Vergil-Dark Slayer-A Chalice, Hell Fire and a Knight in between.
Vergil waited by the chalice for Dante to make an appearance, hiding until the right moment, should Griffin see Vergil it would seriously compromise Vergil's currently secure position with Mundus. Vergil knew that Griffin and Mundus would be watching Dante most of the time, but here was relatively shield from view.
Half of Vergil wishes to strike early, fight with Dante and conquer Mundus together as they had Arkham. Vergil knew that his current power was not his own. The form of Nelo Angelo and the power it held where Mundus's, and without a Demon form he would, most certainly, meet his demise at Mundus's hands.
How Vergil wanted to morph into his own form again, the blue Vergil-Demon that was within him somewhere, and wield Yamato or the Beowulf gauntlets again. He would be getting those off Dante too, after all Dante would have Ifrit. The form of Nelo repulsed Vergil, the dark armour and the huge black sword; it was not a warrior's armour at all. Vergil considered himself a true warrior, all I needed was Yamato and my blue coat and summoned swords, he thought. This armour was a show of power, Vergil preferred to have ultimate power and not let others know. Perhaps though, Vergil mused with a smile, I might end up trying it "Dante's way" with guns a few more times, just to see the look on Dante's face. Vergil was a warrior that required agility, precision and finesse not this overly powered, overly showy excuse of a Demon form.
Perhaps, Vergil thought, Lady and I will make a perfect team. She is all guns and explosions were as I'm all swords and precise, deadly strikes. Multiple hits were not needed. Vergil laughed to himself, knowing Lady she'd blow up a whole building single handed with her lust for the destruction of demons. That side of Lady excited Vergil just as much as her caring, playful side. Her pure passion and raw aggression were both alluring and, Vergil guessed, deadly if you weren't him.
Vergil heard Dante's approach but said nothing, his mind going back to the encounter at the top of Tem-ni-gru in the rain.
The two wasted no time, immediately fighting to test once again. This time they were playing the game properly, trying to hurt knowing full well the wounds would heal very quickly. Dante leapt and rolled, dodging Vergil's sword, then counter attacked smashing the Hell Fire gauntlets into the armoured form of Nelo Angelo. Vergil smiled under the armour, it was actually hurting. He decided Dante wasn't having all the fun and gave him some very nasty sword slashes back. Vergil saw Dante grinning. After a few minutes of play the battle was once again over. Vergil came of worse, the Hell Fire Demon, Ifrit, was a powerhouse to say the least.
Vergil placed his hands on Nelo's masked, screaming in pain as he tried to remove it. After a short while, it becomes free, revealing just for a moment the face of Vergil to his brother. The eyes that glowed red, turned familiar for just a second, and after a grin Vergil disappears from sight.
Dante was not having Ifrit if Vergil couldn't get Beowulf. It wouldn't be fair at all. Vergil, thinking of himself, would, much rather the fight was fair than not. It had been a painful gift to give away Ifrit to Dante like that. Vergil's grin widened, he could only hope Ifrit had made especially sure Dante was of the proper calibre.Vergil plays the battle through his head again as he heads to the throne room to speak to his "master." What could be so important that Vergil felt compelled to go to Mundus? Clearly the Emperor of Hell desired greatly to speak with Vergil. Troubled, Vergil descends once again into the darkness and madness that is the Underworld, only to be once again awed by the throne room and the great seated statue.
"I felt drawn here, my master, by your power. Did you wish to speak with your faithful knight?" The words almost made Vergil vomit, always having to be so humble.
"Vergil, it is time for you to meet my third servant."
It was only when he saw the one other figure within throne room that Vergil's heart skipped a beat, and he drew in a breath of horror and shock. A single word was gasped from Vergil's mouth at the seeming impossibility of the sight before him.
"Mother?"