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Vergil felt a stomach churning dizziness as he entered the watery portrait. Everything he saw seemed to ripple and toss about here and there. Finally after a while of spinning Vergil saw a clear image this time. An image of a bedroom.
Suddenly the floor began to sink and he was sinking along with it. He tried to lift himself off the sinking ground but he seemed to be glued onto the floor.
All of a sudden Vergil felt a crushing pain. He felt as if he were being squeezed into a box. He began to scream wildly in pain. He noticed that the ground was rising now. The next minute Vergil was launched off the ground and out of the portrait and onto the hard tiled floor of the bedroom, which he had just seen moments ago.
Vergil grunted as he got up.
"Well that was uncomfortable", said Vergil disdainfully.
He looked around at the unfamiliar area. It seemed to have a red hue. It probably belonged to a royal personality as the room was strewn with costly and grand looking items with a magnificent bed which looked extremely tempting to sleep on despite the fact that it was had cobwebs and was torn here and there in small corners.
The one item, which Vergil observed most, was a statue of a woman's head whose eyes were covered in a cloak and a steel ball like object was fitted into her mouth. There also seemed to be a slit on her neck. A rather big one. Bigger than the breadth of a normal knife anyway. But Vergil knew what this statue was.
It was the Melancholic Lady and the sphere inside her mouth was the Melancholic soul. And the slit signified that something had to be inserted inside. The something was the decorated sword known as the Death sword.
Also the mirror beside it emitted a weird aura from it.
"Mirror to the Bloody realm…" Vergil said to himself.
Vergil sighed and walked to a double door to his left. He placed his hands on the knobs and tried to open it.
It wouldn't budge.
He tried again… this time a bit harder. It still wouldn't open. He nudged it harder but the doors didn't move.
Vergil sighed again "Typical…"
He turned and walked to the other normal door. He brought his hand on the doorknob again and pulled. It opened.
Vergil smiled lazily "Well…whaddya know…" he said.
He walked through the entrance. When he exited the room he saw the dizziest room he had ever seen.
It was a room full of stairs. He looked down at the ground floor beneath him. Something told him that he was not to go there yet. So he began to look around and he decided on a set of stairs to his left. HE began to walk down till he reached another double door. He rolled his eyes and kicked it open.
He crossed rooms again. He was in a room filled with pillars that looked like a snake's belly. They reminded Vergil of organs as they were pulsating. There was a long red carpet spread all the way from the throne on the far end of the room to where Vergil stood.
Vergil began to walk. He looked around. He then saw a black puddle lying on the floor.
Vergil knew that a small puddle wouldn't be lying down just like that in the middle of a freakish throne room.
"Let's see now. What will happen if I," stepped into the puddle and just sank into it. He then landed into an icy room.
It was literally an icy room since the place was covered with ice. It was like a cavern version of Antarctica.
The cold seeped through the cut in Vergil's black shirt. But Vergil didn't care.
The he heard something. A tapping noise. Vergil only moved his eyes.
He slowly turned around to face several demons covered in ice. They were "Frosmiras", low ranking ice demons who weren't very powerful even though they can only be found in the demon world as demons which thrive in the demon world are generally much more powerful than an average demon.
Vergil calmly began to walk towards the demons his hand slowly reaching for his Katana.
The Frosmiras growled, and some ice particles ensued from its jaw. One by one they began to creep towards Vergil.
Vergil stopped now since his foes were moving now his hand resting on his deadly Katana. He slowly unsheathed it but to an extent of about 5 inches from the sheathe only. He would not make the first move. He would wait for the demons to try and kill him. He did not have to wait long either, since a demon just lunged at Vergil. He fully unsheathed the blade and twirled it in a blur and the demon just stood in its spot. It wasn't moving.
Vergil slipped the blade into its cover and when he did… the Frosmira fell and the upper part of it's body was separated from its lower part.
The other demons stared at the fallen comrade. Some ran away. The others timidly stepped closer to Vergil except for a four other demons who seemed bigger and more fierce were crawling cautiously towards him now.
