Vergil-Dark Slayer-The Final Confrontation

Vergil felt something, as though for a moment the entire realm he was in drew in a shocked breath. Then shaking, tremors as the whole fabric of the Underworld began to warp and pulse, changing as the umbilical cord to the human world was severed. Vergil knew, instinctively that Dante had done it! He had, with Vergil's help, defeated the Emperor of the Underworld.

Vergil however allowed himself to feel nothing, the gateway out would be sealed; he would be trapped here if his last hope did not come into fruition. No, Vergil thinks gritting his teeth; it was time to end this now. Vergil knew exactly where Mundus would be found, in the Abyss where all of the fallen ones go. Where Vergil himself had gone, where he had fought and lost, and this time he would not be defeated. No arrogance this time, only sterile and cold purpose.

Vergil ran through the twisted halls of the Underworld, saw as the fabric that was intertwined with the human world withered and died. It was strange to see the Underworld like this, as though taking its dieing breath. Vergil knew better, these had been created by Mundus and where thus linked to his power. Now, that power waned, and soon it would be put out. After running through deserted hallways, all the Demons had fled deep into the Underworld where they were safe, Vergil comes to the place where destiny awaited, he jumps, his coat flying about him. The drop was long, but demonic blood had not the frailties humanity had been cursed with. Effortlessly, he flips and lands, brushing his hair back and placing one hand on his trusted sword.

Their before Vergil, no longer God-like in form was Mundus. The proud Demon was a writhing mass, shapeless and ruined in defeat. It turned, its many eyes focused upon Vergil. Within them Vergil could see a gleaming of malice and hatred. It was Vergil who spoke first, making a point of skipping all pleasantries with a tone of merciless focus.

"I have come here to end you, Mundus, once and for all. Too long have you been a cancer in this world."

"A cancer," Mundus mused, still arrogant even now, "And you son of Sparda are an arrogant half breed, impure in blood and spirit."

Once such words would have hurt Vergil, but now the sharp truths shot and broke upon the armour of Vergil's new purpose. He was fighting for them all; Lady, Dante, his mother and finally Sparda. He was doing what was right.

"I have never feared you Mundus, and I do not now, your powers are waning and are now equal to mine."

A howl of rage and anger issued from Mundus, his form drew itself inwards and began to morph and change. Mundus's form grew smaller, but still towered over Vergil as Mundus reverted to his original appearance of a winged statue. Yes, Vergil thought, a lot smaller but terrible none the less. It was missing his third eye, presumable a sign of Mundus's weakened state, and the form of Mundus looked down upon Vergil, a look that was returned icily back.

"You will lose, Son of Sparda!"

With that said Mundus leapt forwards, smashing his form into Vergil, as Vergil was knocked back by this sudden hit, unnerved at its speed. Vergil flipped, finding his feet just in time to see three of the energy spikes that Mundus so loved to impale his enemies with. Yamato whirled, creating a shield, as spikes it and faded into a dusty nothingness. Vergil knew it was just a warm up, he charged three of his own energy swords in response, and fired them. Vergil observed as they flew at Mundus who laughed and swept them aside as though they were small sticks. The two ran at each other, Vergil raising Yamato, and Mundus raising a blade formed from unholy fire. The two met, Vergil was impaled upon Mundus's sword. Blood gushed from the wound, as Vergil gave a cry of pain, is own blade loose in his hand.

"You see Vergil, even now; you are no match for me."

Vergil gave a slight scream as the sword within him twisted, burning him with its foul energy, as more blood gushed out freely. The blade was withdrawn, Mundus smashing Vergil skyward with a great sweep of his arm, flying up and them slamming Vergil downwards with all his might. The impact would have left an ordinary humans skin bursting, innards spewing outwards. Vergil however hits, with an ominous crack, and lies virtually motionless on the rippling, yet solid floor. Mundus gave a laugh, floating downwards near Vergil.

"It doesn't have to be like this Vergil, swear loyalty to me and I will help you."

Vergil could barely move, weak now from the assault, ashamed at how easily he had been bested.

"Finish me quickly, you mean?"

Mundus laughed, giving a mocking bow, as he mastered his merriment he speaks, barely containing the glee within his voice.

"Quicker than the alternative I assure you."

