The acrid smell that hung in the air was almost enough to make the man vomit, almost not quite. He had been in battles with both demons and humans thus being privy to all kinds of 'interesting' scents but this one took the cake, so to say. It was down right putrid. Not only did it permeate and assault his nostrils burning a path down his bronchial tubes to offend his lungs that always seemed to be in a state of injured or nearly healed, never quite one hundred percent though mind you, but it seemed to permeate into his skin sinking itself deeper to reach the very marrow that lay in his bones sullying his already tainted soul.

Shackled wrists hung above his head had long since cut off any feeling in his hands but with that was a certain blessing because at the same time they didn't hurt anymore. He had no idea how long he had been chained nor did he care, it was his punishment justly deserved he supposed. It hadn't ceased to escape him the irony of his situation; he who had wanted nothing more than to rule the demon world had become first a slave and now it's prisoner. He mused often how in his few moments of clarity while under control he had wanted nothing more than to be released from his 'master', he couldn't help but think of the word with severe disdain. Now that he was once again in control of his own mind he certainly was not in control of his person.

It only caused his captors more pleasure in the fact that he not only didn't die easily but also that his healing abilities were quite uncanny even by most demonic standards. He wasn't sure how long it had been since his last 'lesson' as the devils who tortured him enjoyed describing it but was fairly certain he was overdue. He snapped his eyes shut tightly against the offending odors and scenerary wanting nothing more than to be able to experience freedom once again. He who had scoffed at his brother and protector who enjoyed the simple pleasures of the human world wanted nothing more than to sit in the sunshine and feel it warm him from the inside out.

He was tired of listening to screams of pain as some devil or human met their end by barbarous means. Faintly he could recall sitting peacefully with a book in hand with nothing more than a birds call or the steady drone of traffic echoing in his head.

'Foolish boy.' He thought to himself. The moment he saw Mundus appear above him he knew that the devil had undoubtedly caught scent of his and his brothers blood when they had fought at the gaping maw that led to the very bowels of the demonic realm. He also knew that there was nowhere he could ever possibly hide from the devil. With pride and dignity the boy had fought the powerful devil only to be smacked down like the annoying gnat he was and captured. He was certain that Mundus never found the pendant that he had always wore around his neck, how he wasn't sure, but why the devil had allowed him to keep Yamato in his possession was beyond him. He supposed it was just another way for the devil to torture him whenever he was able to lift the hazy persona of Nelo Angelo and once again regain himself.

His minds eye turned to the events that had delivered him to his current predicament or rather what he could recall of it. The portal by way of the large ornate mirror he recalled using it to step through to the mansion, it had been a simple matter for him being well versed in using such portals to travel between worlds at leisure, and of course there had been the girl. Nelo Angelo hadn't cared who she was while he suspected that she possessed a demonic heritage it was unimportant to him whose exactly it may have belonged too. She had been a decent fighter that much he could remember.

She had shot at him with two guns and carried a broad sword that seemed to big for her to lift let alone swing but she did parrying with him and even managed to counter a few attacks but ducked out of the way for most part. Easily he had managed to get behind her and with a few hits successfully knocked her off of her feet into a wall. The girl had attempted to stand but soon found herself with Nelo's hand around her throat choking off her air supply. She meagerly brought both of her small hands to grip his wrist to which he replied by squeezing harder and shaking her a little for the simple pleasure of his dominance over the foolish child. It was with that move that he caught glimpse of the pendant as it fell from her shirt. In that instant he felt Nelo subside as a flood gate was opened to reveal the memories of who he once was. The girl was tossed aside as Nelo attempted to gain control. It was then that the man fled out of fear of what the demonic armor he wore may make him do.

He had managed more or less to regain some control on Mallet Island, how he wasn't sure. He surmised it had been his undying interest in needing to know why the girl possessed the other half of his mothers pendant. The same one that he wore. Had she defeated his brother? Had he been fool hardy enough to simply hand it over to her for a keepsake? He wasn't sure until it struck him harder than any blow ever could. His protector, Starina, had been carrying a child when they parted ways. His child.

He wasn't sure how long he had been under Mundus's control, for demons and devils who lived for millions of years time had no bearing for any of them. Upon his revelation he sought the girl out again in an attempt to gain an answer from her. He watched her closely as she swung her sword towards him clashing his own metal against hers taking in her appearance. Platinum blonde hair that was nearly white was akin to his own hair coloring. Grey eyes with a flashing of glacial blue running through them sparked maliciously at him that accented her dainty features nicely. The shape of her eyes and nose were familiar to him, they belonged to her mother. How many times had he caught himself staring at the girl he had grown up alongside? He knew every inch of Starina and this girl looked too much like her for it to be coincidence. It was interesting for him however to notice the shape of her face, the way her jaw angled down slightly while her full lips gave off the slight appearance she was pouting. It was his own mothers that he knew she got from him.

Her fighting style was unquestionably his brothers and for that he was grateful. She may have been his daughter but thankfully she would carry out her uncles legacy.

His eyes remained shut tight as he held onto the only memory he had of his daughter as the heavy metal doors to his cell slammed open. A demonic voice carried to his ears promising nothing short of hell while he held onto the girls voice. The few words she had spoken to him.

'What is so great about serving Mundus? Power I suppose. Well friend, it's a shame you serve him because you would have been one hell of an ally.'

Vergil waited patiently for his next punishment to be doled out knowing well that he deserved it.