Hi everyone, hope all's well for yourselves. First of all, thanks a lot for your reviews, and for the many ideas that you suggested as well. It certainly gave me a lot to think about. While reading them, i saw that you all had a fai number of questions, so I'll answer the main ones right now.
1: Dante won't be making an appearance. He will be mentioned from time to time, but that's it. I'll be having this story focus on Vergil in terms of Devil May Cry characters. There will be some other DMC characters making an appearance, two i'm certain of. One of them is Mundus, and the other... you'l find out later on.
2: Vergil will NOT have a Harem. Personally, i don't like the idea them, so i'm leaving it out for this one. Though i do have some ideas for shipping, which i won't reveal yet.
3: I'm keeping Vergil's 'Might Makes Right' philosophy, but it will be toned down a bit given that he was raised by Tai and Summer. But, how it managed to stay with him in the RWBY-verse, you're about to find out.
Right, enough of that, on with the story.
"Mom? Are you out there? …Mom?"
Vergil was terrified. More terrified than he had ever remembered being. He was hiding under the table in the kitchen, curled up into a ball as he tried to calm himself down.
He wasn't sure what had happened. The last thing he remembered, he was coming down the stairs, wanting to get a drink of water. Then, while he was in the kitchen, he suddenly smelled smoke, turning to see black air quickly filling the house, followed by an uncomfortable amount of heat.
Hoping to escape the blaze, Vergil had hidden himself under the table, hoping that his mother would come and help.
As Vergil trembled in fear, his panic levels soon began to rise when he saw that his mother wasn't coming.
"M-Mom? Are you th-"
Vergil was cut off when he heard the sound of debris falling, and soon followed by the sound of… something sharp, being drawn across stone. Vergil recognized the sound, having been training himself with the only keepsake from his father. The blade with was kept safely up in his room.
"AAAAAAGH!"
Vergil froze. He recognized the sound of his mother's screams. His arms further tightened around his knees, his strength threatening to break his legs. What made it worse was that the screams began again.
"MOM!"
Vergil had enough. He got out from under the table, wanting to save his mother from whatever was causing her pain.
Before he could, though, he was met face to face with something he didn't see before. It stood like a human, but it looked like anything but. It had pale, slimy-looking skin, red blood-like forearms, feet and head, had red wings and carried a scythe. The being looked at Vergil with a pair of yellow, glowing eyes.
As terrifying as the creature looked, Vergil was more concerned for his mother.
"OUT OF MY WAY!" he yelled.
As Vergil tried to push past the monster, the beast pushed back, sending Vergil to the ground. Before the boy could recover, the being stomped on Vergil's stomach with a clawed foot, said claws digging into the boy's skin.
A yelp of pain escaped Vergil. He found that he was able to heal more quickly than any child his age, but it did nothing to eliminate the pain that he was feeling.
"Let me GO!" he yelled at the monster. "LET ME GO!"
The monster ignored him. Instead, it gripped the scythe with both hands, briskly raising the scythe into the air, looking ready to slice the boy in two. Quickly followed was the sound of the air being sliced as the creature brought the blade down on the boy.
All Vergil could do at that time was let out a scream
…..
"NO!"
Vergil shot up from his bed, trails of sweat going down his forehead. He eyes the room he was in, expecting to see the demons he saw in his dream. After a moment of surveying the room, he saw that he was the only one in the room, he calmed down slightly.
The silver haired man lowered his gaze and gritted his teeth.
"… That nightmare again…" he said, cursing the memory that had been plaguing his dreams.
For as long as he could remember, every time he slept, the only dream that would come to him was the night he lost his family. Fragments of memory at a time. He had seen, what to him was, the worst part of it all.
Vergil pinched the bridge of his nose, trying his best to forget it.
In his frustration, Vergil threw away the sheets on his bed stomped his feet onto the ground. Vergil slowly got off the bed and walked over to the chair, where his clothes lay. He was about to reach for his shirt, when his eyes caught sight of a particular amulet. The amulet his mother had gifted him with long ago.
