Author's Note: I am giving fanfiction writing another shot, recently I have become infatuated with the Devil May Cry series, this story takes place after the third and leads up to the first. There are OCs abound NONE OF WHICH are Mary Sue's. Vergil and other well known Devil May Cry characters are copyrighted to Capcom, the others are copyrighted to myself and the other author of this fiction Danielle. Enjoy.
"So… so it would be you after all… you would be the one to wield father's legacy… and yet like before you have no idea of its true potential… was it worth it?... was all of this worth it? I let myself be consumed by pride and greed and like the demon I am I lay here damned…The lust for power was insatiable, I had known I would come out on top, to rule this world as we should… Dante, why do you fight for them?... why did you even spare me? It's all starting to fade…faces, names… you… everything will be gone soon. This is the lowliest punishment for the sins I have committed, the worst I've had to suffer thus far. I will be reduced to nothing but his plaything his puppet upon invisible strings. Soon I will forget…everything…Hell wasn't so bad, the people here are like myself, wanderers, cast into the darkness away from the light consumed by their hatred for everyone else. Despite my pride, my selfishness, they took me in as their own as their brother. And then there was him, he too sought power, power that was rightfully his… but like me, he has taken the fall once more. Ah…so distant they are becoming…I'm starting to forget my name now…brother... if you can hear me, take care of her when she arrives. I will be seeing you soon…"
His head throbbed, his body laid mangled and torn across the scorched brown earth as was his blue jacket and suit. His white hair stuck to his head and face caked with blood and dirt from the fall but it wasn't so much his head that hurt as the wound on his chest. It was a deep gash, the blood of which caused his black vest to cling to the ebony flesh, he had been surprised it hadn't killed him upon the impact. Of course he wished that it did, each time he inhaled it would send hot flashes of pain throughout his chest and arms. He took another breath shallow as it was he still felt it and curled his lips back grinding his teeth at the sudden pain that jolted through him. Was this hell? He felt nothing of the flames or of the fiery lake that had so vividly been described in ancient texts, but he had indeed felt the pain that was sure to last for the eternity to come. Still unmoving his eyes remained shut he was still far too weak to lift even a finger. Yet somehow, he was aware of what was happening around him, he could hear footsteps approaching him followed by a shrill voice.
"Hey Big Brother! There's another one over here!" It was a girl she sounded to be in her mid teens, carrying a heavy artillery riffle around her shoulder from the constant clicking as it beat against her back gently. She came closer crouching beside the fallen one observing him with curiosity and caution, another set of footsteps came up from behind her, heavier sounding.
"Ehh..I don't know Allies…I don't think he's alive, half the people who are condemned to this place die from the fall… at least the lucky ones do." His voice was much deeper than the girl's one that seemed to drip with sadness and despair. "Come on, we need to keep moving, let the lowers get him." Allies turned back to the elder male her face in a bit of a pout.
"Oh Alright…But I think I'm gonna help myself to that gorgeous lookin' sword he's got." A mischievous smile crossed her face as she raised her index finger to point at the sheathed katana that lay beside the fallen. The hilt gave a dull gleam beneath the reddened light covered in gold and bound in cerulean cloth, it was that which caught the young hunter's eye.
"Go ahead; I'm sure he won't mind." Her brother replied laughing loftily while he turned from her walking back towards the mound of ruins which they called 'home'. Allies's face lit up with shrill delight and wonder reaching for the sword which seemed to pulse beneath its master's hand…Then, Vergil's ice blue eyes flew open. Immediately he clutched the sword a new found strength rushing through his body as he gripped the Yammato within his hands and slashed viciously at the sixteen year old in front of him.
Allies jumped back barely able to react in time, she could feel a warm red liquid trickling down her abdomen only the tip of the blade had managed to slice across her tanned flesh. "Christ he's alive!" She cried in surprise, her hands fumbling to reach the riffle on her back as the angered half demon continued his assault on her. His speed was incredible; she couldn't even keep up with his movements each time he lashed out at her. When he swung the blade would manage to miss her by mere centimeters, Allies had to think quick she was starting to get tired from evading the deadly blade. Reaching into a side pocket she pulled out a long and jagged blade holding it up horizontally in defense, a resounding clang echoed throughout the canyon as the blades clashed.
