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This is an AU fanfic about Vergil/Kyrie. Yes the real Nero and Kyrie will forever belong to each other in real DMC life. But this is Vergil and Kyrie. It has nothing to do with the real Devil May Cry timeline. It's not real so, don't get mad saying "Nero and Kyrie belong together." Of course they do. But I thought of this and I'm gonna make it work.

Before Dmc1

Deep down where hell is dark, red, and ugly; a mindless soul awaited orders from his master. Like all the other demons, he was a puppet to his master. Master? Well, master was his

superior and must be obeyed at all cost. He had obeyed his master over all these years. He had fought and killed for the dark lord. He exists only to fight; master told him that he was the

best. That he was the right hand warrior to the dark prince. But the master also said that he was not as good as the traitor who betrayed master 2,000 years ago. This had angered him.

Who was this knight that was greater than he? This knight who went to the human world to live and protect?

There was also the mystery of not remembering who he really was. Sometimes when he tries to reclaim a memory; the shock of purple electric current would mutilate his insides and

scramble his brains to forget it. This mind control was the master's punishment towards him. He was not allowed to think of anything but to fight and serve. He cannot speak to anyone

except grunt and scream like some beast. He sometimes wondered why his lord had robbed him of his voice.

"Because a long time ago, I let Sparda speak his own mind. I give him so many liberties to do as he pleases. He praised me with words of false loyalty; at the time I was blind to see his

real intentions. He ruined my reign and turned his back against me. This is why I control you; I cannot allow you to disobey me as Sparda did. Do you understand, Nelo Angelo?"

Nelo Angelo… So that was his name. But was that always his name? He sort of remembered being called a different name by a woman with blonde hair and laughing blue eyes. He

remembered being called a certain name by a boy. But those were just fragments of his battered brain, long abused by his master to remember clearly.

During DMC 1

Nelo Angelo the Black Knight, served his master for twenty years and yet he wondered how he came to serve this dark prince. The master's name is Mundus. He can annihilate any slave

or warrior he chose. Any demon who failed his orders dies instantly. But Nelo Angelo had failed three times and was still spared by the master.

He failed three times to kill a man on Mallet Island. The man was a devil hunter born from a demon and human. At first he did not recognize the half-breed. His orders were to kill without

hesitation. When he pinned the half-exhausted devil hunter against the wall; a red gem gleamed from the hunter's neck. The familiar red amulet caused Nelo Angelo to regain his long

forgotten memories in a flash. Dante? His mind spoke the name but his voice couldn't utter it. Pain shot through his brain as he remembered the matching amulet on his brother. He

retreated like a wounded beast running away to lick his wounds in a secluded dark area. After more encounters with his brother; Nelo Angelo was able to leave behind his amulet for

Dante to remember. On that day, Nelo Angelo died, and Vergil lived once more.

(After Dmc 4)

Present day in the Demon World

He laughed quietly inside his mind. How did it ever come to this? Blood dripped from the heavy dark armor on his body. It was not his blood; no it belonged to the thousands of foul

smelling carcasses around him. Demons and devils alike; they all fell to his blade. He was the last one still standing and he was not one bit exhausted. He could not believe that he was

blindly controlled by Mundus. He was the son of Sparda for hell's sake! He was the son of Mundus' enemy. Yet he had been controlled all these years by Mundus whom he had called

master. That was an insult to Vergil. How did he stoop so low without realizing it until it was too many years too late? So many years had gone by and he still did not achieve Sparda's

power. Vergil gripped his heavy sword and stabbed it into the ground. He didn't bother to rub wet blood from his armor clad hands. He didn't want to do this anymore that is he was tired

of pretending to be Nelo Angelo. Nelo Angelo was a puppet and brainwashed freak created by Mundus. Vergil is a free devil, free from Mundus' control, and back on his feet to reclaim

Sparda's power. His most important mission was to find his birthright, Yamato.

Without Yamato, he would be incomplete. He was still half human after, but with Yamato, he always felt like he was a full devil. This Nelo Angelo form was a joke to Vergil. He despised the

black armor and the clumsy sword. No doubt this form gave him a lot of power, but it was not what he wanted. He didn't want to depend on it, what he wanted was his father's true

power. If Nelo Angelo was not strong enough to even take down Mundus or Dante, then why should he value it?

Vergil did not have to spend a long time to find out where Yamato was located. He slaughtered countless greater and lesser demons until one finally told him that Yamato was last seen in

the human world. It was in Fortuna City, a nostalgic place where he had sound amusing and pathetic. Those fools worshipped Sparda as a god. He was amused by the fact that they

were leading a false ritual. They never knew the real Sparda. He remembered visiting there a long time ago. Has it changed since then?

Vergil didn't want to return to the human world. He despised it with deep hatred, but for Yamato, he would go there. Perhaps he might even…see Dante. Before he wanted to leave;

Vergil thought about his own appearance in the Nelo Angelo armor. The style would look absolutely horrid on the city streets.

He began to prepare for his departure to the human world.

TBC~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Some info is incorrect but I don't care….this is all fake, remember?