Vergil-Dark Slayer-Parting Words

Vergil-Dark Slayer-Parting Words

Vergil took a long breath, it had been several weeks after the infuriating training session and after a heated argument it had been Vergil that walked. Alone and embittered, his own son had turned on him mercilessly with words. His fiancée, neither Vergil nor Lady wanted to "marry", had simply stood there and had not defended him in the slightest way. All she did was moan and beg at him to stay, yet did nothing to encourage him to do so. He had silently picked up Yamato, the Alastor sword and the Beowulf gauntlets and left. He had received the fake messages from Nero and Lady and Dante, each claiming to have had a miraculous change of heart and now wanted him back. He ignored them, they had driven him away so away he had gone.

Vergil's destiny was clear, and he used his demon senses to find a Gateway. A place built by humans and demons long ago to allow limited passage into the Demon World. It had been easy; the gate in question had been in a long abandoned church in an almost entirely derelict part of town. Of course to any human it appeared as just a stone arch way but to Vergil it had been like seeing something straining to hold something back. He had slit a finger and scribed on the arch the ancient demon runes that his mother had taught him long ago, runes of power. The stone recognised Sparda's demonic blood, the runes in his blood had glowed brilliant blue like the stones on Mallet Island. As they energy flared his blood burned until it vanished as for a moment it was as though Vergil was quite casually viewing the Universe as the cosmos briefly flashed on the stone before the portal fully opened. When the portal was fully open the energy crackled and seethed with purple flame.

A chill passes over Vergil's spine as he takes a step nearer, was he once again forsaking those he loved. Vergil's resolve hardened, he was walking his owndark path alone as he always had. Whatever future that lay open was uncertain, but to cross into the Underworld surely meant there was no turning back. It was a strange feeling, the same feeling of loss he had felt as he had walked off the cliff with his parting words "This place was our father's home," slashing Dante's hand because it was the only way he could reach out. He had watched Dante slip out of view as he plunged and now he was going to vanish once again.

Footsteps behind him, Vergil turns with his hands resting on the hilt of Yamato feeling its energy flare, the Beowulf gauntlets glowing faintly.

"Dante…"

His twin stood in front of him, red coat contrasting to Vergil's blue. The look was not one of delight, but one of immense sorrow that the two had never been able to express in words when they parted.

"So this is your plan, things break down and my older brother heads for the Underworld and darkness. How long are you going to keep doing this Vergil?"

"Until I no longer have to Dante. You know as well as I do that I went into exile after our mother was murdered to obtain power. I have all the power I've wanted and yet my purpose is not pure. How long Dante did you thing I'd be content?"

"I figured we never settled the score, did we?"

"Correct Dante, I wanted our father's power for one purpose. So I could fight with you when we were both at our peak so we knew once and for all who was better."

"You never forgave me for not protecting mother, you pursued power because you despised all that was weak."

"And you in turn brother never forgave me for not being there to help you after our argument."

The two remained silent, both no longer able to say anything more. Their looks told the story; Vergil's concerned but stoic scowl to Dante wide and disbelieving eyes. Both were mentally pleading with the other, Vergil wishing not to be stopped and Dante not wanting him to leave. There was at this point not even a desire to fight with each other, fighting for the moment had lost its appeal. Dante broke the silence first.

"If you do get to the Underworld…what you going to do huh? Be the Dark knight again?"

"I will claim the throne of Mundus for my own since its vacant, and test you constantly from there. Know this Dante, when we meet again I will beat you…but as before I would never kill you."

"Same here, you and I have never employed the technique for killing a half-breed permanently so we almost kill each other as a substitute."

"Did you come here to try stop me?"

"I can't stop you if this is the path you've chosen, it would be unfair to you to try."

"So why did you come here Dante?"

"To say goodbye."

"Typically human I see, but this time I'm inclined to agree. We are the Son's of Sparda, we may be at odds in soul. In heart and blood brother remember we are the same."

Vergil stepped backwards, closing his eyes as the fire that felt freezing to the touch consumed him. His last sight was Dante running towards him, knowing he wouldn't make it but running anyway. Vergil flung out a memento, a gift to his brother on Mallet Island. The sword Alastor landed in front of the archway as it crumbled, finally submitting to decay after fulfilling its purpose. Dante scream of Vergil followed Vergil to the other side where a twisted and strange path laid before him. A path Vergil knew would lead him forever away from Dante, to the throne of the Demon World. With a long sigh Vergil ran a gloved hand through his hair, a single drop of moisture hit the ground near his feet. He walked; his journey had begun once again. He would walk the path of darkness to whatever destiny lay at its end. Alone if need be, it was how it had always been and unless a love waited here for him in the Underworld that is how it would stay. Slowly but surely, with every footstep his new destiny drew nearer, the Dark Slayer would not be consumed by darkness, but become the very darkness itself.