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Rune awoke, feeling extremely groggy, but much better. He ran a hand over his chest, which was now, almost completely healed. "Amazing..." He looked around the room, only to see his father standing out on the balcony, his white hair, and blue coat swaying in the wind. He seemed to be in deep thought, so Rune moved out of bed quietly, and walked slowly towards him.

"Are you feeling beeter?" Vergil still had his back to the boy.

Rune looked suprised. "You heard me? But I was being as quiet as a mouse..."

Vergil laughed. "That's another gift of being a half-breed. We have excpetional hearing..."

Rune nodded, and stood next to his father, looking out at the assembling troops. "Dad? What you told me earlier, I get. But how does that make you a murderer, or a traitor?"

Vergil sighed deeply. "I suppose I must tell you then..." Vergil began to tell his son the story that scarred him for life.

"Now that you know why I followed Mundus, I suppose that I must tell you of what he asked me do, so you can fully understand the truth..." Vergil hung his head in shame.

"Remember how I told you of all of the underworld's peaceful colonies?"

Rune nodded.

"All of that was to end, as soon as Mundus took the throne and declared himself the new god of the underworld. He felt that the unity between the colonies was a show of weakness. His vision was that of one great army, lead by only the strongest demons that he could get his hands on...and so he came to me one night not long after I followed him into hell, with his plan for making his vision come true."

--Flashback--

"Vergil...Mundus requests your company immediately." A guard had rushed into his room, waiting to escort him to his new master.

Vergil hesitantly stood. "If I must..."

The two walked until they had reached Mundus's chambers, and the guard opened the door. Mundus was seated in his throne, and waved them in.

"Thankyou, Aanfiel...you may leave us..." The guard gave Vergil a dirty look, who returned it, before stepping out and closing the large doors behind him.

Mundus picked up a bunch of grapes, staring at his new servant. "Ahhhh, Vergil...My new apprentice...how are you on this glorious day?"

Vergil rolled his eyes. "Wonderful...My family is dead, and my little brother thinks that I have betrayed him." He took a seat in one of the large chairs in front of Mundus. "So everything is great... really..."

Mundus laughed. "Soon Vergil, you will not even remember who those people were...and you will feel nothing but the cold..."

Vergil sat silently, his arms crossed, and thinking of his twin. "That's not possible Mundus, for those memories are all I have to keep me warm at night..."

Mundus shook his head. "So I am sure that you are curious as to why I have asked you here today..."

Vergil sneered at him. "To tell me that you won the lottery...right?"

Mundus continued to laugh at Vergil's disrespect. "If you do not understand the meaning of respect, I will have to teach it to you...is that what you what?"

Vergil decided to shut up, shaking his head no.

"I thought you'd come around..." Mundus threw the empty grape stem onto the floor next to him. "As you already know, from our previous meetings, that I have come a decision regarding the unity of my colonies."

Vergil sighed. "What's your point?"

Mundus grew serious. "The point being my little puppet...that I am going to have you lead an army of my supporters into thier towns, and destroy all that stand in your way..."

Vergil stood quickly. "You mean you want me to murder innocents, just so that you might turn this place into one giant hellhole for you to command? No way...I won't do it..."

Mundus looked at the red medallion around Vergil's neck. "That is a pretty jewel Vergil...I seem to remember someone else who posess' one just like it...you brother Dante... wasn't it?"

Vergil put his hand on the hilt of Yamato. "Don't you dare touch my brother, you bastard..."

Mundus stood, walking right into Vergil's scowling face. "And just what do you plan on doing with that sword of yours?"

Vergil's hand gripped the hilt tightly, causing it to shake viloently. "I..." He removed his hand, and hung his head in submission. "I will do anything you want...just leave my brother alone..."

Mundus walked back up to his throne, before sitting down, and smiling at Vergil. "That's exactly right...for as long as I know where he is, you will do exactly as I say..."