Vergil remained expressionless as he gazed upon the item.
Vergil looked back to the chair, briskly putting on the clothes that rested there. He dressed himself in a pair of jeans, a navy shirt and black shoes. He also wore a black long coat with several blue snake-like patterns adorning the sleeves and shoulders.
When he was fully dressed, he made his way straight for the door. As he was about to open it, though, he saw the room's mirror, giving him a good view of his reflection, showing his blue eyes and silver hair that hung down. Seeing the latter, he lifted his hand up, brushing it back.
When he was happy with his appearance, he looked back towards the door, exiting the room and making his way down the hall. He was soon in the entrance of the main hall.
"Excuse me, young man."
Vergil came to a halt upon hearing the voice. He looked to the side, seeing the owner of the inn. An elderly man who wore a black button shirt under a white apron. He seemed to have quite the temper, having kicked out one of his guests last night for having tried to harass one of the other guests. When he looked up at Vergil, he did so with a small grin.
"Can I help you, sir?" Vergil asked.
The old man shook his head. "Nah. Just wanted to let you know that a letter came for you early this morning."
This surprised Vergil. "You don't find it suspicious that a letter came for me specifically?" he asked the owner of the inn.
"Happens more often here than you think." The owner answered. "The guy who delivered it smelled like a brewery, though."
At that, he realized who the letter had come from. Upon this realization, Vergil gritted his teeth in annoyance. How many times did he have to tell that fool…
Vergil looked back at the owner and nodded. "Thank you for giving me this." Vergil said, placing the letter in jacket. "I'll be back later." He said.
"Will I cook up some food? Free of charge." The owner offered.
"…" Vergil was quickly put on the spot. For dinner last night, the owner cooked him and the rest of the guest what was meant to be oatmeal… only Vergil was quite sure that it wasn't supposed to actually move out of the bowl.
"That's… kind of you. But I already made reservations elsewhere." Vergil told him.
The owner shrugged his shoulders. "Suit yourself." He said. "Hope you have a good day."
"You as well." Vergil replied before exiting the inn.
As he left, part of him felt sorry for whoever would have to eat the man's cooking.
…..
Vergil soon found himself walking in one of the parks in the city. Several people were out, enjoying the fresh air as much as they could. It good to see that there was so much activity going on. So many people in a good mood. Not only did it mean that the Grimm would be less likely to show up, but also that things around here haven't too affected by what had happened here.
A while ago, several of the Huntsmen here were injured, some of them irreparably, in an incident involving a Goliath Grimm. The attack left the town in a panic, and would have drawn in more Grimm. But, one Huntsmen had made an appearance. He took down the Grimm, as well as some other Grimm that had appeared, somehow managing to form terror within the dark creatures.
To this day, no one knows the identity of the hero. However, the name they gave him was quite popular around the city, showing how grateful they were, at least.
The Hero was known as-
"Nice timing, kiddo."
Vergil's train of thought had broken upon hearing the new, but familiar voice. Vergil looked to the side, seeing none other than Qrow Branwen standing before Vergil with his hands in his pockets.
Qrow gave Vergil a smirk. "Did you get the letter?"
"I did." Vergil answered. "Though I didn't get around to what you had to say."
"Actually, it's from the girls."
Vergil looked at Qrow with mild surprise. He then looked back at where he had the letter. After a moment of silence, Vergil gave a soft sigh.
"There's work to be done before that." Vergil stated.
"Geez." Qrow said. "You gotta learn to loosen up at some point."
Qrow sat up from the bench and walked around for a bit, his hands in his pocket. He looked back at Vergil, looking at him with slight concern now.
"Kid… are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked.
Vergil stood up from the bench and adjusted his collar. "If there is any doubt in your mind, old man, I would suggest that you snuff it out." Vergil said, adjusting his collar.
"I'm just worried." Qrow admitted. "Say it is what you think it is. Are you… you know, 'sure' that you can handle it?"
