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A/N: better summary at the bottom of the page.
Chapter 1
Vergil Sparda
The night air cool and calm in a time of chaos in a world filled with humans. To add on to the chaos there were demons that attacked this world. A figure in the night was staggering in a forest and nearby was small town. He was trying to reach that town to get some rest at an inn. He had won a battle, but at a high price. He was losing blood fast staining his elegant royal blue Victorian long coat.
The blood in his veins should have started the healing process, but then he had to remember only being half demon it take a bit more time for the kind of wound he had. He had been hit by a powerful blast from the demon prince and barely managed to escape with his extraordinary speed. Time seemed to stop at this moment as he slowly felt himself fading into a world of complete darkness.
His white hair once slicked back into spikes had come down as he collapsed on the ground falling forward. He started remembering the past, the life he seemed like he would lose any moment from now. The images of his mother, father, and even his little twin brother flashed before him. He knew his father for a short time, but it was worth the image flash to seem him again. Yet at the same time angry with himself for not living up to his father's name.
The smiling face of his mother was a sight for sore eyes. It made him happy on the inside, but something he wouldn't show on the outside. Then there was his twin brother's face that he saw. He remembered every fight he's had with his twin from when they were young. Back than they didn't try to kill each other, but as adult's…they were determined to kill one another. It was his fault actually pushing his twin that far, but he wanted to be remembered in history.
He wanted to be his father and more than his father's legend. But look at him now beaten and lying on the cold ground dying slowly. Though he had to wonder how he had been pushed from the demon world back into the human world. Maybe it was fate and for once being on his side.
He didn't even know what part of the world he was in. The most he could gather he was in the northern hemisphere. But what country was he in was the question. There it was again the darkness this time he couldn't help, but fall asleep. A well deserved rest for a misunderstood hero.
There was a rustle in the bushes and a little girl at most eleven years old had come out. She had been gathering some medical herbs and food for the town's pharmacy. 'I'm glad this forest doesn't have any wild animals in it.' She thought to herself. She was walking around the moonlit forest and smiled. It was the simpler things in life that made people happy.
She had her basket in hand and was starting to head back to town. She was walking when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. When she turned her head and saw what it was she dropped the basket and ran over to the still body laying on the ground with a pool of blood around him. She turned his body over to get him onto his back and ran back to grab the herbs.
She knelt down and started working a way to get his vest and coat off. It took her a bit of time, but she had managed. She looked at the body there were many marks on it. Stab wounds, burn wounds, and several others, but the one that stood out the most was the wound around his heart. She hadn't seen anything like it before. She had to hurry and started treating him.
She may have been eleven, but she knew enough about medical work to do this after all the small town she lived in has been in a war against the monarchy that had been growing recently. After she had finished up she neatly folded the man's clothes and laid the coat on top of the body as a blanket. She stood up and grabbed her basket heading back to town.
'I'll have to come back and check on him a bit later.' She thought to herself. For some reason she couldn't stop the feeling that she had missed something while examining him. 'Once he gets the strength I'll bring him to town.' She thought while nodding. The walk to town from the forest was quite far actually.
She went straight to the pharmacy and gave the medical herbs to the pharmacist to make into medicine. "What's wrong you seem a bit pale?" The pharmacist asked. "It's nothing Mr. Dralner." She replied. "Really, well you should head home and get some sleep. Be careful on the way we've gotten some visitors while you were a way." Dralner said.
She smiled and nodded and patted her skirt walking out of the door. She couldn't help but think about that man in the forest. After thinking about it now she admitted he looked very handsome. 'Too bad he's older than me.' She thought in her head. 'He looked like he was nineteen maybe twenty years old.' She thought in her head. 'But those wounds still bother me. How is he still breathing with all those wounds? He should be dead.' She finished her train of thought
She arrived home glad that nothing happened on the way and went to her room. She always had a sad look in her eyes when she went into her house. Her parents they were gone and she was alone in that place. She wept every night thinking about them it was all she could do until she stopped mourning over them. That would take some time though after all she was only eleven.
She wept and finally cried herself asleep only able to have a dream of her past.
The night had slowly faded as the sun had started to rise. The light was what woke him up. He slowly sat up and looked at his body and was surprised to see his wounds being bandaged. He sat against a rock and looked up at the sunlight filtering through the leaves. "I survived, but who helped me?" He asked no one in particular.
"I have no choice, but to stay here still. I haven't fully recovered." He said to himself and held on to his katana just in case. He sighed and a bit as he slicked his hair back into his original hairstyle. After he did that his stomach growled a little bit. He simply ignored it paying no attention to it.
He heard a rustle in the bushes and looked over in that direction. He didn't feel a killing aura coming from it and stayed calm. Out came a little girl about 4'11" in height. 'A child…' he thought and laughed inside a bit. It was the same girl that had done what she could for him. She had a jubilant smile on her face that beamed.
"Good your awake. You know I was surprised to find a body last night." She started and noticed the piercing ice-cold blue eyes. She froze in place especially after she heard him speak. "So you're the one that saved me. You have my gratitude, however…" he trailed while standing up and staggering a little bit to put his vest on. "Don't tell anyone I'm here." He finished and sat back down.
She simply nodded and he noticed the basket she was carrying. "Oh right this." She said quickly and placed it in front of him. "I thought you'd be hungry so I made this for you." She said as she watched him take a sandwich and eating it. They sat in silence and she couldn't figure out a good line to start a conversation.
