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Not My Servant
by Nevquessewen
How I want to think of him as of a servant. He's my strongest fighter, my most valuable general, a secret weapon of some sorts. But not my servant. Not even under the name that I have bestowed upon him, the name of Nelo Angelo, the Dark Angel. He somehow managed to change its significance.
I wanted it to represent everything an angel is not, a vengeful dark warrior from Hell unlashing his anger and hatred upon the world, mocking all the good that an angel, a white being, represents. A dark angel.
But he, he retained some meaning from the word angel, not mocking it but putting it into a different perspective, becoming a being from both worlds. Living in Hell, working for Hell and yet keeping in himself some memories, ideas, fragments from the world above where he lived before.
From the world where his brother lives now.
Heh, they are both sons of the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda, twins even, but, oh, how different they are and how… how similar. Same fiery spirit, same stubbornness, same silvery hair, same piercing eyes.
Yes, it is his eyes. The thing that doesn't permit me to call him my servant. For most of the time he keeps his stare devoid of all emotion, true, but should this shields fall, I know what would be seen in those icy eyes. The same Vergil that challenged me, Mundus, the Prince of Darkness, right after falling in my domain, still weakened as he was after his fight with Dante.
It's real luck for me that those two fight, if not hate, each other. United they would surpass even the power of their legendary father. I don't dare think about what this would cause to my plans. If their father managed to seal me for so many years, what would the two of them be able to do together?
Maybe I should kill this dark angel while I still can… But no, despite all this he's still one of my most powerful allies if not the most powerful. I'll need his skills in the battle to come. I just hope that when it comes, Nelo Angelo will fight, not Vergil. Not him.
He's too unpredictable.
Too independent.
Too stubborn.
Too much like his father.
Hope you liked it, I certainly did. R&R
