The Devils of Misadventure

Chapter One
Into Hell and Out with a Microchip

Vergil found himself landed on a rather mucky ground. He was well and living, though somewhat weakened by the battle that he had already won back in the tower. It was a battle he only won with the help his younger brother. He was a disgrace to himself. But, as he ignored the appreciation towards being alive, he quickly found himself to be challenged by Mundus, his late father's archenemy. Mundus appeared as three, omnibus red orbs floating in the air. It was a great chance to refute his previous defeat; as a son of Sparda, he believed that he would be able to rectify what happened earlier by winning this fight against Mundus.

"If my father did it," he said, ready to charge, "I should be able to do it too!"

But Mundus took a step back. In fact, it assumed a larger version of itself. He was larger, had arms and legs, with eyes blood red and dark wings supported him in the back. He had the expression of an old man, but nothing that resembled the kindness and compassion of one.

"Halt, son of Sparda! I came in peace!"

"What, peace?" Vergil retorted in disbelieve. "No one comes to us in peace!"

"Then you will have to trust me."

"Why? Why do you seek for my trust?"

"Because we may have a common enemy."

Vergil came to a deafening silence, despite the fact that he was in hell. His hands still clenched strongly to the hilt of his sword, "What do you mean?"

"I had come upon a being that I created. I was meant to be the only one to control it, but now, it wishes to control me."

"Why should I trust you?"

"Because… I take it as a win-win situation. If I possess this creature, it will possess me. If you possess this creature, it will possesses you—surely, it will!"

"What creature do you speak of? Let me see it with my own eyes and I will retract my sword."

Mundus gestured his hand and out came a sealed box; it had appeared from thin air. He muttered a Latin phrase or two, before the box unlocked itself. There was a gush of wild wind coming from it. Vergil held still against the wind but then, there was a loud shriek oscillated through the vacant spaces. He winced to hear it pounded against his eardrum, where he was unable to withstand. As soon as the power dissipated, everything returned calm and so was Vergil. He recovered from his stance and watched, as Mundus took out a small piece of what seemed to be a microchip.

"This," said Mundus, "was one of my greatest works yet."

"What is it?"

"This is what the humans call a microchip. It's forms the vital part of an electrical circuit. It—"

"Nonsense! You're telling me that this powerful, little thing is your most perfected creation? You must be out of your mind!"

"You can say all that you want, son of Sparda! But I'm warning you, if it can take over me, it sure can take over you or anything else. Even I had to seal it away in Pandora's box!"

"How? What are its powers?"

"It possess the human imagination and conjures it to become real, living creatures!"

"Now, you're kidding me."

"Take it, son of Sparda! I no longer have the strength to withstand it! Perhaps, with Sparda's blood, you may be able to control it before it controls you!"

Vergil scoffed once again in disbelief, sheathing his sword and stepped away. But just as he was about to turn away, Mundus flung the microchip through the air and he was in time to catch it. Mundus laughed out to his heart's content now, fading away into the darkness as Vergil clasped on the microchip. But Mundus's still and dark voice resounded through the space.

"Take the portal to the human world and then let the microchip restore itself! Then, you will tell me just how powerful it is once it takes over you!"

Another round of laughter clearly annoyed Vergil. He turned to his hand and stared intently into his palm, eyeing directly on the microchip. If he had seen a typical microchip, he would know that this one was no typical microchip. It was red colour, heavy than the rest and it radiates an evil presence. Further study revealed that it had gold trimmings of little wires, where he surmised that was how it had its name.

"Micro," he muttered under his breath and saw a glint of gold suddenly shining as he spoke its name, "You're name after the measurements denoting a factor of one millionth, that being the little wires that is attached to you and surrounding you. I see that now."

Suddenly, a burst of red light appeared in right front of him.

