Vergil-Dark Slayer-The Third Servant
It was almost a blasphemy of all Vergil had believed, his mother was undeniably dead, yet here this woman stood. In his mother's image, Vergil takes a step back breathing fast, and the thought and sight almost overwhelms him. Fists clenched, eyes wide, Vergil looks to Mundus.
"How…how can this be?"
Vergil's rage increases at Mundus's laughter; it was mocking him and his blood. The women in his mothers image mimicking the action, making the wound deeper.
"Your affection, Vergil, shows that no matter how much a demon you try to be you will always be nothing but a half breed. Has Sparda spoiled the blood of his children by marrying a human?"
The question is rhetoric, testing Vergil's self control, as Vergil stands humiliating and seething. The humanity allowed Vergil to feel emotions and embrace concepts Mundus would never understand. In fact, Vergil thought, by giving his Sons the strengths of both races he had, probably intentionally, created a perfect synthesis. The two Sons of Sparda outclassed both humans and demons alike. Your underestimation of me, Mundus, will prove fatal Vergil growls within his mind.
"It was the perfect lure for the grand game to begin, and your brother fell for it completely, you too have been affected by my most useful servant in this case."
The words passed over Vergil, he gave no reply, he was sure Mundus was playing a game to amuse himself perhaps hoping that Vergil would seek to strike him down. Remember the plan, Vergil thinks, remember Lady. That is the only thing that keeps Vergil in place. He thought of her kisses and embrace, the softness of her hair and skin, the amused glint in her eye, a spark, which could become an inferno that would take Vergil with it.
Mundus chuckled again, "I think perhaps it would be fitting to place you under my third servants command, would it not?"
Again rhetorical, Vergil had no choice but to listen to this enraging whim of Mundus.
"Trish, what do you think of this?"
Well, considering this Trish was a puppet of Mundus yet to discover free will it was obvious. With a somewhat sadistic gleam with in Trish's eyes she walks up to Vergil, puts and icy cold hand to his face, and leans forward revealing her assets to him. It was repulsive. It was however, Trish's reply, which frightened Vergil more than anything else.
"Vergil will learn to do what I, his mommy, tell him to do."
The reply and the cruel sexuality that oozed from this demon was enough, nearly, to stop the heart of Vergil. It was a rank and cruel parody of his mother, this thing knew not of incest or the repulsion it would bring to any ordinary being. The icy hand began to squeeze, with inhuman strength, upon his cheek then moves to his hair, forcing Vergil's head to her breasts. They were icy cold, like being plunged into an icy lake, where one knew the last, desperate breath would be your last.
"Don't be a bad boy Vergil, don't deny your mother."
The vomit rising in Vergil's throat, Mundus's laughter fills the room.
"Do not break him too soon Trish."
This torture, Vergil knew, would be long and drawn out, and utterly cruel. It would break his will; leave him a puppet to this Trish's whims and orders. A slave, but the process of breaking would be hideous. Vergil's head ached with the thought, his mind barely his own. At this women's mercy, he would receive little of the said word. Slowly broken into and becoming a wreck of his former self. Her will and herself would strangle him, his mind, body and will like ivy until the last wisp of him had been broken and defeated. Until he became entirely subservient, all sense of self lost, entirely hers.
No! The thought repulsed Vergil entirely, this thing in the shape of his mother, what demands would she make? What cruel whims would Vergil have to fusil? As they are both transported to Vergil's room, Vergil is shoved into the corner, Trish seated on the bed.
Dante, Lady…help me! It was a psychic scream with in Vergil's head. He had never planned for this, Mundus had him cornered, was this too be Vergil's end? Broken, defeated and slave to another's will.
"Well Vergil," the cruel smile from Trish, "let us begin. Its time for you to realise, I am you will. You will be broken in time. Your teaching, punishment and general subservience, it all begins now. Shall we begin?"
The question horrified Vergil, the scream increasing to a louder scream still as the torture, humiliation and breaking began.