Hello my dear readers! Ok...you all wanted Verge to get some serious payback for what that bastage did to his brother...so here you go...Vergil is the biggest bad ass ever! HUGS VERGE> Vergil: Get the hell off of me woman!

Seeker - Glad to know that all is ok with you! I was getting worried...especially after I posted 16 and didnt hear from you...after all, it's what you asked for GRINS> LOL Thanks so much for the reviews! Take Care!

Santuary of Darkness - I laughed my ass off when i wrote the Verginia thing and the strip tease! LOL Don't worry ...Vergil's gonna make him pay...dearly...

SaiyAsianMaki - I'm not sure that I want to cut off Rune's head just yet...LOL You crack me up, so PLEASE keep reading!

Darkmaster2 - Yes...what DMC fic would be right, without Dante smarting off and getting himself into trouble at every turn..but that's why he has Verge to watch out for him...hehe

Wyatt(AKA my Dante)>trust me ...he acts like him...Thanks for the reviews...LOL and I meant to write Screaming...Bastard...sheesh

Lee - I agree...I'd of paid like a million bucks to see Dante strip... DROOLS> Gawd that would be SO hot...And here comes your long painful sadistic death you requested LOL (like Verge is gonna take that shit laying down...I think not...)

As his eyes were closed, Vergil could feel his demon side begining to let itself free. He was more enraged than he could ever remember himself being, knowing what he had to do, and how he was going to do it.

Vergil held onto Dante, the softness of his coat, rubbing on his bare arms. He couldn't comprehend how someone could hurt something as beautiful as his brother, and it made his stomach sick.

Dante had fallen asleep again, cradled in his older brother's arms. Vergil didn't dare move, for fear of waking him.

Vergil brushed a stray strand of hair out of Dante's face. "I apologize for what I am about to do to that man Dante. I promised myself that I would never use my true power again, but I feel that this situation calls for much more than just my devil trigger." Vergil sighed. "You will probabally never see exactly what I am capable of, when provoked, and for that I am thankful..."

He heard footsteps, and stood slowly, resting Dante on the ground, still sleeping. Several guards now accompanied the large, hideous man, who was smiling smugly at Vergil. "Are you ready for your turn?"

Vergil looked down at his black top and bare arms, which were stained with his brother's blood, breathing deeply. "I am ready...the question now is...are you?"

The man laughed deeply, sending a spray of spit from his mouth. "Bring him...show him the same hospitality as we gave his brother..."

As the guards attached shackles to each of Vergil's wrists, he kept his head down, remaining much calmer than he should of been.

As the chains were attached to his shackles, two of the guards moved behind him, taking postions on either side of him, holding the chains. The third guard took a position between the other two, poking Vergil in the back with a sharp sword. "Move it prisoner..."

Vergil nodded, his eyes gleaming devilishly, as he was escorted out of the cell, and into the same room his twin had been earlier.

Upon entering, the first thing Vergil noticed, were his brother's vest and coat, thrown into a corner. One of the walls was splattered with fresh blood, causing him to take note of a black whip hanging next to it, still wet and dripping, pieces of flesh wedged within the leather wrappings.

Vergil closed his eyes, as the guards stood behind him, hanging his head low.

The large man entered the room, walking over to his prized whip, and removing it from the wall. "Are you ready to play my little game, Sparda?"

Vergil remained quiet.

"Look at me you worthless scum..." The man cracked the whip at Vergil's feet, but he still remained silent, and confident.

The man, obviously getting annoyed with the dark twin, walked over to him, and used his hand to raise Vergil's face. "You WILL look at me when I am talking to you, half- breed!"

"I am not bound to you, and therefore, I MUST do nothing." Vergil stared the man in the eyes.

"You are just as much of a smart ass as your brother...though it dosen't suit you as well..." The man walked across the room, and began to get the wall ready for it's next guest.

Vergil took this as his moment to fight back. Pulling his arms together in front of him, as hard as his muscles would allow, he sent the two guards holding his chains, swinging around the front of his body, before making contact with eachother, causing them to drop to the floor, unconcious.