Vergil's eyes moved from one demon to another. A small smile flickered on his face and with his thumb flicked the sword out of the sheathe just a bit. This made the other demons scatter all except for the four bulky ones who just backed away a bit. It seemed that the demons were a little angry. Their eyes flashed red and they all lunged at Vergil.
Vergil gracefully slipped away from their attacks. Two demons leaped into the air and somersaulted and then from it's stomach it shot three ice blades.
Vergil sheathed his sword again in a flash and began to spin it causing it to deflect the icy instruments of pain away.
"You are not worthy as my opponent", he said. He transformed into his sleek demonic alter ego. He sheathed his sword and thrusted himself towards the demons. They prepared their sharp talons and screeched and flung their claws at Vergil but to no avail. He was gone.
The demons looked around confusedly. Suddenly they felt a vibration under their feet. The next second they were surrounded by huge orb like shapes.
A gleam was emitted from each orb. Or rather each fast swipe by Vergil. This was another one of the Yamato blade's wonders. Vergil was moving around in top speed and surrounding the demons with quick curved slashes.
Finally the orb like slashes began to cut the demons. Vergil was nowhere to be seen. He was moving at an incredibly fast velocity. The demons wailed as they began to shatter into pieces of frost.
At last Vergil appeared. Normal again this time. He sheathed his sword and began to catch his breath. That moved which he aptly named "Orb Dash" always drained him a bit.
After a bit of recollecting he began to stride again allowing fate to decide where he should land up.
After a while of walking and more encounter with weaker and pathetic Frosmiras he finally reached a huge double door. He drew his sword out in a flash and sheathed it again. The door fell into two pieces. Vergil shook his head snickering and he walked into the new location. There was a fleet of stairs leading to a circular ice platform. Vergil began to walk down the stairs. It was then he realized that below the stairs there was a huge pit and below was boiling lava. He wondered how the heat of that surely steaming lava was not melting this place down.
Then it struck him. This area was none other than the legendary Frozen chamber. Although not impervious to heat it is able to sustain itself under ordinary volcanic lava. But if some supernatural heat comes into the picture then it would collapse.
The platform was supported by a spiral ice pillar which sunk into the depths of the lava.
Vergil leaped onto the platform and landed on its icy surface with a thud. There was no cracking sound. The ice was definitely strong. Any normal human would have slipped and fallen, but Vergil was not obviously not normal as he managed to balance himself on the ice.
All of a sudden the stairs leading to the platform began to melt away. Vergil looked around keeping his cool. Then… a huge mammoth of a demon burst through the ceiling of the cavern and landed heavily on the ice platform. It seemed to have the head of a bull and a minataur's body. It was black and it was lined with flames along its chest and it was wielding a massive jet black mallet. It roared and flames began to shoot from its mouth.
"Furiastaurus…", said Vergil. According to the Inscripttions of the dark arts this was the flame demon whose limbs were still in flaming in agony. "All the places to pick a fight and you want it here… smart move."
It was indeed a smart move. Vergil realized that Furiastaurus could easily melt this place and drown Vergil into the Lava. Though Furiastaurus would drown as well he wouldn't die. The Lava would just make him more powerful.
"Son of Sparda. You have come to challenge my might?" The huge demon asked Vergil.
"Now that would be just a waste of time. But I think you have come here for some fun… right?" Replied Vergil.
The demon roared and brought his mallet down towards Vergil. He dodged easily.
"I was a little out of amusement and I sensed your pitiful presence. So I thought I'd drop by Son of Sparda!"
"I really don't want to indulge in pointless unworthy games-" he unsheathed Yamato. "I can't resist wanting to cut up that pathetic hide of yours…."
Furiastaurus laughed heartily. "Well then.." flames were dancing around his mallet now and not ina pleasant way… "I would love to see you say that after I'm done with you son of Sparda."
"We'll see who's really going to talk. And goat boy… my name is not Son of Sparda. I lost that title… about 5 an hour ago. You will know me as" Vergil thought for a moment and a small smirk creeped on his face "Nelo Angelo"