Vergil stopped adjusting his collar and looked at Qrow with full seriousness. "… Ever since that day, I've been ready to face them… and cut them down myself. There's nothing to fear." Vergil walked away. "I'll meet you later when the job is finished."
"…" Qrow watched the young man walk away. As he did, he felt concerned that he may be hiding more under the surface than he was letting on. Either way, trying to get anything out of him made getting blood from a stone look easy. All he could do now is hope that things go in Vergil's favour.
"Best of luck kid."
….
"Oh Sir! Thank goodness you managed to make it here!"
Vergil arrived at the appointed destination. He was outside an old mine, which was right next to a few small cottages. The cottages belong to the people who work at the mine, making the commute from their homes to the mines and vice versa less strenuous.
Vergil nodded in acknowledgement of the man speaking to him, one Edgar Wilson, the one who ran the mine. Everyone thought of him as the fairest boss in the world, knowing how to motivate the workforce and knows when to be strict. However, to Vergil he seemed more panicked than others in the town described him to be.
Though Vergil understood why.
"No issue, Mr. Wilson." Vergil said to the man. "Now, can you explain what it is that's happened here. The request seemed… vague, if I say so myself."
Edgar put a hand on his forehead and looked down, looking to be in a state of shock. "I… I'm not so sure how to describe it myself. When we were down in the mines earlier, we discovered an undisturbed recess in the lower levels. We managed to gain entry into a new part of the mine, but… it already had an occupant. It was a Grimm that I can't ever recall seeing or hearing about."
"…" Vergil looked at the entrance to the mine, his expression not faltering for a second. He looked back at Edgar. "Have the rest of the miners been evacuated?"
"Y-Yes. They are all living with relatives in the city." He answered.
Vergil then walked on, headed straight for the entrance to the mine.
"I will bring prove of my success when I return. In exchange, don't forget the payment." Vergil said sternly to him. While he did feel some sympathy for the man and his situation, said emotion had a small role to play in business.
"Of course." Edgar said, now looking more hopeful. "It will be here when you return."
Without another word, Vergil entered the mine. To most, it was so dark that they would need an external light source to light the way. But, with Vergil being a special case, he was able to see inside the cave as clear as day, better than most Faunus, actually.
Vergil came to an elevator that the miners used to go up down the different levels. But, seeing as he didn't like to waste time, he took the faster approach. He stepped off the ledge and let himself fall down, letting gravity to the work for him.
When he was close to the lowest level, be bent he knees and landed, the force of the landing forming cracks in the ground, but he himself was unscathed. He stood up straight, looking for the new part of the mine that Edgar had told him about. It didn't help that there were already a few tunnels after being built down here, making it easy for one to get lost.
Vergil sighed. "Perhaps I should've asked which tunnel was the right one." He said. "… No matter."
Vergil closed his eyes and lowered his head. After a few seconds of silence, he heard the sound of a low growl, something akin to a beast sleeping. His sharp hearing was able to hear the monster, and with it, he was able to find the right tunnel.
He looked at the one to the farthest right, a smirk forming on his face. "So that's where you're hiding… in that case…"
Vergil put a hand into his pocket and pulled out an orange Dust crystal. This brand was in fact an explosive Dust crystal. It can be very volatile and could cause serious damage if used improperly.
As such, he held his other hand over the crystal. A small layer of blue and black energy began to form over the crystal; it now had a protective layer, which should allow it to be protect temporaily. Vergil then threw the crystal down the tunnel as hard as he could.
When he wasn't able to hear the crystal bouncing off of anything, Vergil clicked his fingers. He summoned a light blue, transparent sword, shaped like a longsword with a cross handle. The summoned sword shot down the tunnel. In a couple a seconds, a large explosion came from within the tunnel. The pressure blast came through, blasting everything away from where it one was, aside from Vergil, who stood as still as a statue.
"… Rise from your slumber…" Vergil said, waiting for the Grimm to come out.
