Note: I want to thank Rikku for being my beta-reader. Not only that, but she encouraged me to continue and post this fic in the first place; she pushed me until I had the confidence to finish my train of thought. Hope this fic turns out at least a bit interesting. Love ya, Rikku! Thanks!
Mission 1
The invitation
Answer the call to arms.
Vergil sat in the antique chair with his feet propped up on the desk in front of him. He leaned back comfortably with his arms folded behind his head and eyes closed. The main room of his new office was filled with various keepsakes from his teenage years. A guitar and stand sat in one corner of the room with recording equipment while a pool table sat in the opposite side with a lumpy looking couch next to it. Vergil could still remember when he had to cue the balls while he always broke the rack. The desk and chair he currently occupied took up the middle space in the back, leaving a roomy enough space between him and the entrance door.
Relaxing in his new office, he listened to the silence in contentment. It had taken Vergil a large bit of work and pinched money to finally secure a decent enough place to start his business. Now all he needed to do was relax before the opening of the yet unnamed establishment. So when the phone rang blaringly into his ears, Vergil frowned at the offensive noise. He slowly opened his icy blue eyes to glare at the unexpected call. Breaking apart his makeshift pillow, Vergil stretched out to grab the ringing receiver. He brought the phone to his ear and listened for the person on the line.
"Hello? Is this Raul? Raul? Hey budd-"
"This number no longer belongs to a person named Raul. Sorry for your inconvenience." Vergil carefully set the phone back on the hook with an annoyed sigh. He hoped dearly that he did not receive many more phone calls like that. His business had not even been named yet, much less opened, and he was already getting false calls.
Leaning back in his chair once again, Vergil relaxed against its familiar wooden curve. With another sigh he closed his eyes once again, only to reopen them at the sound of the door softly swinging open.
Vergil watched a dark fellow walk in and close the door quietly behind him, then proceed to take in the furnishings of the room. As the man studied Vergil's office, he in turn studied the man from top to bottom. He was darkly tanned and looked slightly tribal in appearance with harsh features. His eyes were small, piercing obsidian orbs and his mouth was in a rigid line. The man's long, black hair was in tiny deadlocks but tied back at the nape of his neck in a manner that made him look business-like combined with the dark suit he wore.
Vergil nodded in the man's direction but waited for him to speak up first. Finally, as the man's eyes reached the last of the room's items, the man looked at Vergil and spoke.
"Are you Vergil, the half devil son of the Legendary Sparda?"
Vergil frowned at the man's words but answered nonetheless. "And if I am, Mister...?"
"Mahkra. And if you are, then I have a proposition for you." The man's eyes traveled down Vergil's body and lay to rest at his chest.
"Mr. Mahkra." Vergil followed the man's gaze down and promptly found what he was looking at. Without hesitation, Vergil purposefully reached to his necklace and stuffed it down his shirt, hiding the precious pink amulet his mother gave to him so long ago. He continued his previous line as though nothing happened. "Mr. Mahkra, what makes you think that I will work for you?"
The dark man chuckled softly and stepped up closer to the desk that separated the two. "Who ever said I wished for you to work for me? On the contrary, the request is a family matter. Your brother sent me." At that moment, Mahkra suddenly slammed his fist down on the desk and sent it shattering in all directions.
Vergil pushed off of the desk just in time before it broke and flipped backwards in his chair, coming up in a ready crouched position with the chair laying on its back just in front of him. One hand was set on the ground to steady himself while the other was held tightly in a fist as Vergil scanned the room for the stranger. However, Vergil's eyes caught sight of nothing and he slowly began to relax. Standing up carefully he flipped his chair back up with his foot and went to sit down as if nothing happened. Instead he got a chest full of scythes as the sound of breaking glass announced the appearance of several ugly demons.
Sand based entities, Vergil knew that simply attacking them enough would scatter their remains with ease. He slowly unsheathed his long sword worn at his hip. In a sudden flash of movement, Vergil slashed his sword several times in the air so quickly that the normal eye could not possibly follow. As he slashed his body slowly moved forwards with the action. He landed just in front of the initial position and sheathed his sword with a flick of the wrist. As the hilt tapped the scabbard every last one of his ghoul attackers fell into tiny pieces. Vergil glanced back over his shoulder to watch the ghoul parts vanish into sand.
"What an interesting way to invite your brother to a ball..." Vergil faced forward once again to focus on the sounds of more incoming enemies. With a determined nod, the silver haired warrior stepped towards the exit, blue coat swaying faithfully at his heels.