"You should go back to your town wouldn't want anyone worrying about you." He said and lay down to look at the sky. "Thanks for the food" he added and her a small squeal of happiness. She nodded and headed back to the town afterwards. She stopped midway and looked back a bit.
Something was out of place he was able to walk even though heavily wounded. 'I wonder what in the world is he. Being able to stand from something like that and to walk no less.' She thought and started back for her village. 'Could it be that he's a demon?' she asked herself. She wouldn't be surprised considering demons had been appearing lately especially during their war.
'But he looks human and normally a demon or devil's shadow cast's the appearance of the real being I didn't see it.' She thought and shook her head. "I'm thinking about it too much." She said to herself. In the village she played with the other kids and had her fun while thinking about that man.
It was nighttime again and she couldn't sleep. She heard a knock on her door and she got up to answer it. "Irene open up it's a raid we have to get out of here fast!" a voice said desperately from the other side. Her eyes widened and opened the door immediately to be dragged out of her home. Several demons were ravaging the town. The people were fighting back the best they could while the women and children fled to safety. Dralner held onto her hand tightly making sure not to let go of her.
On the outskirts of the village and near the edge of the forest stood the man in the blue Victorian long coat. He had a smirk on his face and started walking towards the burning village. He had recovered about eighty-five percent of his strength. In this case for those Hell Pride's it would be enough.
He walked casually into the burning village and saw that same girl coming from the opposite direction. She looked up surprised to see him there she stopped Dralner and looked up at the man in the blue coat. Dralner knew whom it was just feeling the presence was enough to distinguish who that person was. "You're…" Dralner started, but was stopped. "It doesn't matter." The man in the blue coat said and walked into the burning village his father's keepsake sword the Yamato in his left hand sheathed.
Irene was curious now seeing the reaction from the pharmacist. "Who is he Mr. Dralner?" she asked. "If I'm not mistaken he's one of the descendants of the great demon Sparda." Dranler answered. Irene's eyes widened at the words that left the pharmacists mouth. Everyone knew the legend of Sparda and of the woman who gave birth to his twin sons. She couldn't believe it was he really the descendant of such a legend.
The demons in the village instantly felt the presence of half human half devil and went in the direction they felt that presence. The demons were right looking at the half devil. They started to attack the half devil with all that they could. He stood in the middle calm as the demons came for him.
He knocked a few attacks away with the sheathe of his sword and used Iaido to take the demons down in one swift motion. He slowly started sheathing his sword as more came. This time Phantom Blades started encircling his body in one of his many formations for them. They shot into the demons and pinned them to the walls of nearby houses.
Hell Pride's continued to appear and he gladly accepted it. Using his speed he got away from their grasps and stood in an Iaido stance and started his Judgment Cut technique as a dimensional orb of slashes tore apart the demons. The man swiftly stabbed the demon approaching behind him, but there was more to it.
After he started sheathing his katana slowly the demon stopped moving. As soon as it clicked into the sheathe the demon behind him exploded into several pieces. He looked at the destruction and the mass of sand around which made the demons. Though there were a few demon corpses left.
The villagers looked on at the fight and were awe stricken seeing how the warrior fought. It was something they couldn't look away from. The people in the town knew that sword he was wielding they knew it well. To see a son of Sparda battling was a sight to see. It was almost like a repeat of the past through their eyes. He had finished things up only to meet a Hell Vanguard in front of him.
He could only smirk looking at it. He rushed forward doing a multiple slash attack then going into a four hit combo consisting of two attack with the sheathe and drawing the sword attacking up and swinging down for the attack. He sheathed his sword again and started walking around the Hell Vanguard.
The Hell Vanguard disappeared and reappeared doing a mill attack with its scythe. It was blocked easily by the sheathe while he kicked the Vanguards leg making it turn upside down. From there he drew his sword and slashed it in half. He didn't like Vanguards they also liked to disappear and reappear.
After sheathing his sword he started walking away through the burning village. He felt something grab his coat and looked back. It was the little girl from earlier. "We're even now." He said to her. He stood there with her behind him. For some reason he couldn't walk forward.
The towns' people had quelled the fire and stood behind them a good twenty yards. "Will you lend us your strength to fight against Mundus?" she asked almost pleading. His eyes grew a bit wide and he smirked. "So this is where he is, fate isn't so kind after all." He said.
Everyone was puzzled to hear him say that. He slightly turned to look at them and sighed slightly. "I'll stay, but get this through your heads now I'm only staying so I can fight the prince of darkness." He said. "My name is Irene. What's yours?" Irene asked him letting his coat go.
"Vergil." He said as he turned to look at her. "Would you like to stay with me? I mean you will need a place to stay after all." She said. He simply nodded and followed her. The town's people looked on and started talking. "We should be able to win now." Dralner said and everyone agreed.
"I wonder if he will live up to his father's legend?" Dralner asked no one in particular.
Author: Hope you liked it so far please review. Not sure if I'll put another chapter up soon depends on the reviews I guess. For a better summary I'll say it now. This is slightly A/U after all I'm changing his fate for now. The other books I will do are simple the next one will just be a novelized version of DMC3 which will be the prequel to this. The one after that will be the sequel to this story. This basically deals with Vergil against Mundus and the other characters will appear such as Dante and Lady. Okay so now for that bit for a better summary.
After his battle with Dante, Vergil fell into the demon world of his own accord, but he's back in the human world, but for what purpose. Only time will tell as this devil's ice-cold heart will start to melt with the help of a little girl. What is he truly fighting for and why? It shall be revealed in do time, but for now let's look on as his new journey starts.