"Filthy demon…" Vergil muttered, his calm voice sent a chill down the child's back, looking into his eyes made her freeze in place. They were cold as ice yet burned with an intensity that rivaled that of the sun in the realm of the living. "How dare you show such disrespect to me…!" He growled pushing her away. Allies stumbled back loosing her footing and nearly tripping over a large rock, Vergil saw his opening and lunged.
"ALLIES! GET DOWN!" She did as she was told allowing her feet to slide out from under her hearing a shot ring out from behind her. A burst of blood flew through the air in a thin stream the bullet had hit its mark causing the half demon to fall forth and land a few feet in front of the shaken teen. He grunted trying to get back up onto his elbows yet to no avail, he had pushed his body to the limit and couldn't find it in him to get back up. Allies stood up shaking with terror and rage all at the same time taking her automatic from her back and loading one of her holy water encoated bullets into the shaft.
"You dirty half devil bitch!" She shrieked aiming the gun at his head, "I should kill you for that!" She couldn't manage to hold the gun steadily her hands still quivering in shock, her brother came up beside her again his head faced forward. "Illies missed you the first time! He would've shot you right in the head if his gun was pointed a couple inches more to the left, but let's see how lucky you are when I shoot you at point blank range!" Taking the safety off she steadily increased the pressure on the trigger with her index finger shutting her eyes tightly.
"Enough…" Came another voice from behind, Illies still faced forward taking a deep breath he could recognize that silky smooth voice from anywhere. " Allies, put your gun down this man isn't our enemy." Eyes wide in shock she turned around to meet another pair of blue eyes, the same intenseness burned within them as well.
"But Sir he-!"
"That's an order!" He barked staring the young teenager down averting his eyes from her when she gave a grunt of defeat. "Do you young fools even know who that boy is..?" He questioned his head tilting up in the direction of Illies. The marksman continued to stand before him still as a statue, the tails of the bandages that wrapped around his bloody eyes wavering in the wind.
"I cannot tell." Came his reply lifting a hand in front of his face, "There's so much blood in the air I cannot smell anything else." Reaching down he gripped the edge of the Yammato which had fallen loose from its master's grasp. Without looking he had tossed it to the sleek figure behind him who had caught it holding it delicately in his hands.
"Who else would use such a beautifully crafted blade..?" The man said examining the sword in front of him. "No doubt that it was forged by him…" he chuckled, Allies's golden brown eyes widening in awe.
" Sparda! The legendary dark knight Sparda!" She cried gripping her riffle tightly, her heart pounding within her chest. Illies turned around, his white waist length jacket swaying behind him.
" So that would mean that this boy…" he trailed off putting a hand to his chin. Another chuckle emitted from the shadowed man.
"Correct…" He purred holding the blade to his side. "You two, take him back home with you, clean him up and get him out of those clothes… this is just what we have been waiting for." He grinned and turned heading back toward the ruined city. "I have to prepare a few things for our guest."
After he had left the two siblings stared at one another, then at Vergil who had inadvertently passed out due to blood loss, Illies inhaled deeply kneeling beside him checking for a pulse on his wrist. It was possible to die again in hell, only this time your soul would disappear into nothingness and Vergil was already beginning to go into shock.
"Help me carry him Allies, we have to treat his wounds quickly, and hurry! The blood may have begun to attract lower beasts…" He growled glancing around behind him. Nodding Allise walked past him and to the half demon's feet lifting his legs up over her shoulders. "Be careful," Illies warned, "We don't want to cause any unneeded stress upon the body." Grunting he lifted Vergil up by his arms draping them over his shoulders and began to follow into the ruined city unaware of the danger that lurked in the cliffs above them.