"Rapture"
-The Story of Vergil-
Prologue
"How very disappointing.."
The low growl of the demon king awoke him from his broken slumber, and a wave of confusion washed over him as he found himself restrained by two guard demons. Vergil lifted his head and grimaced, his icy blue eyes flooded with the false holy light that burst through the devil king's chambers. He lifted his head until he was met by the displeased expression of Mundus, the gargantuan angel-like statue that sat upright on his humongous throne. The two were locked in a silent staring contest for several uneasy moments until Mundus finally spoke up. "You've failed me thrice, boy," his voice boomed, adding to Vergil's migraine. "You shall suffer the same fate as Sparda and endure Hell's torture."
This barely frightened the half-devil. In fact, he was amused by the fact that Mundus was sparing him. He was a "son of Sparda", after all. One would think that the devil king himself would be wary of such a title. True, Vergil had been under his control, but that was merely a weaker form of himself compared to how he is now. Now, he refused to remain under the control of such a monster, especially if it meant sparing his brother's life. He felt a strange needle pierce his heart as he thought of his younger twin, and how lost he must feel after their last battle. He shook away such thoughts averted his eyes to Mundus' left, where a familiar blond stood. He recognized her to be the demon that led him into this situation-Trish, he recalled-and would evidently take up his slack in annihilating his little brother. She bore a striking resemblance to his late human mother, Eva, who died fending off the demon hordes attacking their home so many years ago.
"No back talk? Has the cat got your tongue, Vergil?" asked Trish, who cracked a devilish smile at him.
Vergil felt an angry tick hit him. Had he not been restrained, he would have torn out her entrails and enjoyed every minute of it. She was a mockery to his mother's memory, a mockery created from the sick mind of Mundus. "Eat me, demon bitch!" he spat. In an attempt to attack the nasty woman, he struggled away from his captors. Mundus shot a red beam at him, piercing his chest. Vergil fell down the steps and gasped, never having felt such pain before. Mundus chuckled at Vergil, entertained by the half-devil's angry glare. "Your mother glared the same way at me that night. It pleases me to see her spawn do the same." Mundus seemed to smile, motioning for the guards to grab him. "Take him away. I am expecting company."
They did so. As a portal opened to take him away, he heard Mundus address Trish. "Go now. Do not fail me."
No, he thought, growling.
"Yes, master."