Entry lXX:
Once again, I have been defeated. This human, this man, has become far more powerful with the use of the red orbs and also he has found the Ifrit. The gauntlets created in the depths of the Underworld that are capable of unleashing the fires of Hell upon any he chooses.
He survived the bonding of the gauntlets. Any other normal human would never have survived such a trial. I have to admit a grudging respect. And...And he IS demonic. But his aura, it is not dark. Not like those of us who reside in the Underworld. This...Strange being has light in him.
The light shines from his soul. It is frightening. He is strong, in heart and body.
I fought him again. And he defeated me. I must gather my strength. If I have to face him again, this next time, I will not hold back. Even if it means...Killing him.
For some reason, that seems to be the most disturbing thought of all. If we meet again, it will be a battle to the death.
I must gain my strength so for now, I shall stay here. I am in my chambers. I will not be disturbed. And I cannot sense his presence anymore.
This is a good thing. His presence...It...Does something to me. I cannot understand it.
When I close my eyes, I have vague impressions flitting through my mind's eye. Of a child, no, two children. Both with the silver hair such as that human's and...Much like my own is actually. No, this can't be. It's not possible. That would mean, I am human, or part. I cannot possibly be.
I will not believe it.
Entry XX:
I have tried to leave my chambers. Just to walk the grounds and I found I cannot leave. I am to be banished like a chastised child here, until I am called again. My failures...Are unforgivable. I must stay here until I gain strength and my mind clears.
Right now, I have so many things I am thinking at once, it confuses me further. My head is still pounding. It was so excruciating at one point I could do no more than lie on the floor and hold it. I feared it would truly explode.
My Lord Mundus has warned me that should I fail again, it would not be tolerated. I would be destroyed. Somehow, I feel fate has taken a turn for the worse.
I see something...It is in my mind, I am playing with another child, he is...Silver haired, and has light blue eyes. I hear his voice, he is saying the name "Vergil." I feel a sense of recognition. Am I dreaming?
Perhaps if I just sit here and write what I am seeing in my mind, I can come back later and look back upon it and perhaps it will all become more clear...Yes, that may work. I shall allow my subconscious to take over.
From here on...
I am a child. I am playing with another who is much like me in age and appearance. I see...I see a woman, she is beautiful. Dark blue eyes, oh they shine with love and light. She has a gentle voice, a gentle hand. I find myself looking to her. She calls to us..."Dante, Vergil, come in now. It's late."
What was I doing? I get up off the ground, it was cool, and damp. Grass? I was...Playing...What does that mean? We...we were playing with...Cars. Racing. He is my brother, my twin. We are the same age. My twin! How could I forget such a thing? The woman, is human! Oh God! Mother! My mother! I start walking toward the house, and feel...I am on the ground again, my brother has tackled me to the ground. We start wrestling. We are laughing.
Laughter, is such a painful memory. I haven't laughed in years. I was actually...Happy. I was loved. Oh it hurts so. It hurts! They loved me.
My mother...She is there, she has put us to bed, and told us a story...About our father. Somehow, it seems this is something that happened often. My brother, is full of questions, as am I. We are satisfied finally. And she kissed us goodnight, ran her hand over our hair and...Oh the pain of remembering. I feel as if...As if the heart I should not have is breaking!
Perhaps this is my punishment. No, do not think of that...I see, a bed above mine and now it is dark. My brother was saying something to me, I can't remember what it was. I do remember saying something like "Be quiet! Dante, we're gonna get in trouble. Mom can hear us."
I see him looking over the bed down at me, he's stuck his tongue out at me. He's annoying from what I can remember feeling. But, I tolerate him, because he is my other half.
My missing half...
The pain, it's unbearable! I loved my brother eventhough he irritated me endlessly. He'd constantly pick on me. But when it came down to it, we stood together. Always, even in school, when someone would pick on either of us, we'd stand together. We always said we'd make a great team.
I remember more now. I liked to read, he liked to go out and play. My...Our, mother would lament that I wasn't one for going outside all that much. I was the shy one of the two of us. Dante...Was the more outgoing, more adventurous. He'd be the one that would think of things for us to do. We got in so much trouble together...How I miss him.
He said something...Birthdays? What's a birthday? I cannot remember...It...It seems important for some reason. "Our birthdays are tomorrow Vergil, wonder what Mom got us? I hope it's that bike like Larry's! I told her I wanted one. You know? It's so cool, if I get one like his, I could pop real wheelies then. Maybe even she's gonna give us something of Dad's. She said something like that. Wonder what it is? You suppose it's one of the swords? That'd be great! We could fight then. Fight the monsters. We could be real knights! Like Daddy was."
I rolled my eyes, and snorted at him, "Sure Dante. For one, Dad's swords are bigger than we are yet. And Mom isn't going to let us near those guns either. Maybe she's got us something even more cool! Like...Like...I don't know."
"What could be cooler than one of the swords? I want Force Edge! It's awesome!"
