Now Vergil's hunt begins. I don't get what he has with power so why not give it to him and see what his reaction will be when he finally gets what he desires ever since his mother's death. Also, a shady organization has taken an interest to Vergil's prowess. What will Vergil do when this organization comes for him? Slice them to bits of course! With Elsa back at Arendelle, Vergil goes back to being the cold-hearted asshole he is. Read and Review!
Chapter Seven – The Hunt
"I love you too, Vergil."
Vergil continued to walk further and further away from Arendelle. Though it was hard for him to leave his Elsa, it must be done. On the outside, he was cold but on the inside, he was torn. Torn between going home to Elsa or to find that which he has searched for so long.
He stopped in his tracks and let out a silent sigh and turned back to Arendelle. Vergil was already far away from Arendelle and it was still only early noon. "Forgive me Elsa, but this is the only way to protect you." Vergil said and then turned back to his previous course.
Knowing that affections will only get in the way, Vergil closed his eyes and temporarily locked what he felt for Elsa deep inside him. When he opened his eyes, the new life he had acquired during his stay in Arendelle, the peace he experienced there, and the love that he held for Elsa, was gone. Only darkness and ice remained. Having purged himself of those feelings, he travelled northward to the supposed wizard who could grant him his desire for power.
'Now, let us see what kind of power this world has to offer me.' Vergil thought as he trekked to his desired destination. Unknown to him, he was being observed by two men from the shadows.
"This is the man who took down the elite guard of the Southern Isles? We should kill him now and be done with it." The man said as he held the hilt of his sword, ready to kill Vergil. As he made his way towards the Dark Slayer, he was held back by his companion.
"No, you fool! We can't risk it. Do you know how easily he defeated them, how they fell one by one?" The other asked and that made the man retreat while glaring at Vergil. "And besides, the master wants to know if he's worthy."
"Okay, fine. Let's go." They snapped from their cover and began to follow Vergil.
Vergil sensed that he was being followed but paid no mind to it. If they wanted to die, they will just have to attack him and die they will. With his hypersensitive senses, Vergil could hear their miserably muffled footsteps. 'Foolish humans, they have no skill in combat.' He growled as he ventured further away from Arendelle.
Vergil stopped in his tracks, feeling a little annoyed with the following and observing from the two. He turned around and scanned the surrounding area with his sharpened eyes and utilizing his demon senses.
The two men who were following Vergil observed him from a tree where they hid. They were bewildered that Vergil just stood there and then turned around to search for them.
"Did he just hear us?" The man asked at his companion who just stared at Vergil in surprise.
"I do not know. I am sure we kept at a safe distance and made no sound to alert him. If he sensed us coming, he is more of a challenge than we anticipated." The other said as he looked at Vergil with a critical eye. 'How did he know that we were following him?"
Then, without warning, they saw Vergil glare their way and smirked. They were shocked that Vergil had sensed them but when he looked at them, they were beyond shocked.
"Show yourself. If you wish to live." Vergil said menacingly as he continued to coldly glare at the two men who were hiding in the tree. 'A foolish move to follow me. A mistake that you will regret.'
Then the two jumped down the tree and positioned themselves into their fighting stances. Vergil however was unimpressed with their little display of fighting ability. 'This is a disgrace. To me and my prowess.' Vergil thought, as he stood there uncaring. If they attacked him, he would just slice them in half.
"If you value your lives, you will leave me." Vergil declared in his all too familiar cold tone while he looked at them with disgust and disinterest.
"If you value your life, you will come with us." The man clad in a black suit quite like a ninja's attire shot back. Vergil almost laughed at this human's threat at him. Han's was a fool to challenge his might but this insignificant human is an even bigger fool to threaten a very powerful devil.
"Adh-Dhikh, please, let me handle this. We are not even a match for him and you know it." The other said. 'This one is certainly smarter than the other.' Vergil said to himself but he still thought that they were still a nuisance and he did not tolerate nuisances.
The one called Adh-Dhikh stepped back, still glaring at Vergil. Vergil took notice of this and shot him with his signature cold stares and Vergil saw him tense up at his gaze.
"I apologize for my partner's behavior; my name is Al-Ghurab. We were sent by our master to observe you after you after we heard you singlehandedly defeated the elite guards of the Southern Isles." Al-Ghurab said still in his fighting stance.
