Ok. So I've been dying to write this and I need a little break from writing One Will Fall so here it is. This is probably gonna be dark, but hopefully fun at the same time since it'll involve Wonderland. Think American McGee's Alice…or Disney gone oh so very wrong. Whatever. I just had to fling the Sparda boys together again.
Hope ya like it
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This is Wonderland
Prologue
Watching the devil hunter retreat from the exploding Mallet Island, and loathing his regret and weakness from the abyss of the underworld, Vergil could still feel the heat of his final battle with his brother. He could still taste the acidy sickness of his defeat. His anger was a solid lump in his throat that threatened to choke him.
How could he have been overpowered, more than once, by that cocky sonuvabitch—that pathetic excuse for a Sparda and a brother? How he had lost to such a worthless being was beyond him. After all, he had had the raw power of the darkness on his side as well as the strong blood of his treacherous father running through his veins. Dante was merely the half devil spawn of a traitor. He had nothing else to back him up. So what was so incredible about him that had made him able to defeat both him and the Darkness?
When Vergil had lost it had been like a kick to the gut, but when Mundus fell…well, Vergil didn't know what to think of his brother anymore, or of his dark master.
"Dante." The name oozed like venom off the dark twin's tongue as another explosion shook the earth and caused a small fissure beside him to rupture and shoot fire. Burning embers fell onto his pale skin but he brushed them off lazily, thinking nothing of their heat. He was used to it by now, having spent the good portion of his life in the underworld. The sweltering temperature meant home.
"Nelo Angelo. Come." The voice of the Darkness was weak, yet still commanding. Hearing it, Vergil's cool blue eyes burned for a moment as he let out a low growl and swept his hand over the dark pool he had been using to watch his brother flee with the image of his mother. "What does HE want?"
Covering himself in a wispy dark aura, the half breed found himself kneeling before his broken master. His eyes remained averted to the ground but he did not need to see Mundus in order to sense his sudden weakness. A slight smirk flicked at the corner of his mouth before his face went passive again.
"My Lord," Vergil said in a deep tone of reverence, trying to keep his discontent with his master free from his voice. "You summoned me."
Mundus took a long time in answering and Vergil was about to lift his eyes questioningly when he heard the Darkness finally speak. "You have failed me Nelo Angelo."
Vergil flinched, barely holding back a scowl as he wanted to point out the fact that he wasn't the only one who had failed against his brother. He nodded solemnly. "Yes Master."
"Such weakness cannot be tolerated."
"No Master." Vergil agreed. Weakness could not be tolerated. He could see his fate coming.
"The pathetic must be done away with."
"Yes Master." He nodded this time and could feel his body glowing. Intense warmth spread through his limbs and chest. His eyes burned, remembering what had befallen those other minions who had failed the Darkness. He knew they had all met untimely demises. The weak pay with their lives.
Vergil lifted his gaze and slowly got to his feet. He was still in bad shape from his battles with his brother, but he was suddenly infused with new energy. Standing tall, he stared across at his master defiantly. His eyes danced with delight at the pathetic state his brother had put Mundus in, but his mouth remained stiff.
"The pathetic must be done away with," Vergil said darkly, only feeling more energized at Mundus' furious glare.
"KNEEL!" The Darkness raged back at his boldness, his livid gaze only growing as his command had no effect on his second. "HOW DARE YOU DEFY ME!? YOU WILL KNEEL NOW, NELO ANGELO!"
"No," Vergil stated calmly. "I have stood in your shadow long enough. I am finished quivering in your presence, Mundus. You are no better than I. You have no power over me."
Mundus roared and bore down on the cool half devil, striking out at him with red blasts of energy. Vergil simply stepped to the side to avoid them, his icy stare never wavering from the infuriated Darkness. Normally those attacks would have been dead on the mark and he would not have been given sufficient time to avoid them, but things had drastically changed. Mundus really was no better than him now. To Vergil, his powers were barely above those of a simple mortal…child.
Vergil folded his arms, continuing to anger Mundus with his calm avoidance of his attacks. He sighed deeply, keeping up the bored act, wanting to further weaken and tire the Darkness.
"Haven't you finished your tantrum yet?" he inquired mildly, sidestepping another blast.
Mundus struck out at him again. "INSOLENT FOOL!" he yelled, stirring another tired sigh from the half-devil. His eyes blazed and Vergil's scowl deepened.
"Give up," he stated smoothly, his sword appearing in his hand. His eyes flickered red before they shone blindingly blue. "It's over."
Without giving Mundus time to react to his statement, Vergil moved swiftly forward and plunged his sword into his former master's chest cavity, twisting the blade upwards into a wide gash. He wrinkled his nose as a flood of black blood poured onto him and he jerked out of they way, wrenching out his sword. Mundus hollered but Vergil continued his assault and soon had sliced his way through every part of the Darkness' body. His feet slipped in the large pool of dark blood but he managed to keep his balance.
"My father couldn't end your reign forever," said Vergil coldly, hissing, "My brother failed to destroy you completely…" He stood over the fallen devil, nearly ten times his size. "You managed to foil two Spardas, Mundus," he continued, somewhat smirking. "You should be proud…But unfortunately you won't be making it past the third."
Transforming into his devil form, Vergil flew up, swinging his sword high. He allowed himself to plummet to his knees, crashing his weapon down in the centre of Mundus' form. Fire erupted and blood burst from the sides of his sword and a chasm split beneath the darkness' body, widening enough to claim his entire girth. Mundus' cries were barely audible as the fire quickly incinerated him.
Vergil stood above the pit, watching the liquid fire engulf the last visible part of the former ruler of the underworld. He grinned, chuckling deep in his throat before he opened his mouth and tilted his head back, laughing manically for a long time. Not only was he free from Mundus. He was now the ruler of the underworld. He was the Dark Lord and all evil was at his command.
"Lord Vergil." He rather like the sound of that.
Snickering again at his newly gotten power, he disappeared from the room where Mundus had fallen. He went back to the dark looking pool and passed his hand above the softly rippling surface. His brother's face came back into view. And even his loathing for the devil hunter was not enough to wipe the dark smile from his face.
"Celebrate your victory while you can dear Brother. I promise you that you won't be seeing another…"
Short. I know. But nobody wants to read a 3000 wrd prologue…I think. Anyway I'll try to have an actual chapter up soon. Please review and tell me what ya think.
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