I searched for Abigale all throughout Fortuna for months it seemed. I desired anything to know just what had happened to my childhood friend, but I never learned, or at least not at this point of my tale. In the end I had decided she had either perished, or she was taken far from Fortuna, possibly even off the island.

I never stopped training with Yamato, nor the new weapons I had gained from Beowulf. My determination to become stronger had only become increased once I realized everything has been taken from me. My want of revenge increased as well.

I had become curious of something. Before I left Fortuna behind, there was one thing I needed to know.

His footsteps are heard along with the countless other sets from people moving around him.

The sun was low, but extremely bright due to it being early in the day.
People were going about their everyday lives, dressed in their white and red with symbols of the Order of the Sword.

Vergil stopped walking. A brown robe and hood shrouded his blue coat, white hair, and his blade Yamato.
He gazed towards the massive church in the distance, his question lingering in the back of his mind. "The Order of the Sword, huh? Worshiping a demon as a god?" he spoke to himself when out of the ear range of others. "Just what are your true intentions?" he slowly began to walk once again, heading towards his destination in the distance.

Within the massive church were several seats that were all full with people wearing the usual clothing of the Order. There was also a massive statue of Vergil's father, Sparda against the wall.

Vergil stood out. He was the only seated man not wearing white and red, but instead a brown cloak over a blue coat. He was simply here to see exactly what this foolish religion was doing.

Throughout the meeting there was singing along with instruments, and of course one preacher speaking of Sparda, telling the same story Vergil had heard countless times of how Sparda sealed the gateway to Hell itself, but something peaked his interest. This preacher, Sanctus, spoke of the gateway that also sealed Sparda's own power.
The son of Sparda listened closely to the words spoken then, but there was only one other thing of them he needed to remember withing the words of fallen angel's names and sealing away Leviathan. What Vergil wanted to keep in mind the name Temen-ni-gru.
He began to listen once again, hoping Sanctus just might mention it's location in the world, but disappointed by what he heard next.

"Unfortunately where the tower is located has been lost over time." Were the next words from his mouth.

Vergil's eyes narrow a bit as he crossed his arms.

After the meeting, and now on the streets in the afternoon, the blue coated devil debated on continuing his investigation of the Order of the Sword, or tracking down Temen-ni-gru.
Finally he turned, deciding to continue investigating. After all, they might have had information they were keeping hidden from everyone. Perhaps there was much more to them than it seemed.
He slowly closed eyes, trying to think of where he could possibly go to next.

He found himself back in the church, examining certain things as he slowly walked through it. He appeared to be the only one there.
His footsteps echo across the giant room until they finally stopped a moment. Vergil gazed up to the giant statue of Sparda, his mind slowly drifting thoughts of everything he has seen, everything he's lost, and his vow to become stronger. "Soon I shall be as strong as you once were." He spoke as though it were to his own father. He looks away then.

"Have you found what it is you're searching for?" A voice spoke behind the son of Sparda.

Vergil quickly turned, throwing his brown cloak off of him, unsheathing Yamato, and pointing it to the old man's throat.

"There's no need for such hostility." he spoke. He had a gray, large beard, a long hat of white and red on his head, and he looked old. "I am Sanctus."

This was the first clear look Vergil had gotten of the old man. When he was speaking earlier he was too far to get a good look aside from his white clothes.
He lowered Yamato, starting to sheath it. "Leave." was all he said.

Sanctus stared directly at Vergil, placing his hands together before looking down at Vergil's blade. "That blade looks a lot like..." He stopped speaking a moment, realizing it was exactly as the writings and drawn portraits had shown. "Is that blade Yamato?"

Vergil's eyes narrow slightly. "And what would you know of such a blade?"

"The blade Sparda himself used to seal our world from the demon's." He spoke, narrowing his eyes now. "How did you come across such a blade?" He was curious.

Vergil placed his blade to his side. "That's none of your concern."

"It is my concern. That blade I require for my project." He explained, holding his hand forward.

Vergil looked down to his hand, raising an eyebrow. He found this ridiculous. "You believe I would simply hand it over? You are an old fool." was all Vergil responded with.

Sanctus lowered his hand, looking down. "Very well then." He spoke before raising his other hand, blasting fireballs right from his palm at the blue coated devil.

Vergil was not hit, he was already in front of Sanctus in a blur, no wounds were on him, Yamato going through his chest. This was simply a fraction of a son of Sparda's might.

"You..." He coughed up blood, his weak eyes looking up to Vergil. "You aren't human, are you?"

Vergil's blue eyes gaze to his dying foe. "I am the son of the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda. You should learn not to strike at someone you know nothing of, old fool." He yanked the blade out of his foe, making him fall over before he sheathed the dark blade.
Vergil stepped over his corpse, walking towards the door.

"How fascinating." Sanctus spoke, already back on his feet with glowing red eyes. "A son of Sparda? That does explain your look, your weapon, and your supernatural powers."

Vergil turned his head back to him. "What are you?" he asked, his curiosity peaked.

"Demons are far superior to humans, son of Sparda. I wish to become a higher being. An angel." Was all he said in response.

"An angel? How idiotic can you possibly be. You may be correct on humans being superior to demons, but turning yourself into one only proves you are nothing but some of the lowest of scum." Vergil walked away then, preparing to cut Sanctus into countless pieces if he followed. He now wished he had simply gone after Sparda's power instead of this going through this ridiculous matter.

"I'm surprised you just decided to walk away. You aren't going to attack me once again? Try to kill me for striking at you?" Sanctus asked him, a smile growing.

Vergil reached for his brown cloak, putting it on before walking out the door, only replying with "You are not worth my time."

Sanctus only laughed when Vergil left the building.

The pale moonlight shined down onto the empty street of Fortuna this night, as well as the cloaked Vergil who placed one foot ahead of the next to walk away from the church.

Slowly, the hooded Vergil stopped, tilting his head to gaze back a brief moment. "Well... I suppose I can't exactly call them misguided." he said to himself in a low tone before looking ahead, continuing his walk. "but soon they shall know this devil's power. A power far greater than they could ever imagine. The power of a son of Sparda."

In truth, Vergil found Sanctus to be a fool, but he did believe he was correct when saying demons are superior to humans. He began to believe that his demonic half was far superior to his human, but he was half. He questioned what that made him. Does that mean he's a lesser being? Superior? What is his place in this world? These were the questions he asked himself.

Hopefully he would find the answer through his quest for power...