Vergil had no time for this. He had an appointment with a wizard that could give him power and if not, he will just take it. These fools were already slowing him down as it is. "Hmph, now leave." With that, Vergil turned around and went on his way leaving the two in a state of relief.
"We should go after him, Al." Adh-Dhikh suggested as he prepared to take off after Vergil.
"No, we have what we need. The Master will be pleased with this new information about him." Al-Ghurab said and begrudgingly Adh-Dhikh nodded. They disappeared into a portal to wherever their master was.
Vergil sensed that he was no longer being followed and continued on his way. A shame really, he was counting on some more blood to spill for Yamato, he wanted to test himself with live meat but they didn't attack him. 'A wise decision to make.'
Once he was out of Arendelle's territory, he looked back at the place he called his home. It was a stoic difference between the lush green forest on one side and the snow-covered forests of Arendelle.
With a heavy sigh, Vergil went on with his quest with renewed vigor. He was determined to get more powerful whatever the cost. 'This wizard better be worth it or I'll make him suffer that even Mundus will never do.' He mentally growled. If this human did not have what he so desired then God help him if Vergil decided to make him suffer.
It has been a three days ever since he left Arendelle and left Elsa. Vergil was still walking towards his goal when he saw a small town in the horizon. Looking down at himself, he scowled at what he saw: his coat was stained with sweat, his boots were covered in mud, his trousers were dirty and his vest had specks of mud on them. 'I cannot continue like this. I must find a place to stay for the night.' Vergil growled and went to the small town.
When he entered the town, everyone looked at him with a critical eye. The people were weary of this young man with a sword in his grip and a cold stare in his eyes. 'Who is this boy?', 'What does he want?', 'What is his business doing here?' They all thought as they glared at Vergil.
He, however, paid no attention to this. He would just find a small inn or bar from where his clothes will be cleaned and maybe get some sleep. Vergil was walking for three days straight and even though his demonic stamina and endurance was near limitless, he still savored the sleep he gets.
As Vergil searched for a place to stay, he found a little bar and from the looks of it, it had sleeping quarters. Seeing as this was the only place he could stay, he entered the establishment and instantly regretted it.
What he found was absolutely repulsive in his eyes: harlots flirting with drunken men and slipping their repugnant hands up their skirts and bras and hearing them moan, and on top of that, he could hear groans and screams from the rooms above. Vergil just walked into a brothel. 'Why in the name of hell did I go here?' Vergil growled angrily and considered going back out to find somewhere else but he saw it was already nightfall. Seeing as this was the only place left, he slowly trudged towards the bar.
As he made his way to the bar, the women were eyeing him up and down with lustful stares. They haven't seen a man well-built as this one and they could have some fun with him.
Vergil sensed the all too familiar stares of lust coming his way and was instantly enraged. He already had a woman and will not betray his word to her. His devil agreed with what he thought; unlike his brother, Dante who jump just about any woman he comes across, Vergil was more of a meticulous type when it came to women and he found his take.
When he got to the bar, he called the bartender's attention. "I would like to rent a room." Vergil said, trying to control his coldness and rage. A feat that is not easily accomplished considering he was already in a bad mood.
The bartender turned around and looked at Vergil. "All right, but you gotta take a girl with ya' if ya' wanna room to stay." The bartender said and each and every harlot present perked up at the prospect of sleeping with this young man.
Vergil, however, was not at all pleased with this. He had a long day and wanted to rest and this idiot is hindering him of his rest and what's more, telling him to sleep with these worthless women. He may be a demon, a cold-blooded murderer, a man who committed gruesome atrocities but he was still a man of honor and will not sleep with these whores.
"No, I will not take any of these women with me. I suggest you give me my room now before you suffer the consequences." Vergil growled menacingly only for those in the bar to laugh at him, more to add to his irritation.
"Now, now boy, I suggest you get pickin' if you want to sleep here or would you rather be thrown out." The bartender said smugly and snapped his finger and appeared two very large, very muscular men who were cracking their knuckles.
