CROSS, XXXX During the Cross, all barriers between the worlds had broken down. Causing unimaginable destruction, we're going to on one such event, in the realm of Mundus. When the Cross occurred, all spiritual barriers had broken down, allowing the Daedric princes to appear on Nirn, they unleashed all their forces on Tamriel, wreaking havoc and slaughtering thousands. What they had not anticipated was that someone would stand against them, someone who was as demonic as them but more powerful, someone descended from The Dark Knight Sparda. Vergil. After he had cut down the Qliphoth, he had been trapped with his brother in the underworld for what seemed like an eternity. But after so long trapped he felt the very foundations of the underworld rumble and shake as he was separated from his brother. After awakening he found himself on a bloody battlefield filled with the corpses of men, a banner behind them depicted a bear roaring Vergil: "what happened here?"
Before Vergil could proceed, he was ambushed by black skinned demons clad in dark armor with red marks on their faces Dremora: "you trespass on the domain of Lord Peryite, mortal, submit or be destroyed!"
Vergil: "more underworld demons? It seems they've invaded the world again. I'll just have to cleanse them"
Demon invasions were nothing new to Vergil, from foolhardy mad scientists who wanted godhood, or sealed princes of darkness, or even Himself. He could handle whatever came his way. As he journeyed through the ruined battlefield, he heard the stomps of horses drawing near, before him appeared an army of warriors being led by a man clad in steel armor resembling a bear ?: "Halt! Who are you? What brought you to this battlefield?"
Vergil: "I am Vergil, Son Of Sparda. I have no recollection of how I came here" ?: "I am Ulfric, Jarl of Windhelm, I lead the fight against the Daedra. Tell me, who is your father, Sparda?" Vergil felt insulted by Ulfric's question, how could he not know the glory of Sparda?! Vergil: "Sparda was the legendary Dark Knight who sealed the Demon King Mundus in the underworld. I follow in his footsteps. What evil lurks... I must destroy" Ulfric: "then we are of the same cause, Son Of Sparda. Come, join us to wipe out the evils of Oblivion"
Vergil: "with pleasure..."
Vergil embarked with the forces of Windhelm to hunt down the Daedra, as they traveled the snow faded and the skies became clear. Ulfric: "we have arrived in White run. Arm yourselves, I've heard it's under siege" They rode quickly towards Whiterun and attacked the seiging Dremora, the force wasn't too big, and Vergil easily obliterated them with the power of Yamato. Ulfric stood astonished Ulfric: "by the gods, what manner of blade is that?" Vergil: "it is The Yamato, the sword of the Dark Knight, passed down to me on my 12th birthday. My brother received the other powerful sword" Ulfric: "your brother, where is he now?" Vergil: "I don't know. I have no recollection of him arriving here with me" In the distance, they heard sounds of an army marching, they looked on the horizon. They didn't resemble the Dremora, and they were flying a red flag depecting a golden dragon Vergil: "what... Is that...?..." Ulfric: "the damned imperials. Most likely here to offer their "protection" to the Jarl of Whiterun"
Vergil: "what's your quarrel against them?"
Ulfric: "it's a long story. They lost a war and then they banned from worshipping our Nordic God-Hero" Vergil: "do we attack?"
Ulfric: "by all means"
The stormcloaks charged at the imperials. Before they were halted by the sound of hideous screaming as the Dremora rose from the ground, the imperials and Stormcloaks for once put their differences aside and charged on the Dremora. As Vergil slew through the horde he became separated from the rest of the Stormcloaks, and right when he had finished, he heard a very familiar gunshot. He turned around, expecting to block a bullet, only to find it lodged in a Dremora's head behind him. The creature fell, and behind it stood the red-coated legendary devil hunter, his brother, Dante... Dante: "your hearing's getting worse, Vergil" Vergil merely chuckled at his brother's remark, Classic Dante. Vergil: "well, we should be finishing this soon"
Dante: "agreed, let's wrap it up" The Brothers descended upon the black skinned demons, slaughtering them with ease, the entire army was no match for the combined might of The Sons Of Sparda. After the dust settled, both imperials and Stormcloaks were shocked at the might of the brothers Tulluis: "what in oblivion are you doing, Dante?! He's with the Stormcloaks!" Dante: "no, he's with me. He's the guy I told you about."
