Spectre: All right, time for a new chapter! And we'll continue were we left off. First some review responses.


Shiroyasha Rises: I'm still undecided if it's Aether or Lumine.

HellsinkBathhall: I made some research about that. Because it's never specified what Dante or Vergil were, so I decided to label them as Nephilims but I looked further, and I realized that they are actually called Cambions but they were never referred to as such and the Nephilims were from DmC: Devil May Cry, which is the first game I played btw. Yeah Vergil wouldn't necessarily declinate or just casually slaughter anyone at this point.

Oh and have you guys seen the Harbingers? Especially Arlecchino's design, gotta love some emo Eula. Because of her controlling and self-interest nature, I might set up an appearance for her in the future if more info is released.


Chapter 3: Integrating

His ears perked up, and he looked at the upper sections of the library to find a woman observing him from above. She has fair skin, green eyes, and wavy, light honey-brown hair, which is tied in a loose side ponytail.

She wears a purple and white dress with open slits at the sides and gold embroidery, along with black gloves with pale purple trim, a large hat, black lace stockings, and black high heels, and an earring is visible on one ear.

Her appearance would be enough for anyone to describe her as a witch, as well as to to entice any men by her appeal. But Vergil wasn't so charmed by human appearances, not by a long shot.

If anything, he was already vigilant just by sensing the peculiar aura that this woman possessed. And of her own capabilities.

"And you are?", the man inquired.

The witch chuckled as she slowly went down the stairs into the lower floor. "Where are my manners? My name is Lisa, head librarian for the Knights of Favonius", she introduced herself to the seated half devil. "Like I said, it's quite rare to find keen readers like yourself these days"

His stoic visage never faltered but decided to play along with her banter. "Just as quite as having a first time for everything"

"Is this is your first visit here in Mondstadt then?", the Librarian spoke in curiosity to the unknown man, trailing a finger below her chin. "Mister..."

The man narrowed his eyes. "Vergil", he politely responded. "I am simply having my own past time. And perhaps enlightening myself on how things work around here"

A half hearted lie. A necessary one at that. "Oh? Would you tell me where you came from then?", Lisa asked, taking a seat in a char in the opposite of him. "I could say that lot about you are...out of place"

You are not incorrect in that assessment, but I must tread carefully. "I'd rather not say. Some questions are better left unsaid"

The witch looked at him for a moment, before her lips crept up a smirk. "All right, Mr. Vergil, keep your secrets. See anything you like so far?"

The swordsman put down the text he was reading, looking at the shelves around the library. "Many of the contents do not seem to match my interests at the moment. But I have yet to find a text that is worth analyzing in my visit"

Her response was a tired yawn. "Tell me about it, Mr. Vergil", she said, her tone indicating agreement. "Hundreds and hundreds of books that are just plain for my tastes"

"You seem to be interested in the more peculiar texts"

"Oh ho, and I am", the woman affirmed with a smile. "And I'd spend whatever time I could finding any while enjoying the little things in the process"

"Then I presume you are the kind that seeks adventure in the midst of boredom, are you not?"

"You flatter me, Mr. Vergil", she giggled, causing the half-demon to shift uncomfortably in his seat, having experienced these occurrences in a rare scale. "Gentlemen like yourself are quite the rarity these days.

Lisa's comment caused Vergil to raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"

"With those looks and that tongue of yours, I'd say that you steal hearts for a living", she teased.

The swordsman shrugged awkwardly at the witch's comment. Deciding to end the conversation as quickly as possible, he changed the subject. "Is it acceptable to borrow one of the texts that I had chosen?'

"Of course", the Librarian then stood up. "A little reminder, it would be greatly appreciated if borrowed books are returned in time. So come back once you are finished"

"And if I don't?"