Vergil was now very angry with these weak humans, they underestimate him, underestimate his power, underestimate his devil and that is one fatal mistake when dealing with him. Without warning, he grabbed the two muscled men by their necks and threw them through the wall. Everyone looked at Vergil with shock and fear as he turned slowly at the bartender who was staring wide-eyed at the hole that his men went through and stared at Vergil who had a cold stare on his face and immediately dug through the rack of keys and gave it to him.
"I'm s-sorry to keep you w-waiting, s-sir. H-here's your room key, I-I hope you e-enjoy your stay here." The man stuttered in fear of Vergil.
Vergil was still glaring at him before he asked a question. "Before I go and you better answer this one correctly, where can I find the Black Wizard Orius?" As soon as Vergil said those words, everyone, including the bartender shuddered in fear at the mention of the Black Wizard.
"Y-you're looking for Orius?" The bartender asked in disbelief while Vergil continued to glare at him. The bartender gulped loudly at what this young man's response was.
"You can find Orius in the Dark Mountains. That's where you can find him but be warned, it is littered with deathtraps and nightmarish creatures." Someone spoke from the crowd. Vergil turned around to see an old man hunched over a table.
"Who are you?" Vergil asked with his stature regal and intimidating.
"No, the question is, why are you after Orius?" The old man asked as he stood up and walked towards Vergil.
"He has something that I want." Vergil replied as they stared each other down. The old man had guts to stand in his way but Vergil didn't quite appreciate this turn of events.
"And what would that be?" The old man asked as he stared into Vergil's cold eyes.
"Power." Vergil simply said and left for his room. This old man was wearing on his already strained nerves and temper. He didn't want to kill tonight, but if this human doesn't stop talking then there will be blood that will be spilt tonight.
"And what makes you certain that you will even have a chance against him?" The old man challenged Vergil and in a flash of light Vergil had him up in the air, his eyes, glowing a menacing dark blue in color.
"I suggest you stop your questioning if you wish to live longer." Vergil snarled his voice bore the sound of his devil that made everyone in the room back away and scream. Vergil threw the old man he was holding to the ground and glowed with his demonic energy. When the old man looked up at Vergil, he saw a dark figure with glowing dark blue eyes surrounded by a blue aura and could literally feel the power emanating from Vergil. So much so, that he felt fear course through him.
Vergil had had enough of these petty humans. He was reminded of why he despised them so very much: because they were an annoyance to him. He was very close to triggering and unsheathing Yamato, so very close but stopped dead short. 'Humans will be humans, no more and far less.' He thought as he turned around and went to his room.
The old man stared in shock at the disappearing Vergil. It was clear in his mind that this young man was not human; he was far more powerful and far more dangerous than that.
Two men went to help him up and thanked them; still looking at the stairs that led to the powerful man, they all saw and feared. Only one thought entered his mind to describe him. Only one thing that would be fitting description and title for Vergil. Only one creature could hold that much power.
"A demon…"
Vergil entered his room and immediately scowled at it, the walls were molded over, the floors were cracked, and the bed reeked of sex. Apparently, the rooms here are only used entertainment and not as living quarters. 'This is utterly disgusting. The Fjordmans had far more class and luxury than this pigsty.' Vergil growled mentally and took of his article of clothing, leaving him bare-naked. He used a spell he picked up on his many travels from the past to clean his clothes.
After he did the ward, there was a bright light that encased his garments and when the light dissipated, his clothes were now clean and folded neatly. Choosing to take a shower before he sleeps, he entered the bathroom and was now really regretting staying here. The washroom was covered with muck and stuff that Vergil did not want to know. 'These people have no class whatsoever.' Vergil stated as he carefully cleaned his body to remove all the dirt and sweat that has been collected over the three days.
After washing himself, he put on his clothes and went to sleep on a nearby chair. 'At least this chair is comfortable and clean.' Vergil thought as he let himself be taken into a dreamless sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Somewhere in a Secret Base~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Al-Ghurab and Adh-Dhikh bowed before a dark figure that was seated on an elaborately designed throne.
"You bring news of the one named Vergil." The man said in an intimidating voice. What he said was not a question, more like a demand.
"Yes master, we bring new information about him that is most interesting." Al-Ghurab said, still bowing before his master as did Adh-Dhikh
"You have my permission to speak." The figure said and motioned for the two to stand.
