The Fallen Angel
Part one
Vergil ran, heading straight for the three glowing orbs in the sky. Rage consumed him. He had failed his goal, and he had lost to his brother. But most painful of all, Vergil had lost his power. Whereas before Vergil had command of all the sins and stood proud atop the mighty Temen-ni-gru, now he was alone in hell, wounded. As Vergil gazed upwards, however, a smirk crossed his face. He would defeat Mundus, the prince of darkness and his father's greatest enemy. Once it was known Sparda's son had done what he himself couldn't do, Vergil would be honoured, and feared, by all.
A deafening roar erupted from above. There was a blinding flash, then a silver line literally tore through the sky. A gigantic hand emerged, followed by an arm, then a head. The whole body emerged. In front of Vergil stood a colossal, mythical giant, with flames for eyes and mouth. Vergil unsheathed his Yamato sword, and lunged forward with a yell. This was his destiny.
Vergil heard a deep, guttural sound come from Mundus. It was laughter. Suddenly all Vergil could see was a blinding whiteness. Then there was pain, then nothing.
Vergil awoke and sat upright, a bolt of pain rushing through him. He was alone, Mundus was gone. Vergil let out a cry of anguish. It was not just the intense pain running through every nerve of his body, Vergil had put everything he had into that assault, and Mundus had swatted him away like a fly. He just wasn't powerful enough. If only his plan had succeeded, he would have the might of the legendary knight Sparda, his father. Vergil clutched the amulet at his chest, breathing heavily. Its counterpart lay around the neck of Vergil's twin, Dante. "If only I had both amulets," Vergil whispered to himself.
But for that, Vergil needed two things: a way back to the human realm, and something that would ensure he could defeat his brother indefinitely. Then the answer came to him, the answer that would solve both problems in one.
Mundus.
Arkham had opened the gates to hell, freeing Mundus from his prison. It was only a matter of time before Mundus could once again emerge out of hell. "If I served Mundus," Vergil thought to himself, "I could return to the human realm amongst his army. Also, if I requested some of Mundus' power I could defeat Dante without doubt, then both our father's amulets would belong to me, as well as his sword. It would be a simple matter of unlocking Sparda's power, crushing Mundus and ursurping his throne." Vergil would be commander of Hell's vast armies, and ruler of both Hell and Earth. A dark smile cracked his face.
Vergil yelled into the void around him. "Mundus! Show yourself!" Soon the earth beneath Vergil's feet trembled, and the three glowing orbs appeared in the sky once more.
