Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating to or about Devil May Cry. The actual series belongs to Capcom. However, all elements of this fic are mine. And any takes on the canon that I make in this story are the beliefs of me, Devilsbliss.
Since the summary sums up everything quite nicely we'll jump right into the story. I hope you enjoy…
A Devil's Bliss
Chapter 1 – Prince of Darkness
Vergil fell to the ground at a loss of breath. His knees sunk into the tumbling waters as he challenged himself to stand. "Am I… being defeated," He questioned himself, unable to cope with his brother or any soul beating him in battle. Yet, to his great disapproval, Dante had made his stance as the winner most certain.
"What's wrong?" Dante asked, not expecting his brother to give in so easily, "Is that all you got?" he mocked, walking slowly towards him and more than able to continue. "Come on get up," the younger devil prompted with a nod of his head, "You can do better than that."
The arrogance of Dante's taunts ran over Vergil in a strain of anger. He balled his fist in a grasp for strength and managed to stand against his body's defiance. Suddenly, a large rumble halts the brothers from continue. Regaining his refined stance and overcoming the quaking ground, the son of Sparda pinpointed the disturbance.
"The portal to the human world is closing. Dante…," he informed his brother, assuming Dante did not already realize this, "because the amulets have been separated."
However, the younger twin had a duty to fulfill and ignored the words of his brother. He had stated earlier that his main goal and direction saw his soul at odds with his brother. And at any cost he would end what Vergil had begun. "Let's finish this Vergil. I have to stop you; even if that means killing you."
Vergil raised the Force Edge in front of him then twisted it to his side seemingly in acceptance to Dante's challenge. The brothers ran towards each other in a cry for each other's blood. Their feet crashed into the swimming river below them closing the narrowing gap between them. And as they met, the finale was decisive.
Simultaneously their swords leapt from their hands wanting the other's blade as much as they wanted blood. Vergil tried against his brother's speed to drive Force Edge upon him but fell short. To a still Rebellion was the victor, as it swiped across Vergil's chest breaking loose a crescent of blood from its blade. Dante stood the sole heir to Sparda's power.
The displeased devil contemplated the thoughts that had dealt him this defeat. Was it his lack of knowing Sparda's past or the deception set by Arkham? Could his pursuit for Sparda's power had been flawed or was his obtainment of power subdue by his human attachment? Whatever the reason his body unwillingly and ironically dropped the possessions he felt could seal his quest for power. The strike of Dante's Rebellion broke loose Vergil's grip from Force Edge causing it to slide into the ground behind him. In the same instance the amulet he had treasured from his mother fell in front him, the water bringing a glimmer to its golden frame.
Believing he had proved himself unworthy of the Force Edge the honorable devil left it for Dante choosing to rather pick up his half of the perfect amulet, though it was a struggle for his body to do so without giving way. Dante simply sheathed his sword to the conclusion of the battle his back still turned to his twin.
"No one can have this Dante," the dark slayer commenced, holding the amulet close to his body from the fear of losing it. He staggered back from Dante growing closer to the shallow waterfall's end. Dante turned around slowly to give Vergil respect for his unwavering commitment to their family's legacy, "It's mine. It belongs to a son of Sparda."
The devil had made his claim but continued his path to the cliff's edge. Dante finally realized that his brother had intentionally reversed his path to inevitably fall deeper into hell. Choosing to face the demons behind him rather than step forward to a world of humanity. He immediately dashes in to prevent this but is quickly met by Yamato nearing his throat for his valiance.
"Leave me and go, if you don't want to be trapped in demon world," Dante gasps from Vergil's forwardness with Yamato's blade. "I'm staying," Vergil tipped over the cliff for his final descent, "This place was our father's home."
As the devil allowed his self to float from the peak Dante made another attempt to stop his brother but was paused utterly by the sting of Yamato's blade. The dark slayer's descent into darkness would solidify the path he had chosen: to live in hell for eternity…
Unaware of the time that had passed the fallen warrior had respectively awoken in a pool of blood within the room of fallen souls. He stood up on the strength of Yamato unable to take in his surroundings due to his wavering. After finally rising to his feet, Vergil quickly regained his senses as the presence of a darker evil than his own took shape before him. The intense demonic aura radiating above him appeared as an avatar or three glowing eyes sparking with power.
"It will be fun to fight with the prince of darkness," Vergil stated, clearly aware of his weakened state and the powerful opposition that stood before him. "If my father did it," the brash devil unsheathed Yamato taking a pause to assess the situation, "I should be able to do it too!" Without hesitation the dark slayer ran forward into the dark void targeting the dark lord Mundus as his stepping stone to power.
The young devil's fierce charge came to a startling halt as he dodged the fire balls of two blood thrilled Abyss. The scythe handy demons rose from the shallow grounds of blood enacting their signature back flips before rushing towards Vergil. With little more than the revolution of Yamato the Abyss split in half near their waist upon approaching the son of Sparda. As Yamato descended fully into its hilt the demons dispersed into sprinkles of blood.
The warrior realized that he was now being tested for Mundus' amusement. Before he was even able to step forward a swarm of Blood-Goyles sprung from the ground into a spin around Vergil. The cold devil saw this as a waste of his time and chose not to attack as the demons flew into the air and fused together forming a larger replication of them self. As the large Goyle made its slow descent towards Vergil he placed his over Yamato's hilt then closed his eyes and dropped his head. Mundus' avatar continued to oversee the event as a spectral blade pierced his demons body before exploding. The Goyle was hardly affected by the strike but was immediately introduced to a continuous barrage of the same thing. Soon only chunks of stone remained, falling before the devil.
