Hope you all are ready for another action-packed chapter of Devil Of The Louds, I got to say, ever since the announcement for Devil May Cry 5, I've gotten in the spirit of updating this story as much as I can, that and my other ones as well, because I'm beginning to realize just how much I've been ignoring them for other ones. But hopefully after a few more chapters of this, I can find the drive to update them all in no time, so here you go. Let me clear one thing up, those 3 demons that Lincoln defeated last chapter were a class of medium demons, higher than lesser demons but lower than the kind you can get kickass weapon once you defeat them, so don't expect anything from those 3, but the demon Lincoln will fight in this game will be one from the games and he will get a Devil Arm in the process. I won't tell which one though, so you'll have to see for yourself.
Also, this will include some action from Vergil, so be prepared for that.
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"I'm telling you guys, Lola and I heard something in the woods."
Lana was adamantly telling her parents about what she and Lola found in the woods. A few moments ago, the two Loud twins were still seated in the campfire but the tomboy of the pair noticed a rabbit hopping away in a fright. Not just it, but the rabbit was followed by various wilderness animals who were frightened, even a deer and bear were running, scared out of their minds. Her curious nature got the better her and had to check it out, while Lola was never one to participate in whatever uncouth behavior her twin would delve in, she didn't like sitting there alone without her and albeit reluctantly, she followed suit, though not without holding her pageant gown up to prevent it from getting dirty. Although at the time, not had noticed the two of them running off on their own.
What they saw was an entire forest area that was ravaged completely, shattered boulders and what looked like fresh blood on the ground, and of course, the gaping hole at a mountainous cave, both twins grew a little frightened at the implications so they ran back to get their parents to show them and of course they too grew a huge amount of concerns.
Rita looked around with ample fear in her eyes, in all her years, she could only think of one thing that could've caused this level of destruction, she along with her husband were the few who were aware of what really happens behind the scenes. "D-Did you two see anything?"
"Mom?" Lola inquired, noticing the sudden shift in her movements.
Lynn Sr. knelt down to their level and looked at them straight in their eyes just to get valid confirmation from both of his little girls, as he didn't want to take any chances. "Girls just tell us, did you see anything at all? Anything that could've caused something like this." he clarified, praying that their answer would be the one he was hoping for.
Amazingly, he was right.
"Oh thank god..." Rita silently whispered.
"Alright." Lynn Sr. stood up and ushered his family to follow him. "Here's what we're gonna do; we go back to the campgrounds, tell the scoutmaster about this and get out of here."
"But why?" Lana tilted her head in a confused manner.
"Just...trust us, alright? You two go back to the rest, we'll catch up with you soon." while still curious about what set their parents off like that, the twins nonetheless complied and left, leaving the patriarch and matriarch by themselves. So many things were going through both of their minds as they process what they've seen now, it was impossible. He told both of them that activity of this certain nature was only a rare occurrence and that chances of this kind of damage being done is one in a million. And yet here they were, observing the kind of damage that could only be done by what could only be described as their worst nightmares.
"Lynn." Rita looked to him. "You don't think..."
"I hope we're wrong." Lynn Sr. replied and the two retreated back to the campgrounds.
And they had no idea of the surprising presence of Lincoln Loud who was deep in the forest, searching for any more demons to find, do battle with, and eventually kill with two guns, a big-ass sword and his uncanny abilities. He had already taken care of those three Heralds of whatever and could still feel the presence of demons all around the forest, at least in this area, he didn't have to worry about anyone spotting him, that and property damage would be kept to a minimum. "Why did I smell cookies?" Lincoln asked aloud, having picked up the scent of the very same treats that's sold by those Blue Bell scouts that he loved so much. "I couldn't be that close to their grounds, could I?"
He never got the chance to think more on it as he suddenly found himself at a rather peculiar part of the woods that he wasn't sure had been founded by anyone else for a long time given the green moss that's been growing. In front of him was what seemed like a dead end but he couldn't help but take special note of the physical structure, it looked like some kind of tall building, but it was covered on so many vines and moss, it could hardly be recognized as suchm showing that it must've been here for years. Amazing that it's been here for what he could tell years or so and no one had founded it until now, makes you wonder what else is hidden in this town.
"They're in there." Lincoln concluded, the presence of demons being inside this structure was as clear as day.
The white haired boy placed his hands on the apparent walls of the structure and looked to see if it had some sort of entrance and he pushed something down which caused the whole place to rumble a little. A hidden door opened up and peeking inside, he saw some kind of endless hallway of darkness which was then lit up by torches to guide anyone who came across the age old structure.
