Vergil wandered towards the Town Hall, he took his time and watched as ash settled on the benches around them. Vergil had done his homework before reaching the town of Silent Hill. Neither Dante or Nero understood the concept of the place, Vergil did, and it was for his reason he really saw no rush to get out, if Hell was here and he'd already spent most his life in hell there was little difference.

"If I am brutally honest this is mild." He muttered as he passed a corpse half strewn from the rear of an ambulance. "Everything is dead, insane or monstrous." He watched a raven land and pick at the ash, trying to burrow into the ground and get a worm, nothing new for his eyes, he mused.

The Town Hall was abandoned, and showed signs of having been vandalised. Vergil looked at the notes he'd made, the town hall had been looted alongside a fair few of the shops. Whatever of the community here was left, they relied on scavenging during daylight hours. The night was a no go area, sirens would sound, the place would descend into raw nightmarish lands. Vergil smirked, that sounded like the best time to hunt in his view.

Stepping through the half open doors of the front of the Town Hall he passed the notice boards. The glass had turned to a tinged yellow and the papers where it had cracked or the wood had been damp were moulded. A layout of the town hall was in one, Vergil punched the glass, it shattered to the floor with an echo on the marble floor and he took the map for reference.

The Town Hall looked untouched save the outside damage; he walked down the hallway to see old portraits of former mayors. The main room where the last mayor was before the town was deserted stood with the phone messages still flashing, the computer plugged in but turned off and a small desk lamp that illuminated a diary.

Vergil sat in the chair and flipped through several pages worth, it was all mundane to do with various visitors and other expected things for a mayor. He looked at the last entry and noted that it was from several years ago, when he was younger Vergil loved to walk around the abandoned halls of his fathers castle, it was a desolate part of hell and he would enjoy the peace that came with it.

When he heard a strange shuffling from behind the wall he had to admit it held his curiosity. Dante's twin moved to the wall, his hand ran over the smooth material as he sought to find the weakness in the wall, his hand rested on an area that felt warmer, he was about to use his sword to cut it through but the creature burst out anyway.

It looked the size of a child but if it had been once the thing had been mutated beyond recognition. It's limbs hung limply to the sides but the bloodied claws at the end showed they were not as harmless as they looked, it's legs were short which caused a waddle, had it not been attached to such a sickly looking thing it might have been almost comical.

"What the…" Vergil watched as it lurched towards him, Vergil's natural fight instinct kicked in. His trademark blue swords came up above him, hell's own power played through them and ripped through the sinewy tissue of the hideous creature before him, Vergil listened to it's unnatural screams with very little compassion for what it had once been, in the face of what it was now.

He decided to take a look around the area as a whole, it had come from somewhere, it didn't just materialise between the walls. The back room of the town hall proved to be very interesting, Vergil found that the rear rooms led into a secret chamber below, a set of vaults that looked to store paperwork. In the centre however was a defined summoning circle. He knew it well enough, they themselves had used them and demons were able to break through.

Someone had thought it was a good idea to summon PJ, Vergil groaned and rolled his eyes. It was obvious from the corpse at the back of the room that they had only got so far. The corpse was discarded on the far wall, impaled onto a wall lightly and had been dead there long enough for the blood to have ceased dripping and turned to a sticky mess on the floor.

"Guess you got what you deserved." Vergil snorted as he leant over and took out the silver medallion hanging delicately from the neck. "And why pick PJ, he's one of the ones Dante would think "salvageable", if you're going to summon a true evil do your research about what happens when they hit the other side."

The little medallion offered a small clue, the strangely designed shining sun rose over the bow of a tree with a field. Vergil had seen many trinkets that hid cult meanings and this one looked very much like it was one. He pocketed the clue and then scuffed up the summoning ring so it could not be used again.

He had all he wanted from the Town Hall and it was time to make his way to the Mall. Vergil wasn't one for the mass crowds either so the idea of an abandoned shopping mall seemed good to him, no doubt Dante would have regaled him with some pointless tale of a movie where they all got locked in by demons or something but he was half-demon and that meant he considered himself in control, thank you very much!

He needed to get to the abandoned Toluca Mall and that proved to be a shorter trip than he had anticipated it to be. What he didn't like on the notes he'd made on the map, were the mention of various pet shops because if the people could be this mutated he hated to think what would have happened to the animals. Vergil muttered to himself, not that he cared for beasts, he just cared that he wasn't going to be eaten by something as stupid as a mutated gerbil.

By the time he'd passed the pet shops Vergil noticed the area had gone silent again, there was the same strange mist in the air but there was no usual sign of the remnants of life they had seen elsewhere around the place. Had PJ not venture up this far for a reason?