"Master, the one called Vergil has displayed heightened senses. He sensed that we were following him even from a safe distance and I suspect he was already aware of him being observed." Al-Ghurab explained his findings to his master that appeared to be more interested in the one named Vergil.
"Yes master and he showed that he cared little that he was facing members of the Creed of Shadows. It was almost as if he was unimpressed." Adh-Dhikh said as he stood and faced his master.
Their master was now interested on who this Vergil is and stood from his throne. Al-Ghurab and Adh-Dhikh promptly bowed down in respect to his authority.
The one they called master stepped down the stairs and walked to the window with his arms behind this back. This Vergil stirred his interest. He defeated the elite guards as if they were mere children playing to be men.
The elite guards were former members of the Creed and were trained in the most grueling and torturous ways possible. For one to be able to defeat and kill at least one member of the Creed, former or not, was unheard of until today. The young man not only defeated one, but killed and defeated fifteen of them and from the information he'd receive, Vergil did not even fought seriously.
Upon hearing, that Vergil had unimaginable fighting skills and a cold-heart, the master began to wonder if this Vergil would be his equal or superior in battle and thus be a valuable tool in his Creed.
"I want you to find out where he is and what he is truly capable of. Do not be seen by him, if these reports and your assumptions are correct, he will not be so merciful towards you." The master commanded and the two bowed their heads in acknowledgement of their new assignment.
"It will be done, my lord." Al-Ghurab and Adh-Dhikh responded without question.
"Now go." He said in a dismissive tone and the two disappeared in a puff of smoke leaving their master lost in his thoughts about the being, Vergil.
"We shall see if you are truly worthy to be one of us, Vergil." He said with a sadistic smirk and sat down at his throne, contemplating on the next assassination attempt.
Outside the base, Al-Ghurab and Adh-Dhikh appeared in a puff of smoke. "So where do we find him?" Adh-Dhikh asked A;-Ghurab who had a look of certainty in his eyes.
"There is only one place of interest of someone like him will go to in that direction." Al-Ghurab said as he looked over to his partner who looked confused at what he was saying.
"The Dark Mountains." Adh-Dhikh stiffened at the name of it.
"You mean he's going after the Black Wizard Orius? That's suicide." Adh-Dhikh exclaimed and Al-Ghurab just turned to look in the opposite direction.
"Doesn't matter now, we have a mission to complete and complete it we shall." Al-Ghurab said as he prepared to summon a portal to get them to the village just outside the Dark Mountains.
"This Vergil character is going to get himself and, more importantly, us killed." Adh-Dhikh said as they jumped into the portal to the town of Aria.
Vergil woke from his dreamless slumber and rose from the chair he slept on. Although the chair was indeed comfortable, he still felt stiffness in his back. Vergil bent backwards and heard a satisfying and relieving pop from his indestructible bones.
Deciding that he would have breakfast at another establishment than this pigsty, he grabbed his sword and walked out of the room. When he reached the bar, he went up to the bartender and handed him the keys and his payment. Even if Vergil did not like the treatment and accommodations here, he was still going to pay for he did not want things for free.
Vergil left that pigsty of a bar and began to search for a suitable place to eat. 'Good riddance.' He thought darkly as he went to the restaurant. Once he entered, Vergil's nostrils were attacked with aromas of different kinds of food: pancakes, sausages, ice cream and his favorite flavor blueberry. He instantly remembered Arendelle because of the smell because it reminiscent to the dining area of the Fjordman Inn.
He entered the quiet restaurant and took a seat by the windows. The people present were still afraid of what they saw last night and wisely stuck to their own business. "May I take your order sir?" A waiter asked to Vergil who gave him a sideways glance.
"Just some breakfast." Vergil said and the man nodded.
"Anything in particular sir?" The waiter asked and Vergil began to think of a breakfast of his preference.
"Sausages with a side of scrambled eggs and blueberry muffins, some tea will be much needed." Vergil placed his order and the waiter went off to get his breakfast.
Then out of the corner of Vergil's eye, he saw the Dark Mountains. The mountains were surrounded by thunderclouds and was drenched in eternal darkness. Any other being would cower in fear of such a sight but not Vergil. He merely scoffed at this, he faced hell and came back from the dead so this pitiful view did not frighten him one bit.