Readying himself for the inevitable fights that would take place inside, Lincoln went in. "Now, let's see if there's anything worthwhile inside.
"We gotta go find him."
"Give him time, little girl."
"Morrison, there are more police now!"
Kat and Morrison had been waiting for Lincoln's return after going into the cave to take care of any demons inside. So far, the kid has been keeping them waiting for a while, and concern instantly grew to the young woman once they saw a small figure flying through the forest followed suit by what was obviously a demon that was in the cave. To make matters even more complicated, more cops showed, even a squad of S.W.A.T members to investigate all the commotion. So needless to say, now would be the perfect time to track their young friend down and get the hell out of there before they're spotted by any of them.
Sighing, Morrison attempted to ease his charge's concerns which while they were validated, it wasn't exactly necessary. "Back in my younger years, it took cops days before they managed to catch up to me and besides, kid probably took care of that thing, if I'm not one it was one of those Heralds of that god of wilderness or something. I mean, he's no pushover, but not that big a threat to get a Devil Arm out of it."
"How are so calm about this?" Kat pressed him on. "I won't disagree that Lincoln does have skill in a fight against demons, but he's still just and 11 year old boy for god's sakes. Which reminds me of something else, why haven't we gotten him back to his family yet? You've seen all those fliers, they're worried sick about him."
"You don't think I haven't picked up on that?" Morrison retorted, taking his cigarette out of his mouth. "But in case you didn't notice it, going back home might not be the first thing on his mind."
That made Kat curious. "What do you mean?"
Although it really wasn't his business to delve on the boy's private affairs, Morrison couldn't help but notice some signs that imply of something very serious might have happened with Rita, Lynn, and their daughters. "Tell me, you have seen how a little pissed off he gets whenever his family is mentioned, right? As for those fliers, you didn't hear it from me, but I've been seeing him tear them off and throwing them in the trash. Hell, at one point, I saw him nearly draw one of his guns at those posters. Now, I'm only going on a limb, here but I think something pretty deep went down and I'm only guessing, but it must've made him run away. How else do you explain him being all alone that night when we found him?"
Now that she thought about it, Kat had to admit that he did make a good point there. She had just assumed that Lincoln got lost or something, and it would explain Morrison's decision for the boy to live with the two of them while his own family weren't that far away from them, seriously, they could just drop by just like that but he never asked them to. If her young friend did run away from home, there must've been some problems at home and she knows too well what that's like. "What do you think between them?"
"I have no fucking clue." Morrison shrugged his shoulders. "It's not really our business, and I don't think it's even the right time for him to return to them, especially with all that he's learned so far. Best to just roll with it and if I've learned anything in my life, it's not to press people on family affairs, those are the worst kind." he opened a window to throw out his cigarette and took out a new one.
"You know those will kill you one day."
"Ha! As if I'm ever that lucky."
These hallways seemed to go on forever.
Something that was really beginning to become tiresome.
'Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, BORED!' Lincoln mentally screamed as he continued walking through the hallway, about 3 minutes in and he's tempted to just shoot a wall just for the hell of it. There was still a demonic presence in the air and they must've been stalking him which was annoying on so many levels, not to mention just plain rude at the same time, maybe he should go ahead and call Kat and Morrison to tell them to pick him up and go home, looks like those Herald guys were all the excitement he needed for the night. However, he heard a distinct sound coming from nearby and looked to see almost nothing but from the shadows, something pounced and pinned the boy to the ground.
Looking up, he saw that it was a living shadow that resembled a big feline and roared right at the white haired boy's face, prompting him to push it off of him with great strength. "Bad kitty." he glared, drawing out Ivory and aiming it at the Shadow. Its form seemed tp dispel a little do the onslaught of bullets being fired at it.
Seeing this, Lincoln placed his firearms into their holsters and drew Rebellion where he proceeded to jab the blade against it multiple times before swinging two powerful swipes and then charged the sword up with energy before slashing it across the Shadow, making it fade from existence. But more Shadows were revealed and circled around the boy of ash hair like he was their prey, but in this instance, the roles were reversed. Lincoln placed his sword on his back and jumped up with his guns hand and tuned upside down and spun around, pouring down a barrage of bullets. Most of the shadows began fading, being weakened by this boy's assault.