It looked like a pool of clouds, whirling in an anti-clockwise direction and it had an eternal dark eye in the middle. Everything around him was pulled by the dark eye, him included. He fought against being pulled into its ghastly shade, but he was no match to it. It was painful process and force of gravity. His skin ripped off and sucked into the eye like an endless vacuum of darkness. Vergil still tried to fight against it and he clenched his whole body to withstand the force.

But it was no use.

Slowly but surely, every part of his body was ripped off his skeletal. He screamed in pain while in the process but before long, it was nothing but silence. The eye itself hissed or slurped, after it had wholly swallowed Vergil, and disappeared as suddenly as it came.

Vergil came back into consciousness, which was impossible given what he had remembered to endure. He winced in pain and grunted a few times. He then felt something in the palm of his hands and saw that it was still there. I don't think I'll ever understand what just happened, he mused, staring still at the microchip whilst standing up on his own two feet, and I clearly should've died!

"Yo!"

He looked up immediately. There was a man standing before him; he was most definitely human. He dressed up strangely though: had spectacles, a black t-shirt over his filthy raincoat and he had he most bags Vergil ever saw a human carry—because he had never met a concierge before. But this man was definitely no concierge. What Vergil surmised next may not exactly be comforting no less than meeting Mundus…

"Are you lost?"

The man spoke in Japanese. Good thing I know to speak the same. Vergil looked around: the floors were shiny beige marbles and the walls were all covered with posters. He found one that looks amusingly like his twin brother and it was then he knew he certainly was lost.

"Yes, do you mind tell me where I am?"

"You're in CAPCOM's building! I guess you must be lost—the game's convention is down stairs!" and now the man repeatedly turned to look behind Vergil, almost ignoring him. "I could swear there was a Vergil statue here!"

"Statue? Game convention? What are you talking about?"

"You're dressed up as one of Devil May Cry's characters—Vergil, son of Sparda and the lost twin brother of Dante! Though I must say, you look astonishingly and exactly like him! Heck, even our concept art couldn't match up to you and your cosplaying!"

"Cosplay? Devil May Cry?"

"Oh, come on! Costume play? I'm sure that's why you're here."

"N-no, you don't understand! I'm not from around here!"

"Of course not!" laughed the Japanese man. He then patted the awed Vergil on the shoulders and led him to the glass door, which was behind them. He raised the tag card he had around his shoulders and flashed it at a receiver near the door, causing it to open. "Here, I'll help you find your way out!"

"What? This is impudent! You must release me at once!"

"Calm down, man! I'm just showing you where the game convention is!"

The man then led Vergil into the elevator and it brought them downstairs. He seemed to ignored Vergil's awe and shock as he turned around and around to study his surroundings. Vergil saw more people at the lobby and all of them looked at him in awe. The man again commented on he looked exactly like Vergil when he knew he was Vergil all along. It did not compute to him. Then, the man opened up the entrance door and smiled widely at him.

"Dude, you're so going to win the cosplay competition!"

"You don't under—"

"You know, I sort of designed your Devil Trigger!"

"Y-you d-did? That's impossible!"

The man laughed out this time and shook Vergil's hand without his consent, "Wow! That's a nice touch, Mr. Cosplayer!"

It was then the chip magically slipped away into the man's hand. As he beheld it in his hands, he was awed and jaw dropped. It was clear that it had cast its magic upon him.

"My, god! This is one wonder machine!"

Vergil widened his eyes. He knows the microchip and it's uses! Then—

"Take it, it's yours!" he said suddenly without hesitance. "Take it as a present for our meeting!"

"Really? It's not illegal or anything, right?"

"No, a friend of mine made it. He was a—"

"A tech geek?"

"Yes," Vergil gulped, whatever that is.

"Oh, okay! Thanks, man! Oh! And uh, the convention's right over there! Good luck! Though, I don't think you need it!"

Vergil turned around and saw an explosion of people in the streets, with some of them they looked just like him or like his brother. As he followed the racket, the man was behind the door was gone before he knew it. But now, he had to keep an eye on him and planned to stalk the building.

"That was a strange thing to behold. But I'll have to see if what Mundus says was right after all…"