I obviously do not own Devil May cry. Heres vergil! He he.

Vergil's boots thudded heavily on the pavement as he walked along the sidewalk, His coat fluttered behind him in the unnerving breeze. The cold wind made his hair stand on end. He could smell something sinister behind it as He tightened his grip on Yamato at his side. The demon blade was wrapped in a blue cloth and tied tight with a small cord so as not to alert the humans. They crowded the street and moved all around, their ignorance and stench made Vergil sick. He slowly made his way through the crowd towards Devil May Cry. He had business to settle with his brother.

His first priory had been to retrieve Yamato from the sniveling devil boy. Now that he held his sword, he could feel the power he had lost coming back. His time in the demon world had changed him. He was no longer the man he was back when he raised the Temi-ni-gru. He was stronger, wiser, older, and far more prepared to claim Sparda's power. He grimaced at remembering his 'defeat' to Dante. He had not been himself then, but he did owe Dante for releasing him, now he would repay him, and take his head.

A little girl bumped into him and he nearly knocked her over. The blond girl stumbled and spun around to glare at Vergil. "Hey watch it you." The girl snapped.

Vergil eyed the dressed up girl before chuckling at her brashness. He turned and walked away, ignoring her calls and pleas to come back and apologize.

The wind picked up suddenly and Vergil's eyes were drawn to the sky. The sky went pitch black and a rift tore open high in the sky. Vergil clenched Yamato tightly as he recognized the place. 'The demon world.' He watched as demons poured out of the twisted, blood red rift and descended onto the city. Then he saw it. The single eye set atop two others looking into the world. "Mundus." He hissed, grinding his teeth. The humans around him ran in fear and panic as pride demons, frost demons, and others descended on the city. Vergil watched as demonic troopers, or wraiths, flew down on their black bat like wings. Each one had a head of twisted horns and carried a blood red serrated sword. Their humanoid bodies covered in dense scales.

Two of these solders eyed Vergil and lunged at him. Two frosts leaped at the devil from behind. Vergil took a single deep calming breath. He placed both hands on the wrapped Yamato. One hand snaked beneath the cloth and the other clasped the cord. With a swift tug the cord fell away and the cloth fluttered away as the demons neared. Vergil gripped the white hilt and glared at his enemies. There was a flash and ringing of steel before Vergil sheathed the sword. As the blade slid into its sheath, the four demons fell around him in pieces.

Another frost leaped at him and Vergil parried the attack with Yamato's sheath and struck the demon in the chin with the hilt. With a flash, he sliced the ice demon in half and it melted away. More demons attacked the stronger threat, leaving most of the humans to face the stronger foe. Vergil leaped and danced about, batting away swords, scythes and claws with Yamato's hilt and sheath, evading and teleporting only when needed. Yamato flashed every time it left the sheath, cutting enemies to bits with every ringing slash. To have watched the fight would have been impossible, as the sword danced through the air too fast for the eye to catch. Vergil showed no sign of strain as demons fell around him with their final screams. Each movement was planned, each slashed and strike choreographed in his mind like a perfect dance. His weight shifted only slightly with each strike so his balance never faltered. The demons never landed a blow on the devil. A pride demon leaped and was cut in half across at the hip and from head to toe before he touched the ground.

A demonic trooper swooped down on Vergil from behind. Vergil smirked at the demon's pathetic attempt. He vanished in a blur just before the demon collided with him before appearing on its back and driving Yamato through its heart. Leaping off, Yamato flashed in the air as five more demons fell. The remaining demons surrounded their prey. Vergil stood, both hands on Yamato, waiting on his enemies. The demons all lunged simultaneously, and Vergil could not evade the wall of demons surrounding him.

"Enough." He muttered. The blue aura surrounded him as his devil form took shape. "Die." He hissed in his demonic tone. A dark bubble encircled the group and in a mad flurry of slashes, the bodies fell in ribbons. Vergil slowly sheathed Yamato reverting to his human form. Vergil scoffed at the foolish demons as they dissolved into ash. He had faced much worse while he was in the demon world. These demons were nothing compared to their master. He glared at the rift in the sky. He remembered those eyes, he had served those eyes. Not by choice, but he had none the less. Demons circled the air as he watched the dark sky. "I will kill you as well, Mundus." He hissed, spitting the last word like something disgusting. He began walking again, his boots making less noise over the distant screams. "But first, I must see my brother." Vergil walked calmly over the bodies of the people around him

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Patty Lowell watched the blue clad, white haired man walk away in fear. The man seemed a lot like Dante, but he was so much more terrifying. He was so cruel! Watching him kill those demons was nothing like when Dante fought. She couldn't even see him half the time! Patty looked at all the people around her. They were all dead, lying in their own blood. She turned and ran, forcing the tears from her eyes. 'I have to find Dante' she thought as she moved as quickly as she could make her legs run.

Hope my Vergil chapter went well. To those who have not watched the anime I recommended it. If you have good for you, if not you should. Next chapter Nero's back and he gets to regain his Badassness

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