someone-- you fought?" the woman babbled, this made no sense after all she was drunk. He could smell her foul breath. Humans. How pathetic they are, poisoning themselves with this foul and cruel drink. She began shaking, "Please, Dante, help m-my friend!" Vergil raised an eyebrow. Ah, so she has met Dante. "I'm not Dante girl,"

"B-but, please! My friend! S-she's--"

He impatiently cut her off, "I have no concern for you nor your friend." Even though he clearly made his point the woman wouldn't shut up! She kept on going on and on, sometimes she would even repeat the same things. She was such a mess! The poor woman probably didn't even have a home, but this friend she talked about...It was giving the son of Sparda a major headache. "Silence, woman, or else you'll be dead in less then a minute." and shockingly, she obeyed. "Good girl, now, answer my question: How did you know my father? Did a demon tell you?"

"No, son of sparda, no demon told me, I SAW you," she began to calm down now, that was good. "That doesn't make any sense...wait you met my brother." The woman looked confused for a moment but then she smiled to herself, recalling the memories. That bastard, Vergil thought. He told her that he was a son of sparda? Why on earth would he do that?!

"Your brother saved her," the woman's blond greasy and messy hair matches her personality perfectly. "Such a nice, man," her green eyes dazed off into space and ignored Vergil completely. He growled, "Snap out of it, " the first thing that surprised him was that he was still there. He had no absolute interest in her whatsoever, but he DID have an interest in her story. She looked at him again and rubbed her head.

"Ow...My head hurts," she moaned, "can you help rent a motel or something? I don't have enough money."

Sparda's oldest son froze and he lashed out his sword at her, knocking her over. How dare she does that?! Asking HIM for money? He wants nothing to do with her. "What the hell?!" she asked in voice filled with fear and confusion. Fear and confusion, the two things that Vergil wants his enemy to have when he or she dies. "Someone...someone h-help me!" she yelled as soon as she laid her eyes on his sword. He wondered with those drunken men would show up. That would be no problem, he dealt with men like that before. The woman eventually stopped screaming.

Amber, slowly walked the streets, searching for her friend. She better hadn't got into trouble she thought to herself. She sometimes wonders why she stays her friend anyways. They're nothing alike. Amber would rather read then party with complete strangers. "They won't be strangers for long," Amber's friend Angela, would always tell her. She walked through three alleys and still no sign of Angela. "Angela!" she called, "ANGELA!" she grumbled something in frustration and was about to give up until her friend responded. "Amber?! C-come!"

She would have been dead already. If he didn't hear another female's cries for the same woman then, his job would have been finished. He shrugged, he's still going to kill her one way or another. Maybe, if her friend interferes, then she'll be gone too. "Angela...?" Vergil looked up at the other girl, then down at Angela. Why would she be hanging around with HER? It made no sense. The other one, what's her name? Oh, Amber, was clean and had a somewhat innocent look. When, well, you know. It was a shame he would have to kill her too.

"Who's that?" Amber asked, avoiding the man's gaze. The blond mess unsteadily got up and went next to Amber. "A son of Sparda," she whispered. Vergil walked toward the girl. The brunette froze, "Leave us alone, look, if she bothered you then I-I'm sorry, but she's drunk."

"Your sorry? But she should be sorry, don't take the blame for her mess."

Amber eyed her drunk friend, "What did you do now?" she mumbled. "Nothing! I just know who he...is..." The young brunette didn't speak anymore. To tell you the truth she was scared, she was also speechless. The man's presence was filled with power and authority. His cold, ice blue eyes were piercing through hers and she just wanted out. So, like any other human would do, she began slowly retreating. "Wait," he called out. "You expect on leaving here? Alive? How kind do you think I am?"

Amber gulped, "I--We, didn't d-do anything harmful to you..." he smirked, "Yes, but your pathetic friend here wasted my time, humans--especially female whores--do not waste my time." She narrowed her eyes, not even bothered by the insult he threw at her, "Y-you say it like your not human," Angela stood up by herself and jabbed Amber in the rib cage gently, "He's not," she announced loudly, "He's a son of Sparda, the oldest one actually." Her friend looked at her like she lost her mind. Sparda was just a myth. He didn't exist. And here Angela is, claiming that this man was his son? She then recalled memories that her mother used to tell her about Sparda. He saved all human kind, by destroying the demon emperor, Mundas. Vergil smirked again, "She's right, for the first time, the drunken woman is right." Amber thought they were playing some sort of trick on her. How could he be the son of a demon? Hell, how could ANYONE be the son or daughter of a demon?!

Vergil took out his magnificent sword again, this time he was going to make sure that nothing was going to get in his way. This was going to me fun. "Wait! If you are the son of...S-sparda...then is it really honorable to kill woman?!" he hesitated, she was right, it wasn't really honorable, but they don't deserve to see him or speak to him. With a blink of an eye, he slashed his sword gracefully, barely scratching Amber's throat. She squinted her eyes, but reopened them when she heard his footsteps.

"He's gone," Angela said, "Oh my God Amber! He cut you!?" she gently touched her wounded neck. It wasn't bleeding that bad. It wasn't a serious wound. But it would probably leave a small scar.

Author's note: Okay, I know this chapter wasn't that interesting, but I promise it will. Anyways, some of you guys are probably wondering: Is she a Marysue? Well, the answer is no. I already know the majority of you guys don't like them. But, if she does seem a little marysue-ish later on the please tell me. Warn me actually. Sooo, the next chapter will be Vergil's reaction when he finds out the...you know, about HOW he needs to unlock the last seal.

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