"Oh, I don't want anything to happen to a keen reader like you", she assured him with a rather odd smile as the librarian inched closer at him and looking at him straight to the eye, though the swordsman remained stoic at the woman's approach. "So, please follow the library's guidelines and there won't be any problem"

"I'll see to it that this is returned before due", he pledged. As awkward as the conversation was to him, he felt that he needed to leave as soon as possible.

"Wonderful!", the librarian then went over to her desk and pulled out a catalog, handing it over to Vergil along with a inked quill to sign his name. Once he had done so, Vergil put away the Encyclopedia underneath his coat pocket.

"It was nice having a chat with you, but I'm afraid that I have to submit a report to the Grand Master at this time", the mage spoke up, just as the swordsman glanced behind him to find the witch giving him a wink. "So until then, I'll be seeing you around...Handsome"

Vergil merely rolled his eyes in response. Wincing at the woman's approach at him as she left the library, leaving him alone in his own devices.

If she wanted to have a conversation like that, then she could have his foolish little brother instead.


Atop the city battlements, Vergil sat in complete silence as he read over the book he had borrowed. To be familiar with the unknown world before him, he opted to borrow the Encyclopedia where he had spent the last hour reading each of the major country in Teyvat. And as far as he could tell, they bore similarities to the Human World.

As he had read of Mondstadt being the Anemo country that resembled Rennaisance Europe, he spent his time studying its neighbors. Down southwest was the Geo Country of Liyue, which had its similarities with his world's China in terms of culture. Led by the Liyue Qixing, the country is considered to be the richest country in Teyvat due to their god being the creator of the currency known as Mora and of its businesses and relations with it's neighbors.

Then there is Snezhnaya, or the Russia in Teyvat. Similar to that country's history to its Earth counterpart, it wields a military force known as the Fatui where they use both diplomacy and force to achieve their goals no matter what. Led by their Cryo Archon, or god that they called their Tsaritsa, the country has been heavily involved in diplomatic work, though certain 'interventions' had been made under their thumb.

Lastly, there is Inazuma. A country that reminded Vergil of Japan because it had shut itself off from it's neighbors just like the Tokugawa Shogunate had done. Incidentally, the country is run by the Electro Archon whom they also call Shogun.

There are a few others that he hadn't read too much about. But it didn't really concern him.

Hmmm...they had quite the background, Vergil thought, flipping a page. Curiosity had piqued within him as the possibility of finding worthy foes to test his power is out for the taking. I might just make a venture myself if given the chance.

"Make way! We have wounded here!", a guard in the city gates cried out, causing Vergil to snap out of his thoughts and look over the commotion. A small convoy of Knights had returned to Mondstadt, many were severely wounded and civilians rushed in to help the soldiers tend to them, while more than a few members of the Church's personnel had been dispatched to provide first aid to alleviate the wounds.

As Vergil saw people being carried away in stretchers, he was adamant to refuse that he pitied them of their peril. It appeared the people of this world were more efficient at taking measures during emergencies.

Maybe they were just used to things like this. But whatever the reason, the citizens flocked to see what was happening, and more than a few of them came rushing forward to find their friends or loved ones in grave condition or were, to their agony and despair, already dead when they had arrived.

Whatever that was out there, it was a bloody affair for them.

Not that it concerned him.

If they ended up losing to the weaklings that were Hilichurls, then they had proven to be unworthy to call themselves as warriors.

After all, might makes right to those who have the drive and capacity to wield such power. If they lack it, how would they be able to protect their city? Let alone themselves.

He shrugged it off, he had simply had never cared before. That was all. When he had completed his training and started his journey in pursuit of absolute power, he didn't care how many died as along as he managed to achieve it. As long as he could achieve his ideal of power.

There was simply no use of regretting decisions that have already been lost to the sands of time.

Anyone else would have fallen into self-loathing, depression, and regret after everything that has been said and done.

But Vergil kept moving forward, without any care of the world that would hold him back.

It was the life he'd known. Good nor evil, he'd carry them forward in order to sate his desire for power. Nothing more, nothing less.