Vergil nodded in shame.

"Now...here is what I have in mind..."

Mundus began to lay a plan before Vergil, of genocide, and ultimately, horror. He was to be Mundus's black knight, with a massive, hell bent army to back him. They were to enter the towns, under the cover of darkness, slaughtering all who lived there, save the strong older men, and teenage boys. No one would be spared, eventually leading to Mundus gaining power over all that remained..

Vergil left that night, wearing a dark black hooded cloak, his head hung low, and Yamato at his side. Something evil was in the air that night, as he left Mundus's black palace gates, with several thousand armed demons behind him. They went from town to town, killing all that lived there, even the women and children. Vergil lead silently, spreading his troops out with only the movements of his sword, until only one colony was left untouched.

The residents had seen the fires rising out of the surrounding villages, and had taken defensive positions in thier homes. Several of the residents looked south, to the hill that thier village was located on. As they did, they began to see the hooded shoulders of a man appear, his head low, and his sword drawn at his side. The man kept walking a slow and determined pace, until they could see all of his body. They gasped in horror at what appeared next. Thousands of soldiers, armed to the teeth, were taking pace behind him. The man came to a sudden stop in the middle of the village, raising his sword. The troops behind him stopped, growling and roaring furiously. The man looked at the residents, and then swung his blade in a circle ofer his head. The townspeople watched in horror, as the troops fanned out in all directions, leaving a trail of blood, and screams in thier wake.

Vergil didn't move from his position, still standing with his head down in the middle of all of the commotion, when he felt something tug at his coat. He turned his head downwards to see a little girl, no more than six years old, standing beside him. "Mr.! Please help! My daddy is hurt! Please!" Tears ran from her large green eyes, as she looked up into the eyes of a murderer.

Vergil turned away, not wanting to acknowledge her, but she was persistant. "Mr.! Mr.! Please help my..."

The little girl slid off of the tip of Vergil's sword, her lifeless body falling onto the street below. He quickly resheathed his sword, and turned to walk away, before looking at her body. "I'm very sorry that I had to do that...by my brother is more important to me than you could ever be..." He didn't notice as her wounded father was watching him with vengeful eyes, as he was being cuffed by several guards.

Vergil lead his troops out of the city that night, covered in the innocent blood of a little girl, and scars that would tear at his heart forever.

--End Flashback--

Rune turned to look at his father, who now had hot tears streaking down his pale skin, not knowing what to say. "Dad...I..."

Vergil closed his eyes. "I only wish to this day, that I could apologize to her father, for what I did. Now that I am a father myself, I cannot imagine the feelings of loss and despair that he must of suffered...I would glady give my life in payment of this debt..."

Rune nodded in understanding, deciding to change the subject. "So how about that sword lesson?"

Vergil cracked a small smile, ruffling Rune's white hair. "Anything for you kid..."

After a few hours, of teaching Rune defensive stances, and combat moves, Vergil was completely winded, falling onto the room's large bed. "Jesus kid...I've never taught anyone sword-art in that short of time before...but I have to say, that with your speed, and agility, you'll make a formidable foe..."

Rune collapsed next to his dad, out of breath. "Do you think were ready to go find Mundus?"

Vergil laughed. "In a few mintues ok Rune? You're not old like me..."

Rune puched his dad in the arm. "You're not old dad...you're just... experienced..."

The two were silent for a moment before they began to laugh together.

Not long had gone by, when Vergil suddenly sat up in bed, staring at the bedroom's large doors.

Rune was confused. "I though you wanted to rest for a while..."

Vergil stood up, putting a hand on the top of his blade. "We leave now...I sense something is terribly wrong with Dante...he needs me..."

Rune stood, checking to make sure that his sword was securely fastened. "You sense him? How is that possible?"

Vergil started out the door. "Because... he is the other half of my soul..."

Awwwh, so cute...I will post the next chapter ASAP! Please R&R for me!