"I'd rather die free, than die your slave." The defiance will strong, despite the weakness he felt.

"So be it."

Suddenly Vergil world became pain as Mundus began to fire thousands of tiny spikes at Vergil, each one piercing and hitting. Each one was agony, burning and piercing, Vergil screamed. Never before had he felt such raw pain, each hit like the wound received from the sword. This was the end, Vergil thought, blasted into oblivion by this storm of pain. Vergil feels ashamed, they had come so far, and now this is where death would find him…after so much. Hot tears streamed from Vergil as he screams, it was truly cruel.

It was not Vergil's own pain that caused this sorrow, it was the thought of Lady waiting for a warrior that would never return, the thought of Dante knowing that his twin had failed him. However Vergil, in one final scream receives something strange, an indescribable feeling that human and half breeds are capable of. It was Vergil's heart that gave him the sign, Sparda's advice rang true. Slowly at first, still being bombarded, as his bones knitted and despite the onslaught, Vergil raised himself. Sheer will allowed him to keep his consciousness as the image of Lady gained clarity in his mind. For a moment the bombardment stopped, Mundus clearly taken aback by Vergil standing once more.

"You forget Mundus; I am not one of your weak demons. Within my veins flows the blood of Sparda!"

Mundus's face seemed to warp in unfathomable anger, the fiery blade appearing once more in his hand, as it is raised. Vergil himself finds Yamato, it'd had slipped from Vergil in his pain, and as strength returns he raises his blade to guard in response.

"It is over Son of Sparda, my power has you beaten, and now at last I can deliver what I so wished to your dear brother, now DIE!"

The raised sword falls with promise of death, flaring as it falls, reassuring Vergil of his doom. Vergil stands firm, his demon energy had peaked with the anger and pain, and now his demonic self thrashed with in him, ready to be released. Vergil waited till the sword was near his own blade, and with a scream of rage morphed. Slashing his own blade forward with all his might, the two clashed and to both Vergil and Mundus's surprise, Mundus's blade shattered.

Mundus backed off a little murmuring.

"Yamato…able to cut anything not of Sparda's power…"

Vergil grinned inwardly as Mundus's uncertainty and new it was justified, for Vergil gained strength for every second Mundus wasted, and now it was Vergil's turn. The blue form of Demon-Vergil is surrounded by a blue aura of energy, crackling and sparking as Vergil powers up until it becomes a blue flame of demonic energy.

With a cry Vergil launches himself forward, becoming a bullet like blue, slashing Mundus again and again with Yamato in a frenzy of Judgement Cut's that homed and spilled black blood over the floor, Mundus grunted in pain. Vergil follows this with a Rapid Slash, fully powered, and leaps into an aerial rave. Mundus's wounds simply got deeper, oozing as demonic blood poured out from with in.

Vergil's power, no longer unlimited, began to wane. As desperation grew, Vergil thought of one deadly attack he had seen a Demonic-Dante implement only once. It could save him now, incapable to flight, Vergil runs at Mundus who gives a groan then readies himself. Building speed, becoming a beam on energy, Vergil dives, and extends Yamato. This was it; it would save him, or be his destruction. Vergil began to spin as time itself seemed to slow, Mundus's eyes widening with shock, as time once more speeded up and Vergil slammed into him, drilling straight through, an immense gaping hole was left as Mundus's core, a Demon's heart, was blasted into dust.

Mundus screamed, a ground shaking roar, his form bubbling and distorting until it shattered in an explosion of energy and blood. Mundus, the Emperor of the Underworld, had been utterly defeated.

Vergil's demon form faded, as he smiled, weakly and fell to his knees. A tear of joy was allowed to flow down Vergil cheek at this moment. He had defeated Mundus, and now perhaps they would all be safe. Perhaps he could see Lady again.

Vergil looked up, alerted by a flash of light, to see a familiar figure before him. The image that was present in all of the Time Statues was before him fully alive, a humanoid lion. In a voice that seemed distorted and strangely raspy it spoke.

"Vergil, I am Chronus God of Time and Space, and here you shall choose your destiny."

Vergil rose, eyes widening, still weak with the struggle as an event that before now only Sparda himself had experienced once again repeats itself, this time however it is Vergil to whom this mystical, and awesome event has arrived. The opportunity to shape his own destiny had arrived.