There was no point in changing the past nor reminiscing about it. That's all there is too it. And he went back to his seat, watching the sky becoming dark as evening began to set in.

Now that he had already reached the amount of power that he had so craved, it was already time to search for new goals that would test him, or perhaps even give him all the more reasons why exploring this unknown land would prove to be worth his time.

But his verdict in this land so far?

Convenient as it is uneventful.

No challenge is worth testing his power as of yet, and that the lack of any demonic activity made it inconvenient to find any incentive to go out and look for 'practice partners'. The closest beings to demons so far, which were these Hilichurls, looked like mere bugs compared to actual demons residing in the Underworld, and they lacked many traits that made demons from the Underworld as symbols of pain, anger, wrath and despair to the average human.

Most of all, he hasn't found any source of power that he could acquire as preparation for a rematch with his brother.

Or perhaps, in his mind, he already had enough power that he suit his purposes, hence the lack of motivation to pursue any. Consuming the fruit of Qlipoth had already increased his power in exponential heights, even more than he had expected and desired.

But even then, he was still bested by his greatest rival.

Dante, behind his idiotic and reckless visage, had great conviction, strength, resilience. And all other qualities that made the pizza-loving buffoon worthy to carry on their father's legacy alongside him. It was through these traits that made him an formidable warrior.

Vergil wouldn't mind having to settle the score with him once more by the time he's done.

As the elder twin between the two, he should have the lead in their lifelong rivalry.

Thus the need to be stronger than ever. And he would need more than power to succeed.

While the Fruit of Qliphoth had indeed given him power, there is still much out there to be gained, especially in a world such as this one.

Hmm...perhaps finding a place to spend the evening on would be an option. If their cuisine is commendable, then perhaps there is more that I could try on, he thought before he finally closed his book.

Looking over his money pouch, Vergil had to breath out in frustration. His funds were running low from the few items he had spent on.

In his younger years, he had no need of any monetary value. When power had become his top priority and surpassed it in any value.

But if he is going to stick around before he is fully prepared to venture into this land, he would need to fill his pockets. Either had had to get a job like his foolish younger brother, or venture out slaughtering Hilichurls in their camps to find any. And he was leaning more on the latter.

Deciding to deal with the matter in the morning, he stood up and jumped from the battlements, walking towards a certain destination that interest him.


"Welcome to Angel's Share!", a moustached man with a thick beard growing under his chin, welcomed the newest customer entering the business. "How would you like your order, sir?"

Vergil took his seat and looked at the pinned board behind the man, finding any refreshments that would suit his taste.

"Anything without alcohol would suffice", the swordsman requested, taking a deep breath of suppressed frustration. Any man his age would have had no problem in consuming alcohol in a nightly basis, and he should be no different.

Well...should. But the swordsman and alcohol never really had a good record as a pair.

For some reason, or perhaps the disadvantage of being the opposite of Dante, he lacked the strength to last long when consuming alcohol. After about a few cups or sips even, he would either lose his focus or his containment. In the most livid memory he could remember, he remembered his time in Birmingham where he decided to spend the evening in a local tavern to relax after hunting down a group of demons residing there, even though he never really had to as it would mean that he would interact with these pathetic humans.

But after a couple of glasses, he was off the grid. And the next day, Vergil woke up only to find the tavern was destroyed by some unknown force. Or so he thought to himself. He couldn't really remember what happened that night.

For short, it was that day where he was a certified light weight, to his own brutal admission to that truth.

And there goes his brother who was a looney drunk who could go all night and still hold his liquor. And he had to face the revelation that it was one battle that Vergil could not hope to win, not when any 'training' couldn't do any better.

And he had to make sure to figure out a strategy as to how to avoid any drinking sessions with Dante, his friends, or even his own son Nero, who had taken a lot from his uncle.

That thought caused him to frown. A dead weight does not have to learn that his father is a light weight, Vergil thought to himself.


"Somethin' wrong, Vergil Jr.?"

