A/N: Hey guys, if you're still keeping up with this series, then awesome! If you're a new reader (which is totally cool, you don't need the previous stuff to keep up), then welcome! This is yet more of the absolutely massive working that is me trying to encompass the entire lore of Devil May Cry and even as I type I don't know if I'm about to start typing about Dante or Vergil… Vergil's farther ahead right now, so go check out The Boy in Blue if you want more of him!

Disclaimer: Vergil, I'm thinking Vergil, who I don't own btw

Discovery

Vergil shivered again. He had snuck onto the largest ship he'd seen at port, trying to get out of town as fast as he could and no one would expect him to go by boat. Now he could finally feel them moving. It wasn't an extremely long ride but long enough to the other shore, the young half devil was just starting to nod off behind some boxes when someone rounded the corner.

"You!" he whispered, Vergil was on his feet again in seconds. This man wasn't the captain, he was likely another straggler from the town, a survivor of the attack as well. "You just thought it was okay to bring disaster upon our town and then just leave?!" the man was about to rush the boy when he noticed the eerie glow of his eyes and his ears registered the growl that permeated the air. "You're… you're one of them."

"You got that right, human." Vergil spat the word at the man as he stalked forward, rage pulsing through his veins and throbbing out of the ancient katana in the back of his mind, rage at the real monsters that had blamed him and his foster mother of the disaster, rage at himself for not being strong enough, again. And now, this lowlife thought that he had the ability to challenge him? He stalked forward, power rippling through his small body, changing it from one of a young human to that of a young devil, wings flaring behind him and causing the man to back into the box behind him.

"You think you can just hurt me, hurt my family again?" he tackled the man, claws latched into his throat. The man gargled in response. "Do you!?" the young devil shouted at the man, who simply went limp as his life drained out of his neck. Vergil looked down at the blood coating his claws in disgust, he flicked the blood off, changing back into his human form, wondering why it took so much less effort to hold this form rather than his demonic one. He'd have to see what kind of research he could find on half breeds at some point. In the meantime, he looked down at the body of the man, he couldn't find it in himself to have any remorse for the man and all the same he took the body and threw it over the side of the ship with a small grunt, he'd only cause trouble for him in the long run. He sat back down against the box and hugged his knees to his chest, looking for all the world like a young boy again and not like he had just committed murder without a second thought.

"Where am I supposed to go now…?" he wondered, his heart hurt, it felt better to focus on the blinding rage that burned inside his soul instead.

You need more power to protect yourself, to protect anything you care about. Yamato whispered in his mind, Vergil went rigid, the blade had never spoken to him before, it had always chosen to remain silent, pushing feelings and ideas at him but never actual words. It's voice was deep, and steady, speaking in the same rumbling demonic language that his father had spoken to himself and Dante when they were very young. The sword sensed his unease and rumbled again

Words are difficult now, ideas work better. It fell silent then but pushed into him the idea of a forest. Vergil wondered where that was supposed to be but the sword was particularly dormant in his mind, he wondered if it was tired from the effort of speaking. He prodded at it for a moment and when he got no response he stopped, tired himself from the events of the day and the pain in his heart. He closed his eyes and allowed unconsciousness to overtake him.

-Anagram-

He woke again to the sound of people moving on the deck of the ship and quickly darted to his feet, he had to get off without someone noticing him. Luckily they were all near the cabins and it was simple work for the half breed to climb over the side and swim the short way to shore. Once there he darted through town as quick as he dared, pausing only to dig in his backpack for the small sum of money that Madeline had given him before they'd tried to leave town and bought some food, scarfing it down as quickly as he could before finishing his exit of town. He had no idea where he was going or why but he needed to get away, that's all that he could focus on.

The half devil stopped only when he was out of breath and surrounded only by trees. It was there that he felt the weight of all the losses he endured in his short life. A chocked sob escaped his lips and he fell to his knees, letting loose all the sadness that he could. He was half human, he was still allowed to act like it sometimes, he reasoned with himself as he felt the sun beat down on his face and tears.

A/N: I know this is pretty short for a first chapter but I want to get this ball rolling and will be starting the second chapter for next week presently, I'm hoping to keep a much more regular schedule now that I'm nearly caught up with fanfiction.

Till next time,

-Winged Element