The Fallen Angel
Part four
Vergil strode down the passageway, heading towards the portal. His instructions were simple. Wait at a pre-determined location, and eliminate Dante on sight. Mundus had promised that whoever killed him would be greatly rewarded, but this didn't interest Vergil in the slightest. With the fully-powered Sparda sword, Vergil would be the one in control, where he belonged. Vergil silently gloated over this inevitability when suddenly a figure stepped out from around a corner in front of him, and blocked his way. It was a tall demon, wearing silver armor.
"So, its Mundus' pet," the devil growled.
"What do you want, Bolverk?" Vergil replied impatiently. Bolverk was one of the powerful elder devils who had disapproved of Vergil's place in the past.
He had a special vendetta against Vergil, as Bolverk and Sparda had once been close allies, before a deadly betrayal left them fierce enemies.
"I understand you will have a key part in Mundus' re-emergence," Bolverk barked. "I must say I seriously doubt his judgement. I, a powerful and ancient demon, the knight who fought the traitor Sparda, should be a hero, the one who aids Mundus' triumphant return. Instead he chose you, less than half a century old and the son of the one who betrayed us all." Bolverk spat on the ground in disgust.
"Well, that's just how thing turned out," Vergil replied smugly. He walked past Bolverk, and after a few steps turned back.
"Why don't you go walk your dogs or something."
Bolverk made to draw his sword, but decided better of it.
"Your sly tongue will get you into deadly trouble one day, son of Sparda. Thats if it hasn't already." He stormed down the passage in a rage.
Vergil did not know what Bolverk meant by those words, and didn't care. He continued on his way.
(Next scene)
Vergil stood patiently behindan ethereal mirror awaiting Dante's entrance. As he gazed at his reflection, Vergil noted, as he had before, that in his armour he looked very similar to Sparda. Mundus' most love the irony, Vergil had always thought dryly. Suddenly the door through the reflection opened. Into the room came the brother Vergil had not seen for twenty years. Dante stared at the mirror, frowning that his reflection was not responding.
Vergil stepped forth from the mirror, in Dante's image. Then he slowly transformed into his true self. It was a unique trick of the mirror, to confuse and scare trespassers to the castle.
"Hmpth, I wondered if anyone here would be brave enough to challenge me" Dante said casually. Vergil couldn't help smiling behind his mask; his brother was as cocky as ever. Vergil pointed to the open doors at the end of the room, then ran out.
Vergil stood with his arms crossed, on a balustrade high above a courtyard. Down below Dante emerged. It was time for the brother's first duel in a very long while. Vergil leapt to the ground below, and the duel began. The two brothers fought, hacking and exchanging blows. Vergil's fighting style had changed since his transformation, he now thought offensively and defensively in equal measure. Also, Mundus had given him some new tricks.
Vergil teleported to higher ground, surprising Dante. Vergil beckoned him to follow menacingly. Dante leapt up and the fight continued. After a while, Vergil teleported again, keeping Dante of guard. This time when Dante met him Vergil did a surprise attack, knocking the wind out of Dante. Vergil followed up by slamming Dante against the wall and choke holding him. Dante's amulet slipped out of his shirt. It was time.
Vergil lunged to grab it, but suddenly a strange sensation came over his body. Vergil gasped with shock, and threw Dante to the ground. Vergil was suddenly in agony, he clutched at his head while energy exploded around his body. Confused and terrified, Vergil hovered into the air and fled, still crackling with energy.
Something had gone horribly wrong.