Nico looked over at Nero, holding a bended wrench with his hand as he worked with the van. His face was nothing short of both annoyance and of anger, feeling as if someone had the guts to call him out but couldn't tell.

"I'm fine, I'm fine", Sparda's grandson assured his business partner, looking over at the bended wrench with his natural right arm. Why do I feel like giving my old man a fist to the face all of a sudden?


"One Berry and Mint Burst coming up!", Charles served Vergil's order, with the swordsman handing over the payment while giving him a polite nod. "Among the finest we could offer, Sir Vergil!"

Vergil held the cup of cyan liquid close to his mouth, inhaling the strong scent of fruit before he took a small sip, the flavor sending shivers as awareness spread through him, bubbles biting the inside of his cheeks as they popped.

I have to say, this is a fine beverage, the swordsman contemplated, pleased of the flavor of minted fruit. Certainly better than what I had taken at the Human World...

Indeed it had. He felt reinvigorated, feeling the power running through his veins as the energy flowed through him. He might as well say that any strike that he could make would prove deadlier than last.

The door then flew open with the bell clanking against the edge. More than a few customers inside the establishment eyed the newcomer in both recognition and familiarity as she took a seat next to the half-devil. And her appearance caused Vergil to observe her a bit more.

The woman gave an impression of a nun. She is a tall female with ghostly pale grey skin that could almost be taken as a vampire. She has choppy wine-colored hair cut short in the back, with some strands of her bangs colored a darker red. She has pale magenta eyes with cat-like light pink irises, and noticeable bags under her eyes. She a long white and black coif with red lining, a white sleeveless turtleneck top, long white gloves, and a long black and red slit skirt that partially reveals her right leg and completely reveals her left. She wears black belts around her left thigh, along with black fishnet tights and silver high-heels.

For short, it looked like a half-hearted attempt to disguise herself as one.

"The usual, Sister Rosaria?", the Bartender inquired the 'nun' in the opposite of him, who rested her chin on top of her gloved fist.

"Apple Cider", the woman, now named Rosaria said in reply, releasing a deep sigh before noticing the man's odd look next to her, to which she returned with a stone-cold expression. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing much", Vergil said in reply, sipping from his cup, and minding his own business. "Other than the Church's choice of uniform for its members"

"It's what I actually wear, nothing more than that", she clarified to him, causing the swordsman to look at her for her surprising honesty. "Besides, it's not like the other sisters could do anything about it and nor Barsibatos would have minded anyway"

Vergil was about to speak until he realized the error in her sentence. "You mean Barbatos?"

"That's what I said, Barsibatos", Rosaria clarified to him. "I work in the Church of Barsibatos"

"Is that how you refer to him?"

"Our Anemo Archon is Barsibatos, what's wrong with that?"

He wasn't sure wether or not she was purposely saying the name wrong nor she actually forgot. "Say Bar"

"Bar"

"Batos"

"Batos"

"Now say Barbatos"

"Barsibatos"

"Barbatos"

"Barsibatos"

"Barbatos", his patience was running low at her responses.

"Bartobas"

"Are you even trying anymore?"

"I only told you of our Archon", she replied without a care of the world. "And our Archon is Barsibatos", she said as if it were a genuine answer.

"You're not a nun, are you?", Vergil finally asked in order to end this wretched conversations. If being a nun is indeed a visage to hide her true intentions, could she just at least act like a part of them?

"Not at most days", she replied in a carefree tone that caused the man to sigh in irritation. "Got a problem with that?"

Vergil sighed. "Only on how you are aware about yourself"

"Not that type of work I'd like, but also the one that I had to do", she responded as the two took a sip from their respective drinks, before she straightened herself towards him. "The way I heard it, is that you've made a little name for yourself at the Adventurer's Guild"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Overheard a girl from the Adventurer's Guild saying that a man named Virgin saved her from a group of Hilichurls and helped him find his way into Mondstadt since it was quite obvious that he was lost in Springvale"

Her statement caused Vergil to nearly choke his drink (and he was thankful that Dante wasn't here because Sparda knows what he would do to him). "What?", he said in a tone akin to that of a hiss and annoyance. Does she really forget the names of anything she knew or is she really trying under his skin on purpose?