"Here you are sir. Enjoy your breakfast." The waiter said as he laid down Vergil's breakfast. Vergil said his thanks to the waiter and sniffed his food. The aroma was captivating that his devil let out a purr of delight. Vergil began to eat his breakfast slowly, trying to savor it until the last bite.
After Vergil finished his breakfast, he paid for their services and went on to the place these humans were all scared of – the Dark Mountains, home of Orius, the Black Wizard.
Vergil prepared himself for the journey towards the mountains, he figured it would take no more than five days to reach it by foot, but seeing as he possessed a sword that could cut through dimensions, he would be at his desired destination in an instant.
Vergil walked to the outskirts of the town so no one could see him performing a dimension cut to the Dark Mountains. Satisfied with the distance between himself and anyone in the vicinity, he unsheathed Yamato from its scabbard and swung at the air. At his cut, a rift formed between two places at once. The other side of the slice was at the foot of the mountains and he jumped in and the portal shut.
Unbeknownst to Vergil, he left behind two very shocked and very startled ninjas: Al-Ghurab and Adh-Dhikh.
The two jumped from their hiding place, trying to process what they had just seen. "Did you just see that?" Adh-Dhikh asked at Al-Ghurab who just stared blankly at where the portal used to be.
"He used his sword to open a rift to get him to the Dark Mountains." Al-Ghurab said as he surveyed the area, trying to find out what kind of spell Vergil used.
"You know what this means, right?" Adh-Dhikh asked as he knelt down to grab a patch of dirt from the ground and looked at a nervous Al-Ghurab.
"He is far more powerful than we thought." He said as realization dawned on them that even though Vergil appeared young, he held more power than either one could imagine.
"The master should know about this." Adh-Dhikh said as he got up and threw the dirt he had in his hands to the ground and Al-Ghurab shook his head.
"No, the master ordered us to observe Vergil and find out what he is truly capable of. Right now, he is going after Orius, which will certainly be a test of his abilities." Al-Ghurab said and Adh-Dhikh nodded in agreement. Al-Ghurab summoned a portal to transport them to the foot of the Dark Mountains and continue to observe the powerful Vergil.
When Vergil emerged from the rift, he was at the foot of the mountains. The peaks were jagged, lightning rained down from the clouds, and dozens of skeletons were either impaled or crucified. Vergil just stared coldly at them, he had seen worse and quite frankly, he was unimpressed with this little show.
"I've seen the deepest pits of the Demon world, this is just pathetic." Vergil coldly commented as he ventured deeper into the mountains. As the Dark Slayer went deeper into the Black Wizard's lair, Orius was observing him from afar with the use of his eternal eye pendant.
"So this foolish man thinks he can challenge me, does he? Well my pets, it is time for your long awaited meal to come." Orius said and turned to caged werewolves, demons, and ghouls.
"Do hurry up, sir. My pets are very hungry." Orius laughed maniacally as he put away his pendant and waited patiently for this foolish man to come, that is, if he can survive the traps that littered this mountain.
Vergil walked up to a clearing, his senses heightened to detect even the slightest of movements. In all honesty, he was expecting something to happen by now, traps, ambushes, anything that could alleviate his boredom. He got his wish when the floor gave way and he fell down where he fell.
Orius saw this and sighed. "Yet another fool to fall." He said shaking his head. When he was about to turn around, he heard a chuckle from his view of the clearing. When he turned around he was surprised to see that Vergil was there standing and dusting himself off.
"What a pathetic excuse of a trap." When Vergil fell down, he saw there were spikes at the bottom. He rolled his eyes at this humiliating trap and merely teleported himself back to the ledge.
Orius was truly surprised that this young man had survived the first trap, not one could get past it. "Impressive." Orius commented as he looked on as Vergil began walking closer to the entrance. "Very well, let us see you get past my giant."
Vergil neared the cave entrance. Here it is he was only steps away from his goal. He was only steps away from returning home, to Elsa. As Vergil was about to enter the cave, he stopped when he felt shockwaves coming from behind him. When the shockwaves stopped, he heard heavy breathing and slowly turned around to see a twenty-foot grotesque giant standing before him.
Orius smiled at this though he expected that Vergil to be cowering in fear of this giant, instead he saw Vergil looking at the giant with disgust and annoyance. This surprised Orius even more, anyone who saw a giant would probably run away in terror but this man just stood there with ice in his eyes.
