"Leave her alone."
"I said leave her alone."
"LET ME GO! STOP- AGHH!"
"Stop!"
He had never stopped, even when they begged, that is a fact he knew. They'd been on the run since Nelo Angelo was killed, since He was finally put down by Dante. He knew that the two half-devils used to create him had suffered far longer than he himself had. His 'father' was captured by Mundus almost 12 years before, his 'mother' was captured soon after his 'father'. He was created from the DNA and samples of the powers of his 'parents' artificially. He looked far older than the 11 years and 7 months he has existed. 'Father' says he looks to be 19 or 20 years old physically and mentally. He had been named V, and his 'father' was named Vergil. There was no choice in what his name was, his 'mother' insisted before Mundus had her tongue ripped out. Her name...she'd never had time to tell them before she became speechless.
The experiments to turn Vergil into Nelo Angelo had begun soon after she died, he was merely caged to be researched on, and considered a failure born too weak. He watched everything that happened to his 'parents', it caused him enough trauma between the three of them and their power, as Vergil theorized, to create his three familiars. It was because he had these familiars, that he could traverse the underworld with Vergil and not be immediately killed. His 'mother' may be dead, but Vergil was still alive. He was sick, the after effects of Nelo Angelo, but he was alive. Their days were filled with endless battles as they tried to search for an open gate. The demon made weapons they'd captured giving them something to use in the absence of Devil Arms. No small fry they'd cut down was strong enough to produce such gifts yet.
The pain was excruciating, the electricity flowing through his body had yet to stop after a full two minutes. He could feel the pain lancing through him constantly, he wanted to scream, but he was gagged to prevent him from biting off his tongue in the spasms. They still needed him to be able to speak, after all. He could hear the screams of Vergil and the woman called 002 by their captors. He could see 'Trish' being finished, being told her purpose. He could hear the breaking of Vergil's bones. The rush of blood spilling to the ground. Feel his own wrists snap under the pressure.
He twitched even as the electricity was turned off. He could hear the screams of Vergil stop. The silence from his 'mother's' cell, the disgruntled grumblings of the demons which had been torturing her. He saw long blonde hair in the corner of his eye as Trish left for some gate to complete Mundus' orders. He could hear the orders to toss him back into his cage.
No. He couldn't be thinking back to those moments. They were free now. They had a chance to escape. They did. They had to escape, they'd come too far to just give up and die. "There it is." Vergil rasps.
V looks to where Vergil is, he'd been supporting the older half-devil as he lead them, so he'd only been paying attention to their immediate surroundings for any threats in the rare peace they got in this dark realm. This gate was heavily guarded, at the top of a tall hill writhing with demons and demonic plants just waiting for a demon to come too close to them. "We must rest before we draw closer. We are too weak to fight them right now." V assesses.
Vergil growls. "We will find shelter and sustenance...then we will observe. This is the only gate that we only can get through if we were to open it. My blood was used to open it for Trish. The key is our blood. We must hurry. The longer we are here..."
..The more Vergil fades. He needs his brother's power and the energy he stored in the Yamato to recover. Dante should be able to help them. It was the only hope they had. More specifically, the only hope Vergil had. And if Vergil was to die in the Underworld, V would soon follow. He was weak still, he had not reached the biological maturity for his powers to activate fully, he had to be at least 17 or 18 for that to happen. That is when Vergil came into his full awakening, Dante fully awakened at 19.
They were running out of time.