The Fallen Angel

Part six

Vergil stood atop a stone bridge, in a withering garden at the back of the castle. He gazed intently at the large, wooden door below and ahead of him. It would not be long before Dante made his way here. Vergil casually swung his sword through the air, in preparation for the coming battle. He would not fail this time.

Soon enough, the doors swung upon and Dante walked into the clearing. With a menacing laugh, Vergil jumped down, swinging his sword in Dante's face. Dante narrowly avoided the blow.

"So, its you again." Dante said with bemusement. "Ok, I'm up for another go."

The two brother's swords met, and they fiercely deflected each other's attacks. Dante back flipped away from Vergil and got out his handguns, firing at his opponent's chest. Vergil deflected the bullets easily. Since Dante was now at a distance, Vergil charged up a blue fire ball and threw it at him, getting another ready. Dante dodged it, and realizing his guns were ineffective, leapt in the air, planning to strike Vergil with a downward stab.

However, Vergil met him in the air and did a flying kick, sending Dante crashing to the ground.

Vergil teleported back up to the bridge and gave an evil laugh. Dante dusted himself off and glared at Vergil, then ran up the side of a wall and leapt onto the bridge. The swordfight continued. Vergil held his sword behind him, about to pull off a powerful slash, but Dante took the opportunity to perform a stinger move on his chest, knocking Vergil backwards. Furious, Vergil dashed forwards and launched a flurry of quick punches on Dante, followed by a kick that knocked him to the ground.

Vergil put his foot on Dante's chest and reached down, trying to grab the amulet around his neck. Vergil's hand went numb, and sparks flew out all around his body. Must get closer, Vergil thought desperately. The closer his hand got the harder it became. The pain was becoming uncontrollable. Almost unconscious, Vergil felt a sharp blow to his face, then the next thing he knew, he was falling to the ground. Dante had punched him in the face, and was now standing over him. Using the last of his strength, Vergil teleported himself away.

It was no use. Before Vergil had time to mull over his failure further, a darkness covered the sky, and three bright lights appeared. Mundus had arrived.

"Twice. Twice you have failed me. You are starting to become a liability. You promised me the greatest swordsman, so why haven't you succeeded? Mundus shouted furiously.

"You have those two fools to do your dirty work for you" Vergil ground out.

"Bah, Phantom has been slain. After he was defeated so easily, I warned Griffon who he was up against. But he has still failed me once." Mundus muttered.

"You know what Mundus," Vergil said carefully, "I would like to be returned back to my original form. That way when I finally defeat Dante it will be all the more satisfying." As soon as the words left Vergil's mouth, he cringed. He knew the lie was obvious.

Mundus let out a booming laugh. "Im sorry, 'Nelo Angelo', but that is not going to happen."

Vergil started to lose control.His face hardened.."Damn you, cha-" At that point, Vergil was lifted in the air, arms held apart.

"You will not talk to me in that manner, servant" Mundus growled. "We had an agreement, you belong to me now. Those powers do not come for free, and you must serve me without question. Or else you will be punished." Vergil was thrown backwards and crashed against a wall with great force. He crumpled to the floor.

"Do not fail me again." With those words, Mundus disappeared and the sky cleared again.