Vergil-Dark Slayer-Wondering through Darkness
Truly the realm of Darkness was desolate, the whole realm as grey and lifeless as a stone slab. Cold and noticeably devoid of both variation and life it was like a place that longed and preyed for a death that had not yet come. Vergil sneered, to destroy this place would release it from its misery, and it was truly an abomination even to his cold heart. When a gust of wind blew it had no life to it, there was no whisper from trees or grass or even the moan of wind on stone. Merely a dead silence, where every movement Vergil made seemed rude and absurdly loud.
The ruler of this realm had strangled the life out of it, and carried on strangling even after the pulse had stopped long ago with sadistic pleasure, enjoying the cruelty and Vergil sussed the utter control the strangle hold meant. The ruler of this world could save or dam it upon a whim, yet took such pleasure from this state between life and complete destruction that she prolonged it. While the realm of Darkness existed as it did she was the only shining light within it, the one being that shone in an old and tired world. Now however the Empress was not content with her own realm, she could consume all the realms and then rebuild them as she saw fit, or end them. Vergil admired her cunning, it was insane and yet brilliant. She was engineering herself as the Universe's saviour and would, in time, become the ruler of all things. All beings would love and fear her.
So you finally understand Vergil, either as my King or my Pawn, you will kneel before me and give me an eternity of obedience…
The mocking purr in his mind enraged Vergil; the ruler of this realm was perfectly sane and yet meant every word of insanity she uttered. It was as though the she was a paradox, yet was never able to make the choice, tugged apart by the repercussions of each. Vergil had no doubt that every possible choice had been dissected and calculated, every possible outcome deciphered and as unattractive, or so it seemed. Then it hit Vergil, his and his families presence here made it an entirely new game. She could not have foreseen the consequences of their presence, and Vergil had a feeling it excited her because for once in this realm something was out of her control. However Vergil knew she was still at work, trying to manipulate him to the outcome she had just made clear to him.
Vergil would never bow to her. Neither would Dante or Sparda, he thought Nero wouldn't. However Nero didn't have their experience, what if she manipulated him. Worry suddenly wormed into Vergil's mind, his son had gone before them and they had not heard from Nero since. It reminded Vergil too much of himself, years without contact with Dante followed by a brief meeting until…
"It's been a year since we last met, guess you got some fun planned for me right Vergil?"
Vergil starred down at Dante briefly before The Reaper had worked its way up to him, drawn to his and Tem-Ni-Gru's power. I should show Dante how it's done, if he expects to reach the main event. Vergil's powers were at least twice those of Dante's. Vergil had already accessed his Demonic Form and advanced his techniques, he had even held back last time he had fought Dante. Vergil had never felt so embarrassed for Dante and had let him off lightly. Dante on the other hand had not even accessed his Demon Form, his powers remained largely sealed and his techniques tended to be just instinctual. Vergil thought this and many things as he sliced through The Reaper effortlessly; walked away and sheathed Yamato as the creature fell apart, unleashing a repugnant reek. Vergil knew Arkham was plotting against him, likely with the Demon Emperor, when the time was right he and Dante would reunite. Dante annoyed Vergil to an incredible degree, but the two halves of Sparda's power united would surely defeat the Demon that had slaughtered their mother. One day brother, one day we will find him and kill him. They had both been hunting in their own way, but Vergil needed Sparda's power first and when Dante was ready so would he, it was only a matter of patience and time…
Things had gone differently to how Vergil had once imagined it would, but they had achieved their goals in the end. They had surpassed their father, surpassed Mundus and now the last member of the old Legends stood before them. Perhaps the most powerful of all and yet somehow far less terrible than Mundus, to her it was all a game. Vergil and Dante knew differently, and so Vergil hoped, did Nero. It was just as before, it was only a matter of time. Vergil sincerely hoped that Nero wasn't going to make the same terrible mistakes he had…