It didn't take long for him to see his chance and used Rebellion to slash them into nothing, so by weakening their shadowy forms enough to strike them with killing blows. And since they were in weakened states, he was free to use Rebellion and do away with all of them swiftly, leaving nothing in his wake, though it was still quite boring compared to past demon fights. "Is that all? Cliff put up more of a fight when we had to give him a bath."
'Impressive display, boy.'
Hearing a voice in his head made Lincoln aim his guns. "Who the hell?"
'Pardon my intrusion, but I noticed you trespassing in my domain, and given you are assumingly the only being for miles, I assume you were the one who did away with the Heralds. Not an easy task, though they were higher than lesser demons, they were still nothing but insects compared to me.'
Guy seems so sure of himself, sort of reminds him of Lynn or Lola. "If you're so strong, why not just show yourself and prove it already? Hopefully, you'll put up more of a fight than those pets of yours."
'Truth be told, I am tempted to best you in combat, however my physical form has been rendered useless and I, the once free Ifrit, am cursed to stay in this stronghold as this.'
A bright light of fire was then seen, and was approaching closer to where the boy was and he was ready for whatever demon was looking to pick a fight with him, but then became confused when a demon didn't show, but instead they were a pair of gauntlets, they were orange and red in color with the wrist and forearm guards being spiked dragon heads and metal plated gloves that came out of the mouth. Before Lincoln could blink, the gauntlets suddenly latched onto both of his arms, he grunted as they controlled his arms and started pulling them out. "The fuck are you doing?!"
'A test, child. If I were in my physical form, I would test you in one-on-one combat, but due to my regressed state as a Devil Arm, the only other alternative is to test your conviction, if you manage to resist my control of your appendages, you will have proven your strength and my power will be yours to command, thus aiding you in combat. Now, let the test begin.'
Ifrit began pulling on Lincoln's arms as he gritted his teeth, the sheer strength of these things were so strong that it felt like they were gonna tear his arms off his body and healing factor or not, there was no guarantee that he could survive such a thing. But he remembered that all this was to test his own fortitude and will to survive so he focused hard on one thing, of being able to pull his arms away from Ifrit's control and amazingly, it was starting to work and he regained control of his arms, then the gauntlets were set ablaze. Lincoln gasped as he felt a sudden rush of power course through his body as the gauntlets burned brighter, the sheer feeling of this sort of power was amazing, he felt like he could take on a whole army of demons. "Sweet." he said in approval.
'Hmm, surprising, I was certain that you would've failed. But then again, I shouldn't be so surprised, given your familial ties. With this, the power of Ifrit is yours, I'd tell you to use it wisely, but I have no doubt you'd be quite impulsive with this power. Oh and speak of the devil, here's your chance."
Even more Shadows appeared before Lincoln, and were intent on avenging their fallen comrades but they weren't there to see their prey gain a new level of power that will soon prove to be beneficial to him. As they lunged straight at him, his gauntlets ignited into flames and punched two of them, extinguishing the Shadows in the process. His feet were in fire but they didn't hurt them and with two strikes, kicked another one into nothing and with strong focus, Lincoln jumped up and dashed across the Shadows, extinguishing them all. He grabbed one by the throat and threw it high into the air where he followed suit and repeatedly punched it before slamming it down in the ground. He then infused the demonic flames of Ifrit with his sword and in one swing, Rebellion was able to decimate them all.
With all the demons obliterated, Lincoln took a minute to admire his new weapons. "Hmm, I could get used to this." he might need to know what a Devil Arm is, who knows? There might be more out there, and seeing as that may have been the last of the demons that swarmed the place, now might be a good time to call it a night. With a tired yawn, Lincoln proceeded to find the way back out and go back to Morrison and Kate so that they can all go home and be prepared for the next demon brawl.
As he walked, he stopped and felt another presence. It was akin to when feels a demon nearby, but this one was peculiar, it wasn't as potent as most demons and even more perplexing was that it felt familiar for some reason, almost like he was next to one of his sisters or parents, but that was just ridiculous, Lucy and Lola were scary but they were hardly demonic in origin, no matter how much the former wished it to be so. Guess all that fighting was making him feel a bit winded, he might need that rest more than he realized.
"Leaving already." the other presence was his look-alike with the Katana Devil Arm who had continued to stalk him with no intention of revealing himself just yet, at least not until his look alike left the area. "Poor brother, if you had any sense, you'd stick around. This relic from the past has more treasures than just one Devil Arm, and I intend to find it." But not in this age old place, no, there were more of its kind in these very woods and with Lincoln gone, he was free to act without hiding as he ventured further into the place.