Awesome was a word he'd learned earlier, and used often. It seemed to express everything he was unable to find words for, I recall. My brother, the rebel. The one who had to be tied down to even begin to open a book. He looked at it like the very tortures of Hell. And going to...Church? Mother took us to Mass every Sunday. We were even beginning catachism. Ohhhh, I remember more now.
Father Murphy, I wonder...If Dante remembers him? Dante...It's you, isn't it. You are the one I have been fighting. I have faced my own...
The pain is overwhelming now. I cannot go on.
I cannot form a reasonable thought. I must stop.
Entry XXl:
Having read back upon the past entry, I find myself feeling as melancholic as the Melancholy Soul. How can I continue this fight? Knowing? I have the amulet in my hand now. I am looking at it. The last thing I carry of my father. Or my family it appears. I have been taken from them. What happened to my mother?
I can sense the rage inside the human. My brother...My brother! My God, how could I have turned so much against him! I have become a monster myself. The very thing my mother always said my father was not, never would be, I have become. How could I have betrayed so much, and not known?
I feel...I feel something, it is becoming overwhelming. The pain. It is around my heart. The heart I should not have, and has been hidden from me for so long. It is beating. It is breaking. How could I have done this?
I know...I remember...I...Cannot...Go on.
Entry XXll:
This is the final entry, I fear. Mundus is aware of my knowlege. The knowlege that I was never to have. Or have remembered. I am Vergil, the other son of Sparda. My twin brother Dante, is the one who has come to keep Mundus from coming back. Mundus is the one who is responsible for his and my coming here.
He has warned me, no, promised me, that if I fail this time. My brother will face a far worse fate than even I will. He has forced me to see what happened. All those years ago. When...When my mother was murdered. I can't face those memories. Long supressed, the horror of that night.
Dante screaming...I was screaming as well.
I remember being grabbed, before our mother could save both of us. She died for us. She tried to protect us. Mundus made SURE I saw all of it. I died a little more I think.
Oh my brother! It is with a heavy heart that I must face you again. And I wish...No, I pray, that you will find this and see, and understand, that what I must do, is the one thing I was not capable of doing before. I must end this. For you cannot face the Hell I have lived all this time.
I will not allow such to happen to you. Perhaps, I still do carry some humanity within me.
I pray...Yes, I pray that I will be spared the fate that awaits me. It is far worse than Hell. For I will be no more.
I feel something strange, like a warmth entering me. Perhaps, fate will be kind after all.
But before that happens, I must do this one last thing.
I must tell the truth of all that has happened to me.
When I was a child, I was taken by the forces that have since twisted my reasoning and basically hypnotized me for the past 20 years. I lost who I was and what I was. Until now. My brother has come for vengeance against the forces that destroyed his family. I am the last of his family. He does not know. And I if I cannot succeed, he will not know, at least until the time is right.
I have been living among the demons as one of them. I am half demon myself. I am a son of Sparda. The knight who turned against all he knew and rebelled against the atrocities of Mundus. Mundus, bastard spawn of the devil! I spit upon your name. I loathe you with every cell of my being! To think, I followed you like a mindless sheep to the slaughter for all this time.
Believed your lies! Your deceit! How could I do such things? How could I have turned against everything our father honorably stood up for? He had the courage to stand against you!
Now, you force my hand against the one who carries the flame my father held so proudly. You force me to kill him. You tell me the fate that awaits him is far worse than the one that I've lived these past two decades. I cannot let that happen! If I must kill him to keep him from you, I shall.
But know this Mundus, I will fight him with honor, until the bitter end.
If I fail, I have one last thing that will help him. You will not keep me from helping him this last time. It is all I have. All I can do to make sure that he defeats you. I hope, should I fail that he can find the inner strength that he bares, that I now sense is within him, to destroy you. If I should fail, then he must not.
He does not know that the woman you have created; Yes, I see it now, the woman, Trish, who looks like our mother, is another of your sick creations. You knew didn't you? You knew he could not turn his back on one such as her. At least I have honor! I would never have done something so heinous as play these sick mind games. How could you? How could you have done something so ruthlessly evil as bring one such as her into his life? He will be further demoralized. And she's a twisted version of what our mother was. Our mother was a beautiful being. This..This CREATURE is nothing like her. You failed Mundus, for Dante will see her for what she is.
Of course, if she fails, you will just smite her down as you have everything else, once its usefulness has come to its end. As you did Griffon, as you will me. I know, I know even if I do succeed in murdering my own flesh and blood, that my existance will be ended as well.
But one thing you did not count on, was I HAVE a soul! Yes, I am half-human, and though that soul was black as anything in Hell could be, I have found the light. I shall laugh as you fail to take me down. You may take my body, but my soul will live on.
God willing...I have remembered what I am. And I have asked for forgiveness from the very one who created us all. And there is nothing you can do to stop that. I just hope He will forgive me for what I am about to do. A crime as old as time itself, as Cain murdered Able, so shall I kill my own flesh and blood.
My twin. My beloved other half. I do not know you now. I wish I did, I wish I could have been there for you all this time.
It's too late for regrets. It is far too late...
Before I go, I must do one last thing.
He is coming closer, I must finish this, and hope...