Prologue
Going Under
He saw his mother lay in the puddle of blood. He couldn't do anything. He felt so helpless. He was helpless. If he had only been there a few moments earlier...what? What then? What could he have done? He would have probably been ripped into shreds because he was so weak. He gritted his teeth. Weakness. Weakness had killed his mother. Looking at his brother sobbing next to their mother he refused to let any tear drop, but he couldn't hold it in. The bitterness, the anger, the sadness had taken it's toll and he let a single tear go, wiping it away immediately.
He closed his eyes and opened them again, surrounded by darkness, his brother gone, just like his mother's body.
"I know what you truly pursue" a voice echoed.
He turned around trying to make out where the voice came from.
"Power. More power." it echoed.
"Show yourself", he spoke,angered that somebody dared to speak down on him
There the figure came out of the dark. There it stood.
His alter ego.
His other half.
Nelo Angelo.
He immediately unsheathed Yamato , ready for battle.
"What do you want?" Vergil spoke, feeling fear he hadn't felt in such a long time.
"What do you want Dark Knight?" Nelo Angelo stepped closer as he spoke. "
Power isn't it, son of Sparda?" The legendary dark knight was fighting against his body which started trembling, giving away the true depth of his trepidation.
"Here I am." the demonic form said with open arms.
Vergil didn't move. Suddenly the demon grabbed him by his neck, tight.
"Weakness. Human weakness. You reek like it from head to toe. Take me. Take the power you need."
Vergil felt like he was suffocating. Again, he felt so helpless, a feeling he thought had vanished long ago.
"I'm not you anymore.", he spoke within breaths. The demon moved closer to his ears. "Then so be it" He spoke before pushing Yamato into Vergil.
His eyes shot open. Sweat drifting from his body. What the hell was that? He thought as he sat upright and putting his head into one hand. It was raining outside and the thunder brushed against the windows from outside. Get yourself together, he thought. He sighed, laying back on his back. Get yourself together damnit, he thought again, before drifting off to sleep.
A/N: This is a re-do...I actually posted this story before and it was nowhere near the level it is right now, so yeah it was bad, lol. But my awesome beta-reader Tora told me to pick it up again, so here you go!! Thanks Tora!!
Btw check out her story Hell Follows Me
please R&R, constructive criticism as well as commendation is welcomed .
the kid