After getting through the way he came in, Lincoln snuck past the policeman that were investigating the unnatural occurrences that were happening in the woods and saw the result of the actions made by him and the demons he personally fought against. "Damn, and here I thought the house was a warzone after a sibling fight." That couldn't have been more true, too bad he didn't have this badass abilities sooner, it would've made being the only boy in a family where he's the outnumbered sibling so much easier. But enough reminiscing, now was the time to call it in for the night and also maybe show off his new piece of weaponry he picked out from the fortress.
The car was just up ahead and his two allies were waiting patiently for his return and the older of the two was the first to notice. "Well, look who took his sweet time getting back, I take it you got your fun?"
"More or less." Lincoln shrugged, but then smirked. "But I did pick up a little something along the way, though it was one big hassle getting it, especially with all the hard work I had to do in order to get it at all." he rubbed his arms a bit, still a little sore from how Ifrit nearly tore them from their place in his body but he was slowly healing.
Nonetheless, Kat became a worrywart again. "So you ran into trouble again, I take it." she shook her head in exasperation. Though, at this point, she shouldn't be so surprised. "What am I saying? Of course you did, and I'll bet in the process, you were nearly killed but didn't even think of retreating back to the car."
A bashful scratch of the hair and a careless shrug of the shoulders by the ash-haired boy was all the answer she needed. "What can I say? If I start something, I intend to finish it, you should know that by now, Kat." Lincoln went to the backseat of Morrison's car and they all left the area before the remaining police could have a chance to spot them. As they drove, the boy stared up at the stars of the night sky, he had to admit, that was way more intense than the last demon fight he's had and as much as he didn't want to admit it, he was scared that he'd fail against Ifrit. Hell, this whole mess is freaking scary enough, what with demons gunning for him for whatever reason. Part of him often wonders why this is all happening to him alone, it wasn't so long ago that he was like any other kid in the world, save for being part of a big family of 13 and yet, even that seemed normal compared to his new role in life.
Then, there was that presence he felt.
It was so weird, but it felt so familiar to him, almost like someone from the Louds were there but there was some demonic essence mixed in as well, another more interesting thing to note was how it felt like there were two of him in the same place, either he really needs some rest after tonight, or perhaps he really was starting to go crazy. Arriving back at the house, the three of them exited and went inside and to the living room where Morrison took a seat on the couch. "Okay kid, you find anything worthwhile in the woods?"
"Well this is gonna sound crazy, but there was this huge place in the forest that was really ancient and demons were like living inside it, almost like it was their home." the boy told them, causing the elder to rub his chin in thought as re had an idea on what he found.
"Sounds to me like you found a castle fortress." Morrison surmised. "Back when demons had more free reign over the world, the more higher class of them had humans built them their own personal little, I guess you could call them, settlements on the human world, a hell away from hell if you want to be formal. Since they were sealed away, those places were either demolished or just rotted away with the times, and you're saying one of those is somewhere here all of places?" he shook his head. "What are the odds? Anyway, you were saying you found something?"
"Technically, it found me." Lincoln decided to show them what he means by focusing hard in his arms and in an instant, the flame gauntlets of Ifrit appeared surprising both Kat and Morrison. "Apparently, these things are a demon called Ifrit and I sorta earned the right to use them, so since you guys are demon experts, think you could clear some things for me?"
Kar raised a hand to her mouth. "Oh my god, no way..." she breathed, such a thing was something was something she's heard of but to see it up close was a whole different thing.
Even Morrison, who was known for being quite composed nearly fell off his seat once he got a good look at the new weapon the boy had claimed for himself, from what he could gather. "I'll be damned. Kid, you actually went and earned yourself a Devil Arm."
"Devil Arm." Lincoln repeated in an inquisitive manner. "That's what Ifirt said before, what are they, exactly?"
"Very powerful piece of demonic nature, that's for damn sure." Morrison answered, beginning to describe the importance of such an object. "You see, Devil Arms are basically the manifestation of a defeated demon's soul or power. It's really hard to come by crazy-ass shit like that, mainly since as far as I know, there are two ways. In your case, one must find a Devil Arm that's already been manifested and the soul of that demon will attempt to kill you and if by some miracle, you manage to survive, then that power will be yours. As for the second, you fight the demon head to head and by beating it in combat, the demon will offer its assistance by becoming one and you're golden. Hell, a demon doesn't even have to die, they can just make weapons that hold their power."