Rosaria raised an eyebrow at his reaction. "I'll clarify a few things", he began in an icy tone but remained calm and collected. "For one, I am called Vergil. And second, I was not lost. I have a map with me"

Of course he had to make up the second part. But can they really blame him for arriving in an unknown world without a direction?

The choppy wine-haired woman appeared to be unfazed by his slight outrage, continuing to sip her Apple Cider. "And you don't know how to use it, do you?", she asked in a plain tone.

This woman's insolence will be her undoing once I am done here, he breathed out. But he ultimately decided to withhold his judgement towards her. At least she wasn't Dante's level in terms of insolence or idiocy.

"Since you're a visitor, I can't say I blame you for that", the woman continued. "Just make sure to keep out of trouble while you're still here, Beryl"

The swordsman stood up as soon as he finished the rest of his drink. "I'll make sure of it Sister", he told her as he turned to leave the tavern to turn in the night. "And try to remember anyone's name next time, or there will be unwanted misunderstandings."

Rosaria was unfazed, and she kept her focus on the liquor as she called out when he's finally out the door of Angel's Share. "I'll keep that in mind, Virgin", she responded, causing the swordsman to take a deep breath to suppress his annoyance before promptly leaving to turn in for the night.


Outrider Amber knew her job was to scout and report back to HQ of her findings. If possible, take out any hostile activity should her capacity allowed it. And it wasn't out of the blue that she'd regularly clear out Hilichurl camps by herself and secure the area's safety.

But not this time though. Overlooking from a hill, Amber looked at a massive complex of Hilichurls that were swarming the area, acting as a forward base for future raids and attacks on trade routes or Favonius patrols. And her facing it alone is out of the question.

At least a five dozen Hilichurls, of all types are stationed here in their makeshift base, Amber wrote down her findings in a piece of paper just as she observed the complex. She carefully calculated the amount of manpower needed to clear it out, which would have her request the aid of Captains Eula or Kaeya for effective results.

Until something caught her eye, and with it, her attention

A black silhouette calmly walked in the surrounding areas. As he neared, Amber clearly saw the man in black holding a sheathed blade that isn't modeled based on Mondstadt's design. She couldn't recall anyone in the city fitting his description, meaning he had to be somewhere else.

Where could he had come from?, Amber wondered. Liyue? Fontaine?

But she quickly snapped out of her thoughts and her eyes widened in alarm and of realization.

The direction he was taking, was leading right into the massive Hilichurl camp.

The Outrider quickly and stealthily left her position to intercept the man before he could get closer. As she neared several feat away from him, she attempted to get his attention. By waving her hands or whistling, it wasn't working. And he continued his trek as to where the camp is located.

"Wait, stop!", she called out to him. "It's too dangerous out here!"

She would later regret that action seconds after she did.

Because by doing so, more than a few Hilichurls heard the commotion that made more than a few scouts go ahead and charged at the man, clubs and shields at the ready.

But the man continued his walk like he didn't hear anything.

Amber could only brace herself at the man's peril.

But her fear turned into amazement.

A blue spectral halo surrounded the man, dissolving into six separate wisp-like objects. Shifting, they took the form of swords orbiting the man's form as he continued walking into the massive complex, just when the scouts continued their charge.

One by one, the six swords shot towards them in such speed that not even her skill in the bow could attest to that.

And one by one, six Hilichurls dropped dead with a spectral sword pierced through their skulls or through their torsos.

Before Amber could even blink, the man had vanished in a flurry of black and turquoise particles. And when she did, the man was already at the middle of the camp, surrounded by dozens of Hilichurls of all types as they took their attention onto him.