A loud roar suddenly filled the mine, causing everything around him to shake. He paid no heed to it, as he was more focused on the source. As the shaking began to increase, Vergil dragged a foot forward and got into a fighting stance.
Without warning, one of the largest sets of jaws he had ever seen in his life appeared, wide open and ready to devour him.
….
Edgar was waiting impatiently for Vergil. He was walking back and forth, fidgeting with his fingers not stopping for a second. If he had continued to do so, he would've worn a mini-trench in the ground. He came to a stop, looking at the entrance to the mine.
"… Will he be able do the job?"
There have been two other Huntsmen that came before this young man. Both had been in the job for years, looking to be in their fories and armed to the teeth. He looked to be freshly out of an Huntsman Academy, and he wasn't even armed.
He was beginning to wonder if it was a good idea to hire him.
*BOOM*
Edgar was blasted out of the way when the entrance to the mine suddenly explode. He came to a rolling stop, his head looking up to see what had burst free from the mine.
It was a large, black serpant, looking to be at least 50 feet long. It looked similar to a King Taiju, but the head of the serpent looked more dragonic, with several scales sticking out like spikes, as well as red eyes with black, slitted pupils. The scales on its body seemed more defined as well.
"… What in… the world?" Edgar couldn't help but say.
"A Knucker Grimm."
Edgar jumped, looking back to see Vergil standing behind him.
"VERGIL!?" he cried. "How did you-"
"This one seems to be without its wings." Vergil noted, ignoring Edgar for the time being. "Judging by the scars on its back. And judging from the scars in other places, he had lost his arms and legs as well… what a shame."
Vergil gave a sigh of annoyance. "And to top it all off… you weren't what I was looking for."
At that, Vergil outstretched his left hand. A blue, demonic seal appeared over his palm, which released Vergil's weapon of choice.
The Yamato.
Vergil developed the technique a few years after he first arrived in Remnant, as he wasn't allowed to carry the sword on him visibly, but there was no way in hell that he was going to stay separated from the last memento from his past and family. Fortunately, he found he could manipulate his power in multiple ways, his sword and storing of his sword being the tip of the iceberg.
Vergil grabbed the sheathed sword, slowly lowering it by his side.
The Knucker Grimm roared again, this time sending an ear-piercing sound that brought Edgar to the ground in pain. Vergil, despite his sharper hearing, still remained standing, gritting his teeth as he bared through the roar. When it ended, Vergil narrowed his eyes and glared at the Grimm.
"Is that all you can do?"
The Knucker, as if in response, charged at Vergil, it's jaws wide open again for the kill. Instead, Vergil quickly moved to the side, letting the Grimm strike the ground where he first stood. He then took the opportunity to stab the Grimm in its eyes, before turning the blade within its eye socket and slashing through the skull and flesh of the Grimm, making the creature roar in agony.
As the Grimm freed itself, Vergil leaped into the air, keeping in eyes fixed on the top of the Grimm's head. When the Grimm stopped moving, Vergil vanished in a blue and black blur, reappearing on top of the Grimm's head. Vergil summoned a volley of summoned swords, before directing them toward the back of the creature. At that, they all impaled the creature's body, looking like spikes going down its back.
The Krucker Grimm shook itself, wanting to get the swords out of its body, while also trying to shake off the warrior that was responsible for the wounds. Vergil himself leaped off the creature's head, easily landing back on the ground. The Grimm looked down at him, its one remaining eye glowing with hate and anger. It charged once more, only for Vergil to move to its blindside at the last minute, sheathing his sword at the same time. When the Grimm's head was close enough, Vergil whacked the side of the Grimm's head, sending it back and having it skidding on the ground. It came to a stop, sharply moving towards Vergil again, who responded by whacking the Grimm again, this time to the bottom of its mouth, sending the head flying up to the air.
Vergil stood ready to unsheathe the Yamato, glaring up at the Grimm.
"Perish!"
The Grimm was suddenly hit with a barrage of slashes that seemed to appear out of nowhere, each one digging deep into the creature's skin, causing it severe skin. The techique used was 'Judgement Cut', one of his more useful moves when trying to outmatch an opponent, since most couldn't see it coming.
