Author's Note: Thank you everybody who has continued on this journey with me! I would like to give Vergil a more modern look in the next few chapters but I already have some ideas about giving him a more Asian look. The reason why is because Dante resembled a cowboy in DMC 4, whereas I'll have Vergil be more Eastern in his manner of dress and be clean cut. Let me know what you think! Also keep up the reviews and enjoy!

Chapter 2

The gargantuan statue of Sparda's graven image loomed with authority over Vergil as he walked down an aisle toward the altar. His hands were shaking slightly before he bowed his head to stare at the ground. He was not worthy to even stare at the face of the one who sired him. After all he had joined his father's greatest enemy in trying to reshape the human world, hadn't he? And all over some foolish half-assed dream….

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

The girl again. Why did she not leave? Vergil pondered whether he should simply walk off again or say something.

"The devil Sparda was my father," Vergil said curtly still staring at his feet.

Vergil felt sickened by being an imitation of his father in the current clothes he wore, as again he noticed his apparel. He would be glad to be rid of it, but first there were things to do.

He heard a slight shuffling behind him as he heard the girl move awkwardly. The silence was too vast for her taste, so she spoke instead," Are you going to pray?"

Vergil was never one for religion, yet still he felt obligated to ask his father for forgiveness. He bowed, setting his knee on the cold stone floor and closed his eyes. Father,,forgive me….

He rose slowly and opened his eyes, knowing what lay ahead. He could sense a devil's power and that perhaps this Nero could be of some use to him. Soon his power would be back in his grasp…

He turned to walk away, seeing the girl's eyes filled with kindness, and maybe even respect for him after he had paid homage to the deity whom they worshipped.

"Where are you going?"

" I have some business to attend to," Vergil said heading toward the main entrance down the main aisle.

The liveliness of the street met his eyes with the morning glare of the sun at the same time as he opened the double doors wide with both hands. The villagers did not even skip a beat at his appearance, and kept about their work as he made his way down the street. If there had been anything he had learned in Hell it was how to sense a demon, and he sensed that he was close…very close.

Vergil wondered why the girl had not followed him out and tried to question him more on him being a son of Sparda. Perhaps since they were familiar with Dante they were no longer surprised by such things. Vergil knew he would have to question her later about his brother's whereabouts, but now the most pressing matter was finding his blade, which seemed to be calling to him. The devil had it. Yet there was something very unusual about him.

Nero sat at a fountain on the edge, staring into the water at his arm's refelction. Recently it had been reacting violently for some odd reason, along with the Yamato, a devil arm Dante had entrusted to him. He scratched his head as he heard footsteps in the garden. He knew they were not Kyrie's because he was used to her soft tread. He knew that they were the only two to know of this place since the Savior fiasco. He stood up and saw who the uninvited guest was.

Vergil saw the boy rise as soon as he turned around and stood up. He judged the youth was maybe in his early 20s at the oldest and wore red and blue with a massive sword slung on his back. However, perhaps the most striking thing about him was the arm that he had on his right side which was red with glowing blue cracks and fingers.

"So you're the devil I sensed," Vergil said dismissively," A boy."

"Well hello to you too. Glad to see you on your feet," responded Nero half serious, half sarcastic.

"Do you know who I am ,boy?"

"No idea, but if I were to venture a guess, I would say you're that brother Dante was talking about," replied Nero gesturing similarly to Dante and pacing back and forth," By the way, I do have a name, and it's Nero."

"Then if you know who I am, let me make this simple for you. I want my sword back. Give it here," Vergil gestured toward himself, his blue eyes fixed with Nero's.

"No way, dude! Dante entrusted it to me. Where were you when he gave it? If ya needed it so

badly, then why the hell didn't you come and get it?"

"Very well," Vergil said scratching his chin and popping his neck," This may be fun."

Within a split second, Vergil had teleported and elbowed Nero in the chest. He had a smirk on his face, quite the contrast of Nero's surprised contortion of alarm and fear. He grabbed the sword that Nero was carrying, after he loosened his grip on it due to the blow. Apparently he had tried to pull the blade out, but not in time.

The sword, which Nero had engraved on the hilt as Red Queen, was much heavier than Vergil had expected. Still he was able to swing the blade effortlessly to a fighting pose, as Nero popped some shots off from his unique gun. Vergil merely guarded his face and deflected the bullets with the sword's wide frame.

Nero's arm pulsed with a purplish hue as the sheathed Yamato came out from its resting place stored from within it. Vergil had to admit that he was surprised, but continued to press the advantage by charging with a massive overhead strike. Nero was barely able to deflect it as the force of the half-demon came crashing down on him. The two panted and grunted in exertion as they delivered several blows before culminating in a sword clash. They gritted teeth, inches from eachother's faces as their hissed breath echoed in one another's ears.

The two put another fantastic lunge forward, finally causing the swords to fly from their grasp into the air, crisscrossing as they soared, so enormous was the pressure of their deadlock. Vergil grabbed the Yamato as it sang through to his grasp, whereas Nero clutched the Red Queen and regained his balance at the same time.

The pair of inhumans stared at eachother for what seemed to be an eternity, before Nero spoke," Why do you want that sword so badly? Dante never said anything about you coming back. Can you cut a guy a break?"

"I'm not my brother now am I?" Vergil smirked placing his hand on the hilt. He had picked up the sheath after Nero had dropped it during the knockback from their blade lock.

In one swift florish there seemed to be a gust of wind as the sound of steel rang out, as Vergil whipped out the blade. He calmly withdrew it oncemore slowly into the sheath counting in his head: 3, 2, 1. Then there was the click of the devil arm locking into place.

The fountain behind, Nero exploded in a brilliant torrent of water, as blood erupted from Nero's mouth at the exact same instant. Vergil walked calmly up as the boy collapsed on the ground clutching his chest which now had a long slash down it that ruptured.

Nero attempted to get up by supporting himself awkwardly with the Red Queen in his left hand. His body shuddered violently before he almost fell facedown, only to be grabbed by Vergil who had a firm grip on his right hand.

"Why are you doing this? Kyrie and I we hel—"

Vergil cut off his sentence, by absorbing the power of Nero's arm into his body. The demonic power was visible only for a moment as a purple aura which enshrouded Vergil before dissipating. He stared at his opponent's eyes, which he leveled with his own by lifting him off the ground with one arm,"Foolishness boy, foolishness, you were never worthy of this devil's power."

He shoved Nero into the remains of the fountain, and watched him collapse in a heap. Unsheathing the Yamato he prepared himself for the death blow until he heard a scream of denunciation.

"NOOO! NERO! NEEERO!"

The crying figure of Kyrie threw herself before Vergil, shielding the wounded boy's body, an action that frightfully reminded Vergil of his mother. He had stopped his strike as soon as she had put herself in the way of his slice. Somehow he could not bring himself to kill her, a girl who had gone out of her way to help him, a complete and utter stranger. She alone had cared for him when he was at his all time low.

He sheathed his sword. He had got what he had come for. Now all that remained was his amulet, no doubt in Dante's care.

"Where do you think you are going you son of a bitch! Come on!!"

"Nero be still," Kyrie was trying to hold back an enraged Nero who was trying to call after Vergil but grabbed his coattail.

"You were never supposed to wield this power forever. You were merely its steward, nothing more,"Vergil said standing stiffly before walking on.

Nero's grasp on Vergil's coat gave way, as he lay in the dust, humiliated. Whereas Vergil kept on moving off, his attainment of his former power almost complete…..