'Huh, guess that explains the arm pulling.' the kid thought, starting to see what that was about. "So, by killing or surviving a demon, I can get a new weapon like this, is that right?" he slowly grinned, looking to Ifrit as it disappeared from his arms. "Cool."
Morrison nodded in agreement. "Yeah, pretty badass, isn't it? But I like I said, the chances of you getting one are pretty big, so I wouldn't be too antsy to go on shopping spree for Devil Arms. At any rate, you sure can't get one without getting some rest, so hightail it buster, you'll have plenty of time tomorrow." with that three went to their separate rooms and prepared for some sleep.
With his brother gone, the Lincoln look-alike was free to move about as he pleased, not bothering to hide himself from the other one or be some other face a crowd of ignorant peons who were unaware of what was hiding under their noses, it was quite refreshing in a way, to be free and not pretend to be like everyone else in this broken world. No, exploring the confides of an ancient castle that housed demons in many years past felt so much more rewarding to him. Lincoln was stupid to leave after gaining only one Devil Arm, this only shows how he has yet to realize his connection to the very demons that hunt him down relentlessly, he may have the skill to fight them off, but in the look-alike's point of view, it was better to also know more about the reason why they're so keen on ending his life.
For him, it's all he's ever known and wished that his brother could've grown up with him, but they had the gall to separate the two of them and keep him a secret for all these years. Maybe in time Lincoln will come to know the truth and whatever happens, let it be known that should their be dire consequences, it'll be on the hands of the people he regrettably calls father and mother. "Focus." he admonished himself for letting petty hard feelings fill his very being while he was here. "Enemies will tear me asunder if I show weakness."
Plus, he really wanted to get some kickass gear like his brother did.
Ifrit was only one of two demons who were housed in this age-old castle, unlike him, this one was free to run its natural physical form rather than being a sentient weapon to gain so easily. In his youth, the look-alike had read up on places like these and studied the structure right down to the last brick that it was comprised of and eventually, the boy found an impressively large door with strange markings. "The gate that leads to the master of the Heralds." he translated, this was his destination.
Opening the gate, the boy looked around to see an sign of his quarry, but then more Shadows appeared before him but he kept a stoic gaze as these insignificant creatures moved towards him. One immediately jumped up and tried to pin the boy, but right before its eyes, the boy disappeared and it felt a slash against its body, making it disappear and the boy suddenly appeared in far-off corner with his katana blade drawn, this action made the other Shadows attack him as one united force. But the boy backflipped over them while delivering a series of numerous slashes with his sword which was too fast for anyone to keep track of.
As all the shadows all disappeared, the boy was ready to sheath his weapon, but then he barely dodged a blast of yellow energy and up on the sky were demons that resembled killer wasps with stinger limbs and poisonous thorns and four wings, these were Beex.
"Filthy insects." the boy scowled lightly, he threw the scabbard with great force which plunged straight through one, spilling its insides all over the place and it was lodged into a wall. "Prepare to feel my wrath." his voice was indifferent, but it was masking the hidden malice that he was radiating off, it was quite frightening. Focusing all his power, he summoned multiple swords made out of blue energy that he controlled, as he sliced with his physical blade, these ones shot all around, with 4 of them stabbing one Beex through its sides and a trio of them spinning in motion where another accidentally flew straight through, being sliced into itty bits, with yellow blood staining the floor.
As for the boy, he dashed at high speeds while swinging his blade skillfully, multiple blinding slashes cut all of them into several dismembered pieces and moved from place to place, the boy the boy threw his sword straight at multiple Beex that were all lined up just for him and the weapon travelled right next to its scabbard in the wall. All the demons that dared to cross his path were all nothing more but severed mass that fell to his swift strikes and he walked calmly over to remove his sword and the scabbard from the wall. Smoothly, he placed the katana back inside the scabbard and as he finished, he took one hand and travelled it up his sleeked up hair with a deep breath.
"Your pets are disposed of." he called out. "If you thought, lesser beings such as those were enough to kill me, then you were depressingly mistaken on many counts, I assume you must be afraid of sullying your hands with the blood of your enemies."
With that little jab, a loud voice bellowed.
"AFRAID?!"
Large steps were heard that were coming from a large entrance, but nevertheless, the boy in the blue coat stood his ground as the demons made itself known, it was towering, stood on four legs with a scale complexion all over its body, the head had a massive jawline where fangs grew from and had three eyes with a triple-horned head as well and large feathery wings on its back. "I take it that you are the higher class demon that dwells within this establishment."