What Vergil saw was truly disgusting. The giant's face was a puss-ridden mess, its eyes, ears and mouth were dripping with puss and blood. It's whole body was obese and could see maggots and worms eating away at its flesh, what's more unnerving is that it was totally nude. Vergil had to look away because this particular giant was a female. Vergil had not seen a woman's entrance before and this; he would not allow to be his first sight.
'This disgusting creature needs to be put out of my misery.' Vergil thought darkly as the giant charged at him. Vergil jumped upwards a good thirty feet, landed behind it, and assumed his combat stance.
While the giant was looking for him, Vergil readied himself for his Judgment Cut. When the giant turned to him, Vergil slashed at the giant and numerous bright blade slashes were slicing the giant to pieces without it even knowing. The giant just stood there as Vergil slowly resheathed Yamato. When they heard the signature cling from Yamato, the giant's arms disease ridden body and flesh fell to pieces.
Blood and intestines was spilt everywhere, there were clean cuts along its body, severing flesh from flesh and bone from bone. Its head was cut in three and brain matter oozed out of the slices. Its torso was slice in half and its vital organs and intestines rolled out into the open. Its legs were severed from its body and butchered into small pieces as well as its arms. All of this for Orius, Al-Ghurab and Adh-Dhikh to see in full detail.
Orius nearly vomited at the sight that was before him. He had done and seen some gruesome things but this goes far beyond anything he himself has done. When he looked at Vergil, he had a smirk on his face so evil that it made Orius a little nervous to face him in combat. "All right my pets, time for dinner." He said, releasing the werewolves and ghouls upon Vergil.
Al-Ghurab and Adh-Dhikh watched from behind a boulder as the giant fell to pieces before them. Needless to say, they were now thanking fate that they stayed out of Vergil's way. After what they saw him do to do beast, they were now doubting their ability to take him on by themselves.
"Did you just see that?" Adh-Dhikh asked a shocked Al-Ghurab.
"Yes…yes I did." Al-Ghurab said slowly while still looking at the carnage that was before them. They then looked at Vergil who had a sadistic smile on his face as if he enjoyed what he did that sent shivers down their spine. The Creed of Shadows has killed an abundance of people all throughout its existence but none were as gruesome and brutal and as quick as what Vergil had done.
"We should stay out of his way from now on. I like my body just the way it is thank you very much." Adh-Dhikh said nervously as Vergil walked into the cave entrance.
"Agreed. We'll gather what we can on Vergil then head back to the master. Vergil is proving himself to be more powerful by the minute." Al-Ghurab said and they followed Vergil inside the cave, they made sure not to attract his attention lest they want to become mince meat like the giant.
"What sort of foolishness is this?" Vergil growled as he was faced with ten werewolves and five ghouls who were blocking his way. Normally, he would take his time in killing them very slowly but he was on a tight schedule and could not afford any more delays.
Vergil held out his hand and beckoned them to come to him. "Come on." He commanded in a low growl and they obeyed. The ten werewolves charged at him and he charged as well. With a battle cry, Vergil performed Rapid Slash at the werewolves and were instantly sliced in half and fell with a sickening gurgle.
Vergil then turned to the ghouls that were clumsily lumbering towards him. Vergil shook his head at these miserable excuses of a challenge. 'I pity the fool who will face me.' Vergil thought to himself and used his Summoned Swords to impale the ghouls through the head. One by one, they fell dead at Vergil's feet.
Vergil let out an annoyed growl, this day cannot go any slower for the Dark Slayer. He had seen all the things this so called wizard threw at him and Vergil was bored beyond belief. 'Even Arkham's pathetic daughter proved to be a suitable challenge for me.' Vergil commented as he made his way deeper into the lair.
Orius was intrigued with this man; he cut down his giant to pieces, sliced his werewolves in two, and used what appeared to be astral swords to eliminate his ghouls.
"An interesting man, this is. I will just have to deal with him, myself." Orius said as he opened the doors that led to his throne room for Vergil to enter and waited patiently for Vergil to make his appearance.
Vergil found a huge door open and saw that there were intricate decorations inside, he assumed that Orius was letting him in. 'Finally, I was beginning to feel extremely bored with all these weaklings.' Vergil thought as he walked slowly towards his prize and only one thing stood in his way.
