Author's Note: Ugh, I know it's been a while since I updated my previous fan fiction Devil May Cry: The Crimson Valentine but I've been on a big writer's block concerning that area. Don't worry I will try and get something moving soon enough, I promise. I do wish to finish that story. Now unto this, I was inspired to do this through a role-play on my old Vergil profile that I decided to bring into action and I'm like why not, it's just a little side-project. So yeah, this is like a prequel to the prequel of Devil May Cry 3: Dante's awakening/DMC3 Manga. Like I'm showing how Vergil was looking for information on how to open the gateway to hell so he searches all over the world at first, one of his stops was, Raccoon City. It's like a little cross-over between Devil May Cry/Resident Evil so mind you; well yeah he's in Raccoon so he goes to the library and without knowing sleeps through the entire outbreak that occurs. Heavy Sleeper, no? Well yeah now we will show the traveling of how the eighteen year old Vergil deals with the horror of Raccoon City. By the way if you're asking where in the DMC timeline would it take place? It would take place a couple of months before the events of the manga since the manga takes place a year before DMC3. So far the characters I'll promise who will be making a debut will be Jill Valentine since that's who I was role-playing with at the time, other characters they will show up, I don't want to show my entire poker hand to you guys now. And as for the disclaimer, I do not own Capcom. Vergil is from the Devil May Cry series which is from Capcom and Jill Valentine and any other characters from the Resident Evil series I do not own, whereas they both come from Capcom. I don't own it so yeah, don't sue me! Happy reading!
Information, endless, endless amounts of information from open books were all sprawled about onto the table. A library as it seems, all the way in the back of the library was a young male who had fallen asleep on his forearms, silently resting. He had slicked back spiky hair with a couple of loose bangs here and there; the color of his hair was Ivory. A very strange color for someone to have in terms of hair. The only reason this male had decided to leave his hometown, Hellview. To search for information throughout the world. Information on the Hell gates, information about how to open them, and of course information on a tower that corresponds with what he wants, Temen-ni-gru With that he can accomplish his goal in gaining his father's power who is the savior of mankind, a race this male simply despises. The Legendary Dark Knight Sparda was his father's title and name.
A demon that took up his sword for the sake of the human race, betraying his kind and took on hell acting as a one-man army. Then fell in love with a human and had her bare twin sons, this male was the eldest of the twins that were born. Vergil, the Son of Sparda. Unlike his father he does not share the same views as him, he thinks humans are weak and it's the strong who should survive as he lives by his little saying that he would repeat to his younger twin a year from now. "Foolishness Dante, foolishness! Might controls everything, without strength you cannot protect anyone. Let alone yourself!!" he lives by gaining power and all that comes with it, especially after the death of his mother Eva.
He slowly stirred himself awake, raising his head from his forearms to look around himself lazily. Groaning he'd rub his eyes wondering how long he was out, too much studying does that to you. 'Ugh, what time is it? I know I haven't slept for days upon walking from Hellview to Raccoon but still. I hope I haven't been here for so long.' Thought the Ivory haired male as he sat up and stretched, the rare moments where Vergil is actually lazy. Little did he know is that he slept through the entire outbreak of the T-Virus flooding the city, turning people and everything else into flesh-eating monsters, zombies and such eating most of the civilization of Raccoon City. What a great way for the Son of Sparda to be trapped in a hell-like city.
Yawning once more he picked up one of the books that were on the table that bore the Umbrella symbol and their little saying on the cover of the book. "Our business is life itself." looking at the book he noticed from the front and back other quotes of the infamous company such as, "Nothing is impossible." and "Obedience breeds discipline, discipline breeds unity, unity breeds power, power is life." Seeing this he couldn't help but roll his eyes and toss the book to the side of the table along with the other books that has to do more so on Demon mythology and such.
"Hmph, sounds like any other foolish company." Vergil said as he stood up and looked over at the end of the table whereas a lone sheathed O-Katana called Yamato laid on the table, that one sword held great power within it, such as the capability to cut through almost anything and of course to separate the human world and the demon world alike. The sheathe had a beautiful yellow silk ribbon that danced along with the gust of wind as well from the open window. He walked over and picked up his beloved O-katana and admired it briefly before walking away holding it in his left hand. Slowly opening the door he was shocked but didn't show it since he was used to not showing his emotions but what he saw was worth the usage of the word shocking.
As he stood outside of the Raccoon City Library he looked on at the destruction that Raccoon has become a desolate city surrounded by destroyed cars, random buildings tarnished or house fires, and of course the many corpses of either the citizens or the dead undead as if that would make any sense. He himself was dressed in a long blue coat with white rose thorn inscriptions on it, a ripple like dark blue vest with a little scarf wrapped up on the collar all aristocrat like style, tiny yellow fingerless gloves, dark blue slacks to match his vest and yellowish type boots to finish it. His coat flapped in the passing wind as he stood there taking in the surroundings. Using Yamato as a stand he'd position his sword right in front of him placing both hands onto the hilt as he looked around and sighed.
"So...I slept through all of this? I must have been a heavy sleeper." The Dark Slayer coldly said, as he took his steps down the stairway of the library he'd proceed to walk down the road holding Yamato tightly in his left hand's grip, of course he'd vaguely think where to head off or which direction to take in this city. It was his first time here. There isn't much left to do but to find a way out of this city now. So far, the Dark Slayer has no idea what the dark horrors of Raccoon City have in store for him.
x - - Devil May Cry
Oh, another note. The next chapter will be Jill's point of view, since this story relies on a role play that is going on between me and her. So yeah, hold your horses till we continue this role play whereas we can put it here. With her permission of course where we can make it better then it should be. Please review and well yeah. Don't worry, this story will not take place of the construction and work on Devil May Cry: The Crimson Valentine. This is just something to get me back in the game that's all. But it will still be recognized as a great story to me and hopefully to you too.