I don't usually make it a habit to finish my fan fictions. You have been warned. Enjoy while you can, and if I don't get many reviews that'll take away even more of my will to finish the story. So let's hope I finish this one.

Chapter One: Legacy Confrontation

Vergil ran towards the three energy dots in the sky. Electricity flickered on the dots shaped like a triangle fiercely. Vergil leaped towards the dots, and pulled out Yamato in mid-air. All this in a second, although it would've been in a split-second if he hadn't been so gravely wounded in his previous fight with his brother.

Out of nowhere, Vergil didn't get to make contact with the electrical dots. Instead, he landed in a large, round, fiery cavern where a giant statue of a bearded man sat on a giant stone chair. The statue had a third eye on the forehead, which together with the other two eyes made the pattern of the three electric red dots Vergil desperately tried to attack in vain. Vergil stood straight up, sheathing Yamato again and taking a few steps toward the statue while keeping an eye on it in case it was some sort of trick.

"Son of Sparda, bow down before me." The statue spoke in a grim voice.

Vergil slightly chuckled, although it cost him some pain in the ribs and the stomach.

"There is nothing you can do while your powers remain sealed. You are just another devil. Do not blind yourself with illusions of grandeur." Vergil remarked.

"Foolish child, my powers aren't sealed, I am only trapped in my kingdom. I can see that ignorance remains in the Sparda bloodline. It is you who shouldn't get illusions of grandeur."

"Why don't you shut up and show me your so-called mighty power then?"

Vergil prepared himself for a fight, he grabbed Yamato's handle, ready to pull it out any moment now.

"I will not kill you, son of Sparda. I have better plans for you. After all, you are the descendant of the Legendary Dark Knight. An ally like that is not easy to find."

Vergil did not understand. Mundus was defeated by Sparda and now he expected his son to fight alongside him? Something was going on that Vergil didn't know about.

"What nonsense are you saying? What makes you think I'd even be interested in working for you? I am more powerful than you, and I can prove it right now!" Vergil exclaimed in pride.

He unsheathed Yamato while running towards the stone Mundus. He screamed in honor and prepared to strike down the killer of his mother. The nemesis of his father. The key to the Underworld's power.

"Die!" Vergil yelled before swinging the katana in mid-air to hit Mundus's neck.

But then countless of demons appeared out of blue flames, and they all jumped to the spot Vergil was. Vergil dodged the first one to reach him and cut him in half through the torso. Then he jumped on the heads of each one until he landed back on the ground. Behind him, all the demons in the air split into halves and their remains disappeared into blue flames from which they came from.

"Impressive... It is easy to see that you are a son of Sparda. But that was but a mere taste of what is ahead. You are wounded, and you are exhausted; I will use this to my advantage." The Dark Prince stated.

Then, ten more blue flames appeared that transformed into more demons in a split-second. They all stood there surrounding Vergil, analyzing how they were going to attack. Vergil stood in the center, grinning slightly and examining the demons. He was slightly surprised to see which demons they were, Hell Greeds and Hell Prides, but didn't show it. When he grabbed Yamato's handle to unsheathe the sword again, all ten of the demons had got to him before he could even pull it out. They all penetrated his body from different points with their scythe, and Vergil stood there, grunting in pain; struggling to stay standing.

"As I said, you are weak and tired now, two main things one shouldn't go to battle with. Now behold how you are engulfed and defeated by your sins, pride and greed." Mundus said as he laughed afterwards.

Three more Hell Prides and two more Hell Greeds appeared in blue flames. They joined the group that was stabbing Vergil furiously and stabbed him even harder than the rest. Blood gushed like mad out of all of Vergil's stabbed points and he screamed in agony. More and more Hell Greeds and Prides kept coming and stabbing him until there were thirty in total cramming up to find a spot to keep stabbing him. Vergil then fell unconscious, not being able to withstand the pain any longer. As his vision faded from blurry to black the last sound he heard was Mundus's dark, hollow laugh.