Keeping her eyes open, Amber witnessed the man held up his sheathed blade, he brought a thumb to sword's hilt guard. In a second, a burst of energy pushed back the surrounding Hilichurls, and the man completely unsheathed his blade from the scabbard.

What the Outrider saw next, was almost like something out from a mythical fable.

The swordsman jumped as five Hilichurls attempted to land onto him. With a single twirl of his blade, their torsos separated from their bodies as they hit the ground, and he dashed towards another group with a single draw from his blade, their fates sharing as the previous group.

Almost in instinct and without looking, he launched his scabbard behind him, impaling two Hilichurls. A silver arch surrounded another group that bisected them as he threw his blade like a boomerang before expertly landing onto his hand, dashing from one Hilichurl to the next with a single slash until he reached the airborne impaled Hilichurl where he sheathed his blade backwards and retrieving it.

Amber almost couldn't believe what she was seeing. It looked as if he and his blade are one the same, their fluid movements intertwining with another with precision and grace. And the entire ordeal was as if were mere child's play to him.

He's barely putting any effort, if at all!

But her amazement was quickly replaced with worry as the rest of the camp's residents charged at the intruder. But the man remained composed, focusing his concentration and everything around him.

Before she could yell a warning, he drew his blade once more.

And a second later, he calmly returned it back to its scabbard.

Every Hilichurl that surrounded him, all fell before him, hacked to pieces as the area surrounding him were sliced to precision. Even the more powerful shield and mace wielding Mitachurls whose weapons were cut like they were nothing.

"Jack-"

In a force of instinct at the last second, the man refrained from finishing that word by biting his tongue.

This was not the the training that I had anticipated, he thought, rolling the body of a dead Mitachurl with his foot where he saw its soulless eyes looking right at him. But it would serve as a proper warm up as compensation.

Looking over the destroyed tent, the man entered and found a chest that contained his needs. And with a single stomp of his boot, the lock broke as the container finally opened. Inside it were a sizable number of 'Mora', and pink-colored ores and a pocket-watch, to which he promptly kept as a souvenir for his travels.

The Outrider couldn't believe her eyes. Incredible!, Amber marvelled at the man's impressive footwork that would make even the most expert swordsmen blush. Not even Captains Kaeya, Eula or even the Grandmaster had displayed such a performance.

It caused a single question to ring in her head. Who is he exactly?

But the man soon stood still, glancing behind him and Amber immediately kept herself hidden from view. Does he know where I am?

Before the Outrider knew it, she felt a presence behind her that caused her vigilance to crumble at the next second. Trembling, she looked up to the towering figure of the same man behind her. He was displeased as he was greatly annoyed by her presence. In his hand, held his blade, unsheathed from its scabbard and pointing it inches near at her temple.

In a few seconds that felt like eternity, Amber felt as if death's cold hand was breezing through her. Feeling the chill of despair by the hard gaze from his blue eyes, Amber tried to utter a few words to reason with him. But whatever words that could escape her throat was quickly repressed by the utter fear that took over her.

She was already praying that if it's going to end this way, she wished that it would be a quick one. But the man lowered his blade, and stored it back into his scabbard.

Vergil, as ruthless and cold-blooded as he is when it comes to people that displease or prove themselves to be an annoyance, would not harm an individual who had not posed a threat to him. And the frightened girl's ears rang when his cool, calm voice escaped his lips.

"Run along if you have nothing else to do"

It wasn't a request that she protested or even responded to. As quickly as she could, she took his advice and ran in the opposite direction of him, glancing behind her to see if he was following her until she could no longer do so.

She would have to think how to explain all of this to the Grand Master once she came back to Mondstadt.


Spectre: Chapter over. Decided to give Vergil some interactions with the other cast, though I decided to make fun of him a little by putting the Stewie Griffin reference through Rosaria (she's my current main btw)

Next chapter will have him personally become acquainted with the other cast. And maybe even show them a thing or two along the way

So until then, leave a review!