He turned quickly around, using the loose chains that now hung from his wrists, to wrap around the last guards sword, pulling it from his hands, and flinging it across the dungeon. The guard looked at him terrified, before Vergil did a roundhouse kick, sending the guard into the wall behind him. Vergil turned to face the large man, whom was now staring at him, eyes wide and fearful.

Vergil began to walk towards him slowly, dragging behind him, the chains that were still attached to his wrists, causing a jingling echo to flow up to the room's high ceiling.

The man grabbed a mace, with huge spikes, off of the wall near him, holding it in front of himself. "You will pay for that, you piece of crap!" The man held his position, until the dark prince was only a few inches from him.

Vergil's white hair hung in his face, masking his eyes as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a tiny spray bottle.

The man had a look of confusion on his face, before Vergil looked up at him smiling. "No...you are mistaken...its is YOU who is about to pay..." Vergil sprayed the liquid into the man's face, causing him to drop the mace, and grab his face, stumbling backwards.

Vergil began to chant in the same language that he used to open the portal, his eyes growing as black and lifeless as that of a shark.

The man looked up at Vergil. "What are you doing you white haired freak?"

Vergil smiled wickedly, raising his hands up until they were in front of his face, palms out. As he crossed them, two pentegrams that matched the one on his back, appeared on his palms, immiting light as they began to burn into his flesh. "Now I will show you the true power of a dark knight..."

The man's vision was surreal and blurred, as he watched the man before him begin to melt, before turning into a pile of blood, bones, and chains on the floor before him.

He had never screamed so loud in his life, as he turned around to run for the door, only to run right into Vergil. "Going somewhere? But the party is just starting..."

The man ran to the other side of the room, panting and out of breath. "GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK!" The man grabbed a sword similiar to Rebellion off of the wall, looking around for his attacker, but couldn't see him anywhere. He crouched down, holding the sword in front of him, trying to catch his breath. A false sense of saftey filled his mind as he began to let his guard down, thinking Vergil had left.

As he was sitting there, he felt small drops of warm liquid hitting his bald head. He ran a hand over it, only to see blood on it. The man slowly looked above him, only to see a large creature, it's face adorned with more eyes than he could count, blood dripping from it's mouth. He could of sworn that he could see it smiling.

The man bolted from where he was standing, only to have the creature jump down onto his back. It used it's large claws to filp the man over, dripping blood and saliva onto his face. "Please...don't do this...I'll do anything you want..."

The creature laughed in a low and unholy way, so loud that it rattled all of the weapons in the room, knocking some off of them off of the walls. "Yes!...Yes!...Beg for me the same way you made my brother beg for his life!" The creature's voice was deep and dark, causing a chill to run up the man's spine.

"I will..." The man put his hands up to his face. "...just tell me what you want me to say and I will..." He watched as the creature smiled, stepping off of his back. "Oh... thankyou oh great one..."

The man, thinking that he had just gained an advantage, picked up the large sword that had been in his hand, swinging it, and slicing the creature in two. He stood, before spitting onto it, and began to turn around only to see Vergil holding Yamato at his side. "Now that was't very sporting of you..." Vergil brought Yamato down onto the man's shoulder, slicing off the arm that had been holding the sword.

The man cried out in agony as blood poured down onto his side, soaking it. He pushed past Vergil, running for the door, only to find it locked. He turned around to see the dark prince standing behind him, wiping the man's blood off on his black pant leg. The man continued to scream, aggravating Vergil.

"For gods sake, all I did was cut off your arm...you had another one..."

The man looked terrified. "Had?" His tone was like that of a tiny mouse squeak.

Vergil grinned, running the pad of his thumb in a sideways motion over Yamato's sharp blade. "Yes...had." Vergil in a lightning fast swipe, removed the man's other arm, sending it to the ground, splattering into the pool of blood surrounding him.

The pain was enough for the man to drop to his knees. "Please...you don't have to do this..."

Vergil walked over to the man, grabbing ahold of his hair, and kneeling next to him. "Is this the position you had my little brother in as he begged you for mercy?"

The man watched as Vergil's black eyes started to glow a dull red. He felt as though he was loosing his mind, blinking several times, watching as Vergil's tounge exited his mouth, long and forked. He used it to lick some of the blood off of the man's shoulder, teasing the hanging veins and tendons with it, before retracting it back, licking his lips. "Your blood is tainted with all of the souls whom you have tortured, and killed..."