Ulfric: "Vergil, have you lost your mind, you're standing with an imper-" Vergil put his hand up, silencing Ulfric Dante: "we'd love to stay and chat. Buuuuut we should really be going now, demons aren't gonna wipe out themselves" As they turned to leave, a dark abyss appeared in the sky. And from it, fell the Lord Of Domination himself, Molag Bal Molag Bal: "who dares challenge me?! I will enslave you all!" Dante and Vergil just laughed to themselves Dante: "buddy, if I had a nickel for everytime somebody said that, I'd have 5 nickels..." Vergil: "now, Dante!" On cue, Dante threw one of his guns to Vergil, who caught it right out of the air. Together, The Two Brothers Took Aim... Dante And Vergil: "JACKPOT!" THE LEGEND CONTINUES...
Before Vergil could proceed, he was ambushed by black skinned demons clad in dark armor with red marks on their faces Dremora: "you trespass on the domain of Lord Peryite, mortal, submit or be destroyed!"
Vergil: "more underworld demons? It seems they've invaded the world again. I'll just have to cleanse them"
Demon invasions were nothing new to Vergil, from foolhardy mad scientists who wanted godhood, or sealed princes of darkness, or even Himself. He could handle whatever came his way. As he journeyed through the ruined battlefield, he heard the stomps of horses drawing near, before him appeared an army of warriors being led by a man clad in steel armor resembling a bear ?: "Halt! Who are you? What brought you to this battlefield?"
Vergil: "I am Vergil, Son Of Sparda. I have no recollection of how I came here" ?: "I am Ulfric, Jarl of Windhelm, I lead the fight against the Daedra. Tell me, who is your father, Sparda?" Vergil felt insulted by Ulfric's question, how could he not know the glory of Sparda?! Vergil: "Sparda was the legendary Dark Knight who sealed the Demon King Mundus in the underworld. I follow in his footsteps. What evil lurks... I must destroy" Ulfric: "then we are of the same cause, Son Of Sparda. Come, join us to wipe out the evils of Oblivion"
Vergil: "with pleasure..."
Vergil embarked with the forces of Windhelm to hunt down the Daedra, as they traveled the snow faded and the skies became clear. Ulfric: "we have arrived in White run. Arm yourselves, I've heard it's under siege" They rode quickly towards Whiterun and attacked the seiging Dremora, the force wasn't too big, and Vergil easily obliterated them with the power of Yamato. Ulfric stood astonished Ulfric: "by the gods, what manner of blade is that?" Vergil: "it is The Yamato, the sword of the Dark Knight, passed down to me on my 12th birthday. My brother received the other powerful sword" Ulfric: "your brother, where is he now?" Vergil: "I don't know. I have no recollection of him arriving here with me" In the distance, they heard sounds of an army marching, they looked on the horizon. They didn't resemble the Dremora, and they were flying a red flag depecting a golden dragon Vergil: "what... Is that...?..." Ulfric: "the damned imperials. Most likely here to offer their "protection" to the Jarl of Whiterun"
Vergil: "what's your quarrel against them?"
Ulfric: "it's a long story. They lost a war and then they banned from worshipping our Nordic God-Hero" Vergil: "do we attack?"
Ulfric: "by all means"
The stormcloaks charged at the imperials. Before they were halted by the sound of hideous screaming as the Dremora rose from the ground, the imperials and Stormcloaks for once put their differences aside and charged on the Dremora. As Vergil slew through the horde he became separated from the rest of the Stormcloaks, and right when he had finished, he heard a very familiar gunshot. He turned around, expecting to block a bullet, only to find it lodged in a Dremora's head behind him. The creature fell, and behind it stood the red-coated legendary devil hunter, his brother, Dante... Dante: "your hearing's getting worse, Vergil" Vergil merely chuckled at his brother's remark, Classic Dante. Vergil: "well, we should be finishing this soon"
Dante: "agreed, let's wrap it up" The Brothers descended upon the black skinned demons, slaughtering them with ease, the entire army was no match for the combined might of The Sons Of Sparda. After the dust settled, both imperials and Stormcloaks were shocked at the might of the brothers Tulluis: "what in oblivion are you doing, Dante?! He's with the Stormcloaks!" Dante: "no, he's with me. He's the guy I told you about."
Ulfric: "Vergil, have you lost your mind, you're standing with an imper-" Vergil put his hand up, silencing Ulfric Dante: "we'd love to stay and chat. Buuuuut we should really be going now, demons aren't gonna wipe out themselves" As they turned to leave, a dark abyss appeared in the sky. And from it, fell the Lord Of Domination himself, Molag Bal Molag Bal: "who dares challenge me?! I will enslave you all!" Dante and Vergil just laughed to themselves Dante: "buddy, if I had a nickel for everytime somebody said that, I'd have 5 nickels..." Vergil: "now, Dante!" On cue, Dante threw one of his guns to Vergil, who caught it right out of the air. Together, The Two Brothers Took Aim... Dante And Vergil: "JACKPOT!" THE LEGEND CONTINUES...