Vergil almost felt sorry for the Grimm… almost.
The Grimm fell down once more, this time lowly whining in pain. Soon, the creature started fading away, black particles and smoke filling the air. The through the dark clouds, Vergil walked calmly through, bearing a cold a steely gaze towards the dying Grimm.
"You put up a good effort." He said when he was right in front of the Grimm. "However…"
Vergil unsheathed the Yamato, them placed the tip right between its eyes, and slowly pushed the blade through. The Krucker widened its eye briefly, before the glowing red finally died out, and the entire body of the Grimm vanished in a cloud of black. When it faded, Vergil was standing alone in the ruined entrance to the Mine.
"In… Incredible."
Vergil turned around, seeing Edgar before him, his legs shaking and he seemed to have paled considerably.
"The rumours were true… a man with great strength and speed, wielding a sword with devastating power and precision…"
Edgar slowly stopped skaing, but his look of awe was still present.
"The Dark Slayer."
"…"
Vergil ignored the mention of the title he earned. He dispelled the Yamato, glaring at Edgar in annoyance. "The Grimm is dealt with. Onto the matter of payment."
"Huh?... Oh! O-Of course." Edgar, said, waking up from his awe. As he was about to leave, he looked back at the entrance to the mine, seeing all the damage. "I hoped that there wouldn't be such damage."
Vergil walked past his employer as he begun to spoke. "All others who faced that Grimm made the mistake of trying to fight it in the dark tunnels, where it had adapted and knew it's way around. It was better to brig it out into the open…" Vergil looked back at the man with a cold stare. "Unless you would've preferred to have it stay."
"…" Edgar was silent, focusing on the damage done, knowing that it would take a long time to repair. However, at least the that monster was gone. He walked forward, catching up to Vergil. As they walked on, Edgar couldn't help but wonder how Vergil was even able to take on such a vicious monster…
He even began to wonder if the young man was human at all.
…..
Several hours after the job, Vergil was now seated in one of the town's bars.
He came here if he ever had to come here. Partly because the food they served here was quite delicious, but he would mainly come here because it was one of the hot stops for gossip. Most of it was general nonsense, family troubles, stories of drunkards making fools of themselves, and so one. However, there was the odd diamond in the rough, there being information on rumors of dangerous Grimm or criminals.
It was this part of the bar discussion that intrigued him. It was here that he had learned of the crippled Krucker that rested in the mines. But, based on the rumours, it sounded to be something different to a Grimm. Something way worse…
Like the Demons that killed his mother and his brother.
"Hey, Vergil."
Vergil was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of someone he knew in this town. He turned in his seat to see a woman with long, blond hair, blue eyes, dressed in white, sleeveless jacket, an orange shirt, brown pants and dark brown boots.
"Saphron." Vergil said, a small smirk forming on his face. "It's been a while."
"Too long, Mister Broody." She said back to him, taking a seat next to him. She ordered a light beer and leaned forward, resting on the counter.
"Tough day at work?" Vergil asked, taking a sip from a glass of water he had ordered earlier.
"Yeah… a number of kids came to me today, said that they were having problems." She answered. At the moment, she was working as a counselor at the local combat school, Prime. She would heare out kids who were having issues of their own, and she would help them out as best she could. Fortunately, she was quite good at her job, and many of the kids would feel better after having talked with her.
The bartender arrived with her order, she paid him and took a brief sip. She looked at Vergil with a grin.
"Not nearly as busy as you, though. Everyone could see that Grimm going nuts." She said.
"It was merely a nuisance." He said. "Also, how were you sure it was me?"
"Duh. There aren't many Hunters that can take down something that big like you can." She answered, saying it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Vergil said nothing, but inwardly smirked at the comment.
"So, how's your girlfriend?" Vergil asked his apparent drinking buddy (even though she was doing the drinking).