"Indeed I am, filth! For I am Actaeon, master of this castle, I felt the presence of intruders in my dwelling and sent many of my underlings to take care of the problem, and yet, they failed miserably. To make it worse, Ifrit was taken and I had plans to use his power to regain control over what the pitiful humans call Royal Woods, but then, I felt the lives of my three heralds being snuffed out and from your scent, I can tell that it was you who did the unspeakable crime! I should expect no thing less from someone who comes from the bloodline of that damn traitor!"
"As much I was to take credit, I'm afraid that particular honor falls to someone else that's not me." the boy crossed his arms. "Though I do have intentions on taking advantage on what your castle can offer me, to be specific; you."
"You dare?! Trespassing and accusing myself as being afraid of a weakling like you are bad enough, but you seek to use me for whatever goals you have in mind?! I can't fathom which fuels you more, child, a sense of suicide or common insanity, you stand before one who has slain many a warrior in the past, what sets you, a mere weakling, apart from the-GAH!"
During his little monologue, the boy had taken a chance to blindside him by slashing his cheek, leaving behind a deep gash. "Apologies, but I have more pressing matters to handle than your incessant ramblings, and since you're so confident in your abilities, why not prove it? against me? And to make things more interesting." focusing hard, the boy called on certain weaponry, grey gauntlets and greaves appeared on his arms and legs which were animalistic in design and resembled that of a wolf. "Oh and for future reference, you may call me Vergil, 'boy' is a bit insulting."
Actaeon gasped in surprise, sensing the presence of a familiar demon. "That Devil Arm...! It can't be...Beowulf?! How is that someone like you managed to best him in combat and make him into a weapon?!"
"You refer to these trinkets?" Vergil lazily gazed at his weapons. "Just some exceptional tools I picked up during my many travels, the fool tried to kill me and I made him regret that little mistake, now he is nothing more than my personal objects of great power, and you shall join him!" with a shout, Vergil shot straight up at its face and sent a solid punch that was enhanced by the Devil Arm which struck Actaeon across the room. In a dash, he pared over him and shot down with his legs striking the back, making a cracking noise. "Hmph, disappointing." Grabbing a hold of the demon, he lifted him up and threw him over which made it crash through the castle. "Tell me, is this the extent of your abilities, if so, then this will be over shortly."
Growling ever so deeply, Actaeon got up from his spot. "You little bastard, I will make your death last centuries before I allow your soul to pass on!" the demon flew straight at him, and unleashed a roar that manipulated the air around them that swept Vergil off his feat but he managed to hang on to a support beam. But then, the demon stomped on the ground to make the ground shake, making Vergil fall and see as his enemy opened up a small sinkhole but Vergil steered to right and landed safely on the ground, and had to run if he was to avoid the barrage of meteors that Actaeon was shooting from his mouth.
'So, it seems he has some bite to his bark, but it won't do him any good. It is time, Yamato.' brandishing his sword, the Yamato, he summoned even more energy swords and they stabbed through the chest, head, legs, and wings of Actaeon, and closed his eyes as he focused hard. The demon watched as blue veins appeared across his body and his right arm seemed to illuminate and bleu electricity surrounded Vergil, with a mighty, roar, Vergil was enveloped a light that blinded Actaeon. Next thing the demon knew, it felt the blade of Yamato slicing apart his wings with great force then its blood was spilled all over, causing him to scream out in pain as various slash marks were all over his body. Not being able to bear the pain, Actaeon collapsed on the floor and its one single good eye opened to see a silhouetted figure, it was much taller than Vergil from what he could perceive, and he could tell that its appearance seemed more demon-like and wielded the katana in his right hand which was glowing blue but then with one blink, Vergil stood in its place. "You lose."
"No...not possible..." fading into a light, what used to be Actaeon manifested into a Devil Arm, which was a uniquely designed bow with the ends resembling beast heads and a quiver of special bows.
Picking them up, Vergil placed the quiver on his back and used one arrow to take aim with the bow, pulling it back, the bow charged with demonic energy and shot it forward which then exploded into a spirt form of Actaeon that flew through the wall of the castle, obliterating it completely. "Impressive." Vergil noted with interest.
Another new power for him.
Since that was the only demon left in this castle, Vergil went outside and made it out of the woods but didn't notice a certain family van that drove by, or the cap-wearing tomboy in overalls that caught a glance whose eyes were widened and her voiced hushed. "L-Lincoln...?"
Hope you liked the original Devil Arm I gave Vergil.