Chapter 2: Realizations and Decisions
Vergil was walking around the deserted streets. It was like a ghost town, the people were long evacuated to avoid being killed by rampant demons. The blue and black katana seemed harmless at his side but those who knew him; knew the truth. Vergil was deadly, if not, lethal with his weapon. Unlike his younger twin brother who was more in tuned with his human nature, Vergil was ruthless. He had divorced his humanity when he joined Mundus. He was promised power, conquest, and whatever other lies Mundus could come up with. Vergil fought his brother and had even almost succeeded in killing him! The time stream in the demon world was different from the human world. Dante had aged a bit but his power had grown tremendously. His human emotions, Vergil had discovered, made his brother stronger not weaker. He even watched his brother inherit their father's demon form! Not to mention unlocking the Forced Edge's true form; Sparda. Vergil played dead more than once. The first time was when the two fought for their father's sword. That battle resulted in Dante winning their father's sword and Vergil, knowing that only one of them had enough time to escape, told Dante to go because he wanted to remain in their father's home! Dante tried to plead with him but Vergil would not relent. Not of spite or jealousy but because he wanted his brother to continue. Live today, fight tomorrow. Vergil thought. Also, the human race needed a hero and the elder twin knew that it was not him! He knew somehow that he would see his brother again, which was why he took his amulet with him to his 'grave'. He saw the heart break in his brother's eyes and tried to ignore his own aching heart. He loved Dante and felt that it was his duty to protect him! After he was 'defeated' at the Island, Vergil dropped his amulet and allowed Dante to continue but he followed Dante in spirit form. He watched the battle and his brother's escape with Trish. He was proud of his brother, his heart swelling with pride.
His constant vigil of his younger brother didn't waver over the years. Instead it intensified! Dante opened his business and had continued to fight for the sake of humanity. Just like our father. Vergil thought with a smirk. For a long time, Vergil believed that he would inherit their father's power. However, it seems that Sparda had something else planned! Vergil thought about the two of them and hung his head. He had been blinded by his lust for power, driven to near madness to best his younger twin. He had lost his true purpose. Upon recovering from his 'defeat', Vergil journeyed around, not only to search for his twin brother, but to find himself. It wasn't an easy task, for in it Vergil had to fight and conquer his own inner demons. As he defeated each one, Vergil felt himself becoming better and becoming more evolved. His demon form was still Neo-Angelo but it was more humanoid. His clothes were now like Dante's but his coloring was black, blue and silver. His hair was longer but spiked as before. His power was stronger than before but it was purer. He made sure that his brother was ok each and every time. He even saw the boy he took under his wing, Nero. He had to smile, the boy reminded Vergil of themselves when they were young merged into one body!
He was shocked that his younger brother had taken no lovers to his bed! The man was both beautiful and handsome at once. He knew that both men and women would go for his brother but he never opened to their advances. Instead, he noticed that his brother went to bed alone every night, fingering their entwined amulets and crying himself to sleep. The cries tore into Vergil's icy exterior, cracking into his heart of stone. It felt strange to Vergil. It was as if he had been born again. It was very liberating and when he helped people out, another chip fell away, turning from stone to flesh. He was doing his patrol when he heard voices and gunshots close by. With a racing heart, the elder honed in with his sword drawn and dashing from one rooftop to the other. He saw the two holding the demon waves at bay. His blood boiled when he noticed a demon trying to get a sneak attack on his brother! Oh no you don't, Vergil snarled as he produced energy swords and letting them fly. He smiled; taking in dark pleasure of the demons went ridged. If anyone touches my brother…it will be me! He was surprised at the fierce feeling of possessiveness he had felt. Was Dante his? He thought as he watched the demons fell like dominoes and he realized that he was spotted by his brother and Nero. Luckily he can't see me from here. He looked back at them and nodded before turning to leave. Dante, I will watch over you. Someday, perhaps, we'll meet again.