When Vergil entered the throne room, he saw Orius seated on a throne, smirking at him. Orius was very old from the looks of it, his beard was not long and he wore a black robe with a blood red gem on his forehead. His robe had dragon designs running down his sleeves and sides. His eyes were black with glowing red pupils.
Orius tried to look intimidating in front of Vergil – tried. Vergil was not impressed with this old wizard's display of intimidation he merely glared at him with ice to show Orius that he was not and never was intimidated.
"Welcome, stranger. Welcome to hell." Orius said in a low growl.
"You have no idea. Now I want you to show me a way to gain more power." Vergil said coldly and stared at the caged demons. Vergil recognized them as Hell Prides and glared back at Orius.
Orius took notice of when Vergil looked at the caged demons and smiled evilly at him. "So you know them, did you? They're called Hell Prides, the most powerful creatures I have at my disposal."
Vergil had had enough of this old wizards game, he needed more power and this idiot is just delaying him from taking what is his and that was one thing Vergil did not like at all. "Enough of your games. Show me the way to gain more power, while you still live." Vergil demanded.
Orius merely laughed at Vergil's demand. "I think not once those demons tear you limb from limb." Orius' voice thundered and waved his hands and released six Hell Prides to Vergil.
The Hell Prides sprung from there confines and stared at Vergil, they instantly knew who and what he was and charged at him with blinding speed. "Prepare for your end! Once they are through with you, I will take your little sword and your little Elsa away from you."
At the mention of Elsa being taken away from him, Vergil's anger boiled to their highest point ever. 'He Will Not Take Her From ME!' Vergil thought as his rage reached a completely new level and engulfed by the Hell Prides.
Orius laughed evilly at Vergil's supposed demise but he heard a rumbling coming from the demons. Without warning, there was an explosion of energy that threw him backwards and the Hell Prides disintegrated. When Orius regained his bearing, he looked at where Vergil was and went wide-eyed at what he saw before him.
Vergil had triggered but because of the rage that coursed through him, this new form was far more terrifying and far more powerful. Vergil now stood at eight feet tall and his entire body was coal black in color. He had very sharp bony protrusions on his shoulders, elbows and knees. On his forearms, three shard blades protruded from his armor. His armor was purely dark in color and looked like Sparda's form but his was more animalistic in appearance. Vergil's wing remained the same. His horns sprouted upward that added a menacing appeal to him, but it was his eyes that changed the most. When he first triggered, they were slits glowing with dark blue energy, but now they burned blood red that signified his repressed rage and hatred all those years ago. This new from was surrounded by an aura of dark energy that gave him a presence of evil. All in all, this was Vergil's final form, his Majin Form.
Orius could feel the power that coursed through and it was unbelievable. 'How could he have so much power? This kind of power is unreal.' Orius thought as he stared at the one known only as Vergil stood.
Vergil stood there, rage clouding his rational thinking. What Orius had said drove him beyond his limits and thus caused him to push his powers boundaries. Vergil has now surpassed his brother, father, and even Mundus in power combined. Vergil turned to see Orius staring at him and Vergil gave him a murderous glare because it would be the last thing he will ever see.
"You will suffer." Vergil said to a frightened Black Wizard. His voice has changed dramatically, his human voice was still there but it was distorted and had a growling effect to it.
Vergil walked slowly towards Orius, every step he took the ground burned under his clawed feet. Orius tried to desperately to attack Vergil with lightning attacks but they proved to be nothing to the devil. In a flash, Vergil was right in front of Orius.
Orius looked into the blood red slits of the devil in front of him and felt fear course through him. Vergil lifted him up by the neck and Orius struggled in vain to get free. "You threatened Elsa, now you will die horribly." Vergil snarled.
Al-Ghurab and Adh-Dhikh had to look away from the sight that was before them. They heard Orius' screams of pain as he was slowly being torn apart by the seams and fed to his remaining pets.
"I think I'm going to be sick." Adh-Dhikh said and looked away as did Al-Ghurab, what they saw was too horrific to endure,
"We have to go and report this. Now." Al-Ghurab said with urgency in his voice and the two disappeared in a puff of smoke.