"Terra's great." Saphron answered, looking a bit happier. She always liked to talk about the love of her life when she got the chance. "She just got hired as a Technician for the Relay Tower. So far she likes it there, and she's getting paid well to boot."
"All good to hear." Vergil said. "But… iwas referring to your proposal to the woman."
This caused Saphron to choke briefly on her drink, forcing her to put it down on the counter and cough briefly. She looked back at Vergil, who was looking at her with his usual cold and calm expression.
"Um… well, I… didn't get around to it." She answered.
"Odd." Vergil replied. "You seemed rather determined to do so the last time we spoke."
"Yeah, well… Things… got in the way…"
Saphron looked down at her Beverage, a look of uncertainty forming. Her relationship with Terra was something a few of the people here frowned upon. Unfortunately, that also included Terra's parents. When they first found out about their relationship, Terra and her parents became… distant from each other. Se took it pretty hard, and Saphron felt guilty, believing herself to be the cause of Terra's grief.
"Terra… her parents… if I propose… what if I make things worse?" she asked out loud.
Knowing the story with Terra's parents already, as Saphron could be a bit loose-lipped after a few. He understood what she meant. And so, he answered with-
"To quote my uncle… To hell with them."
Saphron suddenly straightened up, looking at Vergil with a look of surprise.
"Tell me. Whe you told your parents about Terra, how did they react."
"… Oddly enough, they weren't upset." Saphron answered. "Surprised, yes, but… they were happy for me, and that I found someone I love."
"And that's part of what being a parent's all about." The Dark Slayer continued. "To show support and love for their child, whatever path they take. If her parents can't accept that part of her, then never mind them. She should just focus on the fact that she loves you, correct?"
Saphron gave him a small smile, with a set of worried eyes.
"You know these kinds of things aren't easy." She stated.
"They never are." Vergil agreed. "But would you really let the opinions of others affect your happiness?"
"…" This time, Saphron's eyes began to glimmer with hope. She let out a small laugh before saying "For a guy who can be as cold as ice… you're not such a bad guy."
Vergil finished the rest of his water. "I simply don't wish to see the wills of others restrained in such a fashion." He stated. "'Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained'. Tell me, Saphron. How strong is your desire to be with the one you love?"
Saphron was silent for a moment, looking down at the counter, Soon, though she looked up, looking more determined than before. She stood up and gave the Dark Slayer a light hug, which seemed to irritate him slightly, but did his best to hide it.
"Thanks for the talk." She said. "Next time you'll see me, you'll be looking at an honest woman." She said.
With that, Saphron left the bar, leaving Vergil by himself. He turned back to face the counter, just about to order another drink, when he saw sticking out from within his jacket. He took it out, seeing that it was the letter Qrow gave him earlier.
"… Let's see what you've been up to." He said, opening the envelope and began reading what was inside.
Hi Vergil,
Hope your mission is going well. I heard you're headed to Argus, Dad told me that it's a cool city… thank god Mom was there to stop him from making another pun.
Good news, Yang will be starting her last year in Signal soon. She's looking forward to it, since she's planning to go to Beacon like Mom and Dad did. I bet its going to be awesome.
Oh, also, before I forget, I worked on those exercises you told me to do to work on my hand to hand… why do you have to be so mean? T-T
Anyway, I hope that your mission in Argus goes well. Show them what happens when you mess with Big Brother Vergil. Oh yeah!
Lots of love,
Ruby.
P.S.
I've got a surprise for you when you get home. I think it could help on your missions. Okay, later.
"Hmph." Vergil sounded with a smile.
Vergil put the letter away and stood up from his chair, leaving a small tip for the man behind the counter.
Vergil exited the bar, his expression becoming slightly darker than before. When he was far enough away, he looked up towards a nearby lamp post. Perched on it was a raven with red eyes. Hidden well enough to go unnoticed for some…
But not him.
Vergil created a summoned sword, aiming and firing at the raven. The bird had only a split second, but it was able to move out of the way, avoiding any kind of harm. The bird flew down, gliding right part Vergil's head. After a moment, Vergil turned around, seeing that there wasn't a raven behind him anymore… or rather, a different one.
