Title: Devil May Cry 5: Vergil's Revenge
A severely beaten and broken warrior sat in an alleyway, listening to the sounds of cars passing. His half naked form heavily scarring crossing each former multiple pentagrams. He ran his fingers over one of the smallest ones. He had been beaten by his little brother over a decade ago. He still couldn't regain any of his power. For 10 years he wandered throughout the Underworld looking for his exit. He had been beaten more times than he would remember. Without his strength he was as weak as any of the humans walking the streets in front of him. After Mundus' defeat at the hands of his little brother, Dante he had been relinquished of his possession. He was free. Unfortunately he was free in the Underworld surrounded by demons who could smells Sparda's blood in him. He had to run away from many of the demons to ensure his survival. He had no idea how he had made it out of the Underworld in one piece. He got up, using a stick to balance himself. He walked out the dark alleyway. People watching him suspiciously. His torn vest and blue coat were riddled with holes. Vergil approached the corner of the city of Fortuna. His knees felt weak and he fell from the support of the stick and slammed himself against the wall. He slid down the cold wall and slipped down onto the sidewalk. His extremely long white hair covering his blue eyes. He could barely walk. How weak had he become? Vergil sat against the wall for what seemed like years. Several people passed dressed in what seemed like white overcoats and hoods. He spit up a small amount of blood that mixed with the rain that was beginning to fall. He felt his arms become heavier than he could hold up. They felt like they would fall off. Several more holy knights passing eying Vergil strangely. Vergil wished he pain would end. He wanted his power back. He would do anything to have it back. He gasped in pain and built up enough strength to push himself back up the wall. He looked down at the scars all over his body and he breathed heavily as if he were having a heart attack. Death would be a preferable fate to this. He had suffered with such weakness for 10 years which seemed like millenniums. Thank to Mundus he had been possessed and he became Nelo Angelo, supreme servant of the demon emperor. He silently wished he would have gone out of the gate with Dante at the end of Temen-Ni-Gru. He went back into the Room Of The Fallen Ones and was defeated by the demon emperor. If he were stronger he was sure he could have defeated him. He was the son of Sparda for god's sake.
He picked the stick back up and began to walk down the sidewalk again. Hoping he wouldn't collapse anytime soon. He needed to have Yamato back in order to get all of his strength back.
Yamato, his beloved sword given to him by his father. One of the only things he truly cherished. He despised everything else he had ever known. Everything from how he couldn't save their mother when they were little to simply being alive anymore. A lonesome tear gently slipped down his cheek as he continued to walk down the sidewalk.
A raven haired beauty with equally beauty heterochromia eyes walked down the same sidewalk as he did. She looked at his weakened figure with pity, but kept walking. Her Kahila Ann on her back ready to blow anyone away. Her Scorpion sub machine gun and her M1911 handgun with strapped to her thighs. She had just gotten back from visiting Dante and Trish at Devil May Cry. Several holy knights were following her. Intrigued by her beautiful figure and her flawless skin.
Vergil turned around and looked at the woman approaching him. He thought he had seen her before, but couldn't quite place it. A sharp pain shot throughout his body. His heart wrenched with pain and he screamed loudly drawing much UN-needed attention to himself. He fell onto the ground with a thud. His body shaking rapidly.
Lady immediately rushed to his side. She felt his pulse and he heart was fine despite him being in so much pain. She examined him closing. Almost recognizing his blue coat, but couldn't remember where she saw it before.
The Holy Knights following Lady ran over to help the fallen Vergil.
"We need to get him to the hospital," One of them said as they threw the demon over his shoulder and ran down the sidewalk toward the nearest clinic hoping to get there before Vergil expired. Lady followed them closely intrigued to see what would become of Vergil.
