Chapter Three: Hell's Jester
Vergil fell out of the portal on the other side, and he was in a circular room with a short pillar in the center. The room had a purple mist around it, and the pillar was illuminated by a white light that danced around with the purple mist. Vergil saw that his amulet was backwards on a slot shaped exactly like the amulet. The face-forward half was Dante's amulet, which Vergil knew he wasn't going to have for now...
"How nice... The door from Hell's side..."
Vergil walked towards the pillar and got lit by the white light from nowhere as well. He slipped his fingers around the slot, wishing he had Dante's amulet. He'd be able to open the door again and get the Force Edge back. Blood started pumping in his brain again, that grasping anger returned. He suddenly was engulfed in fury. He squeezed his hands into tight fists, but then he sighed and tried to control himself. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, slowly opening his fists again until he was calmed down.
"Angry, son of Sparda?" A screechy voice said sarcastically from behind.
Vergil quickly reacted and turned around right away. He grabbed Yamato's handle, ready to attack. But he was a bit puzzled to see who it was. Out of the purple mist, the buffoon in purple with the pointy shoes and the pointy, long nose appeared. His clothing was the exact same color as the mist, so it looked as if only his face was in mid-air in a way.
"You!" Vergil yelled.
The clown laughed a twisted laugh and took one more step forward closer so that he could be seen better among the mist he was camouflaged in.
"Hello Vergil, ya missed me? Tell me, how's Mary? Did you say hello to her for me?"
Vergil gritted his teeth and pulled out Yamato. He slashed at the demonic clown, but he pulled off his same old trick of disappearance. Then he appeared behind Vergil, and Vergil turned around right away, touching the clown's pointy nose with the tip of Yamato.
"Still feisty I see, no worries, I am used to it after the whole ordeals with your brother. I guess intolerance runs in the Sparda family..."
"Get to the point, Arkham!" Vergil ordered.
"Oh, but you see... Arkham is dead. Killed by his own daughter, Mary. Allow me to introduce myself..."
The buffoon disappeared once again and appeared in a corner of the circular room. Vergil sheathed Yamato and faced the clown, awaiting an explanation to such mad words coming out of his mouth.
"My name is Jester, and I am...well...Hell's very own jester." The demonic buffoon explained.
"Well it's a good thing to see you're now the joke you were meant to be." Vergil replied.
"Listen devil boy, I know what it is that you seek, but that is not something you will get too easily..." Jester began.
"Really? Thanks for enlightening me. The only way to get Dante's amulet is to get Dante's amulet. But thanks anyway...Jester."
"Your logic is flawed. It is not wise to assume too quickly. Remember that Dante is your brother."
"Thanks for the tip."
"Once again you assume too quickly. Remember that I speak in riddles, half-breed. If there is one thing you and your other naive half share is that you are both too predictable and intolerant."
"Is this a constructive critique session or are you going to be useful in the near future?" Vergil sarcastically asked impatiently.
"Just some friendly advice, you should take it, considering you don't have many friends in Hell to give you advice in the first place; the Underworld's populace isn't very happy that a son of Sparda decided to take an extended vacation to his father's old place..."
"Well you don't seem to be too useful to me now, I might as well kill you and get it over with..."
Vergil unsheathed Yamato once more and ran fiercely towards Jester. He slashed and not surprisingly, Jester avoided it by "teleporting" behind Vergil. Vergil turned around as soon as he saw Jester disappear and tried to hit him again. But Jester reappeared in another end of the room. Vergil ran towards him and slashed again, in vain again. He continued this routine of running towards the spot and slashing until he was exhausted. He panted, hunched in a tired position, looking at where Jester was next.
"Foolish child, now you're just being bullheaded. Think before you act." Jester spoke from behind Vergil.
But when Vergil turned his head, being too tired to turn around completely, Jester was once again gone. Vergil looked around him frantically; but this time Jester had simply disappeared. The buffoon's voice was heard echoing throughout even though he was nowhere to be seen.
You, like your brother are intolerant, stop being a little kid and start acting like a man. Do not waste your time trying to be Sparda's preferred son and begin to simply prove that you are Sparda's son; not a power-hungry fool. Find similarities between you and your brother, that is the key. Not rivalries.
And then the voice of Hell's jester disappeared, and Vergil was left there to think and analyze Jester's nonsense. He walked over to the pillar and stood there in a straight position, re-sheathing Yamato and staring deeply into his inserted half of the perfect amulet in the slot.
