"What…happened?" Vergil asked himself groggily as he woke up.
Immediately he noticed the absence of both his coat and the stone walls which had been protecting him from the wind, since the force was now slashing at his bare arms and his ears.
He remembered fighting that girl and how he had been…losing to her. Then he…
He devil-triggered.
At once Vergil expected to notice some strangely shaped blob lying near him that used to be the girl. But instead he noticed that she still had a very human-like form.
He shrugged.
It was predictable. For someone that had nearly killed him while he was in his human state it was no surprise she'd done better than those demonic sandworms.
Regardless, he now had a huge wasteland to travel and no one to direct him. Though the girl had seemed to either be "new" to this world or entirely clueless to its layout. So it was doubtful she would have been any help if she were alive.
Vergil looked around for a few seconds, noticing the various scattered rocks that used to be part of the wall of that building.
After a second, he found the hole in the wall of the building and climbed inside to find his coat and Yamato.
The whole place had been all-but destroyed while he was "unconscious"; no more full pillars remained in the room and there were various holes in both the walls and the floor that suggested he'd used "judgement cut", his name for the attack that resembled purple orbs, while devil-triggered.
It was amazing that the girl, as strong as she had been, was able to survive those attacks alone. And a slight itch in his stomach told him that she had even wounded him while he was in that state as well.
"And now she's dead." He told himself inside his head while looking for his coat.
"She was a strong opponent and was able to put up a fight. Regardless of whether it was near impossible to beat her, or if it was as easy as taking candy from Dante, she's dead. End of story."
Though thinking about Dante made him wonder how his younger twin was doing.
It was obvious that he'd escaped from the demon world; otherwise he would have come down as well. And since humans were so weak it was unlikely that he'd ever be in danger while living there.
That Vergil was thinking about Dante was somewhat unsettling, as they'd been enemies not the day before. But seeing as Dante had obviously been… stronger, it was important to know what his habits were.
"So I can go pummel him and reclaim my title." Vergil thought, mentally smirking.
He spotted a familiar color of blue underneath a downed pillar and walked towards it.
Their clothes had gained some of the properties of their skin from being worn all the time; the half-demon equivalent of getting your dead skin-cells rubbed off on your clothes. As a result, the clothes could actually repair themselves, though only to a certain extent.
Otherwise he and Dante, with the enemies they fought, would quickly be fighting in things resembling human swimsuits from all the damage they took.
That Dante took. Vergil said to himself, remembering Dante's preferred "down and dirty" fighting style.
He shoved the 1-ton pillar off of the coat and then picked it up; swatting away any debris that still remained inside it while pulling the garment on.
"Now to find Yamato." Vergil thought as he scanned the room for the demonically-forged blade.
Because the sword was related to him in a certain aspect, Vergil could actually feel it, though only in a very minute way; making it a lot easier to find than if it was just some random sword.
The sheathe would be harder to find since he couldn't feel it. Though thinking about it, it wasn't as if he had places to go, that he knew how to get to anyway.
"Perhaps I should have let that ugly snake live a bit longer so I could've asked it a few questions." He thought while walking towards where he felt Yamato was.
Truth-be-told he preferred fighting sand-worms, snake demons and freakish demon-teenagers more than walking around a desert for all of eternity.
It was almost like a purgatory in one of the human religions.
He remembered one in specific where if you showed enough faith in the god of that religion or something you would be allowed to go to "heaven".
Ironically, it turned out that "heaven" was just another world inhabited by extremely powerful sorcerers who had a taste for peace spells and kindness. It sounded more like an actual hell to him.
So he was stuck in what could be, for all he knew, the center of a sand-worm filled demon-desert with absolutely no knowledge of how to get somewhere else.
His spirits lifted when his eyes fell upon Yamato's hilt; one less thing to take care of.
Vergil stooped down to pull it up but it was snagged on something so he gave it a quick tug and threw the things which had been on top of it into a wall on the far side of the room.
Vergil looked down at the shining blade for a few seconds, almost grinning at the pleasure he gained from holding it. But then he looked from left to right in the room and noticed just how big and debris-filled it was.
With a sigh Vergil began walking around the room searching for that damned sheathe.
I know it was short and boring. But I'll update soon. Diva fans, please don't leave yet.