The man closed hie eyes tightly. "I...I was just doing what I was told to do..." His body was shaking violently.

Vergil stood up calmly, grabbing the man by the front of his shirt, and began to drag him back into the dungeon. He picked the man up, throwing him onto a table, face down. The dark knight began to walk around him, slowly, leaving his footprints in the blood that was now pooling around the table. "You mean to tell me..." He grabbed the man's face looking him in the eyes." "...that someone TOLD you to rape my brother, and that it was not just for your own sick pleasure?..." Vergil waited as the man began to cry.

"Yes...I mean no...I mean yes...I..." The man was shaking his head back and forth.

Vergil was loosing patience with his prey, as he strolled casually over to one of the walls, and grabbed a long spiked club from it. He then turned around, and returned to the man's side, before running his tounge over one of the sharp points adorning the object.

"You are a sick fucker! Get the hell away from me!" The man was flopping around on the table, as he heard a laugh escape Vergil's mouth.

"Do you know where I am going to stick this club?" He walked around to the man's side.

"Oh my god...you ARE demented! What the hell are you..." The man was trying his hardest to fall off of the table, but was not having much luck because it was rather large.

"I am the one who is going to make sure that you don't die for at least another twenty minutes or so, while I watch you flop around like a wet salmon on this table..."

"Jesus christ! I'm telling you...I know people in high places...they can get you anything you want! Power? An Army? Sex? Slaves? Just tell me what you want, and I can make it happen..."

Vergil at that moment transformed himself into a large armoured black demon, with enormous wings. Spreading them to either side of him, he used them to push himself off of the ground, and up onto the table so that he was standing with his feet on either side of the man's waist.

"Ah yes..." The demon began to use one of the club's spikes to pick his front fangs. "There was a time, when all of the things you just mentioned would of been more important to me than anything..." He raised the club high into the air. "But you cannot give me anything, that would make up for what you have taken from me..." With that, the beast brought the club down like a spike, impaling the man's rear extremity, the imapact sending the club splintering into the table below.

The man slammed his head into the table, shrieking out in agony, as blood began to run from his eyes, mouth and ears.

The demon studied his work, scratching his chin with one of his long claws. "Oh dear...I don't think that it went in quite far enough." The demon spread it's massive wings, flapping them twice, until he was over the man once more. He then pulled them back down to his side, dropping onto the end of the club, with so much force, that the tips of the long spikes began to appear under the large table.

The man, who was now drowning in his own vital fluids, managed to gurgle out a few words. "Please...kill...me"

The demon stepped off of the table, walking around to face the dying man. "Don't worry..." The demon used one of it's claws to run a finger over the man's blood soaked lower lip. "You WILL die...I promise you that...I'm just not sure when that will happen..."

The man watched through bloodstained eyes, as the demon melted onto the floor, it's eyes and teeth floating on top of the massive red puddle. He stared in horror, as the liquid began to move, transforming into hundreds of smaller four legged demons that looked like little dogs.

Vergil walked up from behind him, taking him by complete suprise. "I told my children to eat you quickly..." Vergil laughed, sitting on the table next to the man. "But they never really do as I ask them, when it comes to thier food..."

The man watched, wide eyed, as Vergil waved his hand, sending the little creatures running up the table legs, surrounding his impaled body completely.

One of the creatures walked right up to the man's face. He could see large pointed teeth in it's mouth, and it appeared as if the creature had hundreds of eyes.

Vergil stood up, before walking to the far corner, grabbing his brother's clothes, and putting a hand on the door handle. He turned to hear the man yelling for his help.

Vergil shook his head. "You might want to open your mouth ya know..." The man turned his head to face Vergil. "If you allow them you eat your innards first, you have a better chance of a fast death." Vergil exited the room, smiling as he listened to the man's muffled screams, before walking back to join his brother.

YES! GO VERGIL! Damn he such as badass! I love him...:) Ok...I think I might go ahead with the next chapter...PLEASE R&R for me:) I love you guys! >BLUSHES