The Return of the King
Vergil walked into the occultshop even more pissed than usual because he had slept so bad. He thought of nightmares as nothing more than foolish childish fantasies...yet he had to admit he was concerned. What was even harder to admit was that he wasn't able to control his dark side anymore. Since returning from Mundus' Imprisonment he hadn't been able to control his dark side.
A lot of things had changed since then. One day he just found himself standing in the rain in front of the Devil May Cry, clothes ripped and totally lost, only following the one scent he knew, his little brother's. Since then the brothers had been living together with Trish. And even though they occasionally talked about old times Dante never dared to ask Vergil about his time in Hell. Vergil only told him that he remembered pieces of what had happened but couldn't put the picture together as one. The Truth was, deep down Vergil knew exactly what had happened he just didn't want to remember and Dante knew that as well.
It was one month since he had returned and the problem of his demonic side was becoming more and more evident. It eventually took it's toll when he killed a pregnant woman and her husband for no reason at all. It was like he was able to see what he was doing but not able to control it, to stop it. Sometimes he still heard their screams at night. He had killed demons before, thousands, but he never killed humans. Never. They were weak and his honor never allowed him to do such things. That was until that very night. He wasn't even able to tell his brother about his problem, even though they always talked about everything....purposely or not.
So he finally came to one conclusion. The one he always thought about with disgust. The one he always thought about was for the weak. To ban his demonic power. All his Life he had clung onto it as the only weapon to protect himself, as what he was able to identify himself with. Vergil, the son of the legendary demonic Dark Knight Sparda. He carried his name with a lot of pride. And he had to swallow hard to accept the fact that he was too weak to control his oh so mighty power. He would no longer be Vergil, the elder son of Sparda, the Dark Slayer. He would be just Vergil.
But he couldn't take the risk of killing every possible human on earth with his power. So once in his life he decided to do something for others, and that sacrifice was the biggest he could possibly make. He wanted to talk to Dante about this but he couldn't. Anytime he wanted to, he just couldn't.
So here he was in a shop that looked like a bunch of goths walked in here on a daily basis for their rituals on graveyards. All he needed was a dried piece of lotos, a dagger and eagle testicles. Yes it was as gross as it sounded. But the most difficult part would be getting a dagger from ancient times. Not just any dagger but the dagger Delilah used, to cut Samson's hair. Vergil knew where he could find it. It was in the possession of a certain family and tonight right after he was done getting the other tools he'd steal it.
The woman who looked about the age of 30, with black straight long hair, having several piercings in her face combined with dark lipstick was chewing on her gum and eyeing Vergil from head to toe and back. He rolled his eyes. Foolish insignificant woman.
"Excuse me, do you have ...eagle testicles?"
It was already night and the streets were quiet except for a few people. Vergil was standing in the middle of a room where a girl or a woman, he couldn't really figure out what she was, was sleeping.
He tried his best to be quiet and searched for what he was looking for, when the person suddenly sat up and looked at him.
"What in the-" Vergil was gone within a second. As he turned around from the alley he figured, this is not going to work.
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