Standing before him was a woman with long, black hair that was tied with a red sash and red eyes, sporting red and black armor gauntlets that had a few samurai influences, a red and black short-cut dress, a short skirt and long black boots with red soles. She carried a sheathed sword by her side.
"That was rather rude. You tried to hurt me." She said mockingly.
"I'll try harder next time." Vergil replied, his tone reaching ice-cold levels.
The woman placed a hand on her hip and gave him a dark grin. "You had a nice conversation with that woman. Acquaintance of yours?"
"Why are you here, Raven?" Vergil said, readying his hand in case he needed to summon the Yamato.
"Straight to the point, as usual…" Her smile slowly faded, as she stood up straight, seeming to deliver some serious news. "Vergil. I have a request for you-"
"I have no interest in helping you." Vergil said to her. "Whatever request you have, take it up with someone else."
Raven narrowed her eyes at the young man. "You should here me out before turning down the request."
"… As I said. Take it up with someone else." Vergil said, turning to walk away."
"Amber Autumn."
Before he could take a single step away, Vergil froze at the mention of that particular name. Slowly, he turned back, the woman looking at Vergil with the smug smile of victory.
"How do you know her." Vergil asked, now summoning the Yamato.
"So now I have your attention." Raven said to him. "… She was attacked. Some time ago actually. I'd say it was around a year, now."
"…"
Vergil felt his cold fury further grow. The woman Raven spoke of was a Huntress in training Vergil had met on his travels. While skilled and ready for action, there was something else about her that made her unique. A secret that, no doubt, would kill her if more people knew.
"Where is she now?" he asked.
"I could tell you… but first…" she walked over towards the lamp post and leaned against it, "Will you take my request?"
Vergil gritted his teeth. This woman was always a pain in his backside. She always seemed to know everything, working to be one step ahead of her enemies. How was it she knew of Amber? And what is it she wanted from her?
"… What is it you request?"
Raven pushed herself off the lamp post.
"There's an item in the Schnee family mansion that is of great interest to me. Retrieve it, and I will tell you where she is."
Vergil partially unsheathed the Yamato with his thumb.
"I assure you, I won't go back on my word." She said to him.
"That is all you do." Vergil stated.
Raven then glared at Vergil. "This is to benefit my tribe. And I know how powerful you are. I've learned the hard way it's not best to double cross you."
"…" Vergil, after a moment of thought, fully sheathed the sword with an audible click.
"What is it you'd have me retrieve… mentor?" he asked, saying the title begrudgingly.
Raven pulled out a photograph, handing it to the Dark Slayer. Vergil looked at the photo, not a single reaction from him until he looked away from the photo.
"Why do you need…"
When Vergil looked up, Raven was gone, a few feathers floating down to the ground were all that remained. Vergil's glare softened, happy to no longer be troubled by the woman's presence. Vergil took one more glance at the photo, looking slightly perplexed at what he was seeing.
If what he was seeing was correct, the it looked like Raven isn't looking for him to steal something.
She wants him to kidnap Winter Schnee.
And, that's that for this chapter.
So, there's another part of Vergil's story told. As you can see, I had Raven become Vergil's former mentor, which i figured would help inspire that fighting style we all know and love.
Also, the Knucker Grimm was based off of a type of Dragon I read about a while ago. I thought i'd add one in, since we got the Wyvern, a bit of variety in the dragons, you know?
And also, while I wasn't originally planning on adding it into the story so soon, I wrote the scene with Vergil and Saphron to highlight how Vergil is still serious in idea that might carves your path, but in a way to show that he's a bit more... human, i guess. Hope i did it justice, if not, than i'll try and learn for next time. plus now Saphron has more courage to propose to Terra now. YAY LOVE!
Right, that's all i have to say for the time being. If anyone has any questions, PM me. And don't forget to leave a review, feel free to say what you liked or hated, just don't be rude about it.
Right, that's enough