It's been such a long time, hasn't it? Well, never fear. I've been in a car accident and have been recovering. That is why I haven't really uploaded anything to here. But, now that I'm feeling better and able to walk without crutches, I've mustered up the creativity to start updating again. I really do hope to get more uploaded and keep you guys happy :3 So, If any of you remember, I had a set of three stories set an interesting (yet not really canon) universe describing how Vergil ripped himself away from the underworld. Return and Reunion are already up, but I deleted what I had of the third seeing as I wasn't happy with it. NO MORE! This is a short intro to what will be Reconciliation; the third and final entry in the series. Please stay tuned and I'll try not to disappoint you! With love, DarkenedDante.


I remembered you. It was quite possibly the first crack in the armor built around the being I was.

And, quite possibly, the reason I was able to break away in the end.

I had stood in front of my stone god, his eyes burning with the intensity of the sun. Every muscle in my body stiffened under his gaze and in his thunderous voice, he spoke to me.

"Failure. I have no further use for you". All the hate in his voice cut through me like your sword had.

And at that very moment in time, it was as if nothing else mattered. Not the world, not even you. I knew what was coming and there was nothing I could do regardless of my memories. It was the fate I choose, the fate I sealed.

It was then, right then, that I had finally and truly died.

I watched as his monstrous , stone head turned toward me and my eyes felt as though they would fry as the electricity began to flow throughout his marble structure.

"It was a mistake to keep you", his voice boomed again, "You know what your failure will be punished with".

I knew. I had always known. There had never been the chance to turn back or to change my mind. I bowed my head before my master, praying that the cracks would seal before I felt worse at the end of my chosen life. I was trying to prepare.

But as I tried to mend the breaks and tears, I thought of you again. I thought of who you were, how you got here, what you were to me. The memories began to slowly break their way into my mind, unsealing themselves from where they had been locked away so tightly. After years of nothingness, I could finally feel a pulling toward something. I could feel my life flowing back into my veins. I wasn't nearly as dead as I thought.

"Nelo Angelo", the great voice spoke again as his fury grew ever greater, "What say you!?"

"MASTER!"

Before the end could come, the female voice echoed throughout the false cathedral. His eyes burned less, his head turned to her.

"I..I couldn't stop him. He's gotten through. He's headed here to face you, my lord. I failed you".

His blonde servant knelt before him, her head and face pointed toward the ground. It was then that I reached the realization that she looked like someone in my past.

Not my past. Our past.

"Nelo Angelo", I whispered to myself in a voice that came to me across time. I looked at my hands, the blue streaks seeming to fade as my great stone god's face was turned from me. "My name…"

"FAILURE!"

The spark left his eyes toward his blonde haired accomplice. My eyes returned to him, the falsehood of his appearance clearer than it ever had been. My eyes narrowed, my hand drew back , and the energy that I felt rush through my body leaped from my fingertips to blind him just long enough for me to do what I couldn't do before.

"My name is Vergil".

I flew through the great doors of this sanctuary, never looking back.