Vergil stepped forward once again and a black mist sprouted before him. Yet, before the demon could even manifest, Vergil hastily teleported ahead unleashing rapid slash to dismember the premature Hell Vanguard.
"Are you done playing games Mundus," the insulted devil questioned as Mundus' avatars continued to hover above him, "Or must I slaughter your entire army before you face me." Suddenly, a bright light took over the sky temporarily blinding Vergil until he realized the source as two of The Fallen, clinched in white shining feathers. "Very well," the dark slayer answered the question for his self.
With a blinding speed, Vergil unsheathed Yamato releasing a storm of cuts towards the angelic demons. However, his assault was seemingly negated by a powerful aura as another Fallen joined the other two. Vergil watched closely with his hand tightly gripping his katana as the Fallen rose to shield the three eyes of Mundus. The red distinct aura of Mundus steadily began to overcome the demons as the majority of their feather's begun to shed revealing their true form.
The feathers fell into Vergil's view shadowing the merger of the demons for Mundus to take host of. The once bright shining light of the Fallen was now a dark shadow of red. The avatars of Mundus were now seen on the horribly mutated form of the Dark Fallen's head. Behind the dragged out body of this new creature were a cascade of six wings each bearing dark fiendish feathers. And within each of its hands were similar lances to the Fallen's embraced in a red light.
"Another pawn," Vergil stated, breaking the eerie silence of the Dark Fallen's presence.
"No Vergil," a dark and disturbing voice crawled from the form of the Dark Fallen, "You have proven yourself worthy of facing me as your father once did."
"And you shall fall the same," Vergil stated, as he started his run towards Mundus with the tip of Yamato racing through blood.
When the two devils met the prince of darkness thrust his red lance towards Vergil only to be deflected by Yamato. He quickly recovered with the thrust of his second lance but the cunning slayer teleported into the above the devil slashing down upon Mundus with his katana. The attack tore through the Dark Fallen's flesh but the creature was seemingly unaffected.
"Your power is great," Mundus complimented, "Son of Sparda. But wouldn't you want more?" The devil's flesh stitched itself together as the two stared each other down, Vergil unsure of Mundus' proposal. The Dark Fallen held out his hand conjuring a powerful flame of demonic energy while Vergil braced himself. "You posses so much potential; tell me why do you waste it. Your father didn't."
"Enough," Vergil yelled launching himself to his opposition as he firmly gripping Yamato. The dark slayer, however, lacked the drive to keep up with Mundus as he glided back into the air.
"Your mortality ways you down," Mundus taunted unleashing the explosive energy towards Vergil. Though he was weakened from all the events prior to this encounter, the young devil deflected the repetitious blasts with Yamato. "But as you embrace your demonic heritage you grow stronger."
"My only heritage is to surpass that of Sparda. And as I stated before you are merely a stepping stone to my greatness," Vergil corrected, yet he was instantly met by the Dark Fallen's lance driven through his shoulder and pinning him to the ground. With his still confident glare, Vergil simply endured as he was unable to move.
"How is it that you wish to surpass Sparda when you carry such foul blood?" Mundus twisted the lance in his shoulder then darted the other in his hand before it reached the fallen Yamato. "Still grasping for power. Why not embrace your demonic powers and take up the seat Sparda left empty."
Vergil's eyes suddenly began to swell with grief then twisted with anger has he made attempts to trigger his demonic form, "You killed my mother Mundus!" the devil yelled, forcing himself further up the very lances that held him down. The dark slayer's blood ran from his back down the demonic lance as he caught a grip to the Dark Fallen's throat. The devil's flesh quivered but didn't draw Vergil's attempt as a threat.
"Is that why you have rejected my offer," the demon emperor laughed, tossing Vergil from his throat. The lances shattered from Vergil's body as he hit the ground. "Vergil like all mortals your mother's life was predestined to end. However, if you choose to join me I shall resurrect her essence so that it will not fall prey to death again."
The dark slayer sat on the edge of death contemplating what appeared as his greatest opportunity to seize power and redeem his failure of letting his mother die. Sitting next to Mundus at the throne of power as his father had done would fulfill his unsatisfied lust. And the revival of his mother would undoubtedly resolve his torment of humanity's weakness allowing him to finally cast it aside.
The Dark Fallen landed to the ground and drifted over to Vergil's dying body. He held its menacing claws out to him as if to lend him a hand. "Choose son of Sparda," Mundus proposed, "Join death by mortality or rise through servitude."
Vergil's eyes widened as he extended the very hand which had been drilled through earlier. But before he reached Mundus he drew back clutching his hand to a fist. His blue eyes became overwhelming dark as they pierced through his mortality drawing from his demonic blood. With little else, the devil gave the prince of darkness his answer, "I choose power."
Suddenly the Dark Fallen's red aura peaked up has it concealed Vergil within the fold of its six black wings. The avatars' of the emperor separated from its host and rose into the sky as his creation begun surging with demonic energy. Sparks and flashes of blue rays shot out from the red demonic energy and rapidly overturned its power.
"Be born now…my dark knight…Nelo Angelo…" Mundus began to laugh as he had solidified the corruption of yet another Sparda.
And thus Nelo Angelo is born. Next, his transition into power.