After Vergil slowly killed the Black Wizard, he took the time to examine himself. Vergil was surprised that he achieved his ultimate form this early, Dante did at one time transformed to Majin form but he could not sustain it. Vergil felt the surge of power course through him and knew that his quest was complete. His lust for power now quenched and it was now time to return home, to Elsa.
Vergil reverted back to his human form, satisfied with the results of his quest and he was only gone for over a week. Maybe his father was right for a demon to achieve the full extent of his power he must embrace his humanity. Vergil had given up his humanity almost two decades ago but maybe he could start again, maybe with Elsa?
With his mind made up for a new beginning, he started his journey back to Arendelle.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Somewhere Back at the Secret Base~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Al-Ghurab and Adh-Dhikh hurried past the guards and went straight to their master's throne room. They had new very urgent information about Vergil that the master needed to know.
When they entered the throne room, every high-ranking official of the Creed of Shadows was present. They bowed their heads at them but their master was not pleased about this interruption.
"What is the meaning of this?" The master snapped at them and they cringed in fear.
"Forgive us master, but we have found out what Vergil is truly capable of and it is not to be taken lightly." Al-Ghurab explained that made everyone in the room curious. The Creed had known of Vergil since his battle with the elite guards and wanted to know if he was a threat or a tool.
"Very well, tell us what you have uncovered." The master motioned for them to show what they found and the other official took their seats and listened closely to the two.
"This Vergil has a sword that can slice through dimensions. He used it to travel to the Dark Mountains." Adh-Dhikh began and the master and the others were intrigued by this.
"He has a mystical blade?" One asked
"He went to the Dark Mountains?" Another asked
Al-Ghurab and Adh-Dhikh nodded at them but it was the master's question that caught everyone's attention. "Why did he go after the Black Wizard Orius?"
"Vergil stated that he craved for power and heard that Orius had a way for him to achieve it." Al-Ghurab answered and the rest laughed at what he just said.
"Impossible, Orius is one of the most powerful sorcerers in existence." One official said dismissively
"Exactly, not even the Creed has gotten past his defenses." Another said
"I have to agree with them, Al-Ghurab. Orius is too powerful even for him." The master said as they went on with their meeting.
"Forgive me, my lords but I am afraid that you all are wrong." Adh-Dhikh said as he lowered his head when they all looked at him with annoyance in their eyes after being interrupted again.
"This Vergil has not only defeated Orius but killed him." Al-Ghurab said and looked at them with serious eyes. "With relative ease."
Everyone present felt a shiver down their spine once they heard that Vergil had killed Orius with ease. Orius was one of the most powerful wizards in existence and for them to hear that Vergil had killed him was unnerving to the whole Creed.
The master however stared blankly at them. "Explain." He commanded and they did what they were told.
"When Vergil came across the first set of traps, he merely teleported away. When he faced a giant, with one slash, he reduce it to pieces. When Orius released ten werewolves and five ghouls at him, he cut the werewolves in half and impaled the ghouls with astral swords. When he faced Orius himself, he transformed." As soon as Al-Ghurab said the word 'transformed' it peaked at the master's interest.
"What do you mean transform." He asked the two. This Vergil was becoming more and more interesting to him by the minute.
"He transformed in some kind of monster of near-unlimited power. Vergil became a demon." Adh-Dhikh said that shook the Creed to its core.
"What should we do? We have never faced someone this powerful before, let alone a demon." An official said in distress.
"Master, what should we do?" Another asked him as he stood up and walked to both Al-Ghurab and Adh-Dhikh.
"Well done, you two now go rest. You have earned it." He dismissed them and went back to the council.
"Regarding Vergil, we cannot face him head on. His power is far too great to challenge." The master said as he sat down at his throne.
"What do you suggest we do?"
"We wait, from what I see, he has already achieved his goal and will be returning home. If we find his weakness then we can strike." He said and the others nodded in agreement. They were no match for Vergil and to face him head on would be suicide. The Creed will have to wait to find and exploit any weaknesses.
"So Vergil, you have proven yourself quite the being you are; now we shall see if you are truly made of ice."
Vergil went down to the mountain. With his quest over and his goal achieved, he now had one more thing to achieve: return home.
Vergil unsheathed his sword and opened a portal to Arendelle. He jumped in and disappeared in a flash of light.