Chapter II: The Demon Boys
If I am incorrect with any detail of the DMC3 storyline, save for the twists I add to it myself, please leave a comment and let me know.
Rain dominated the pale, oranged sky. It fell as if possessed with a life of its own, furious and angry at everything beneath it. Millions of drops flew to the ground and made a sharp smack when making contact with structures about the tower. Various points around the massive monument to darkness lay crumbled, large stone slabs stacked on top of each other. Stairways and statues wrecked and broken lay strewn along different flooring, staining the marble or hardwood or stone with dust and crushed slate. With an indifferent sigh, the young half-demon paced a tight circle, a hand securely fitted around the hilt of his katana, Yamato. Vergil was a young man, if you could call him that, with abilities superior to a regular human in every aspect. His strengths come from the blood of his father Sparda, a demon who once sealed off the link between the human and demon world with the tower Vergil now stood atop of. His father fell madly in love with a human girl and she gave birth to two sons; Vergil and Dante. Both shared the same blood and looked astonishingly like each other, but the two couldn't be more different. Vergil was ever-persistant in his quest to attain all the power that he could, whereas Dante was more ambivalant and careless. It seemed to Vergil that Dante had no desire to do anything at all but meddle in Vergil's affairs. This time, he wasn't going to give him the chance to appear unannounced. Vergil made sure that an invitation was extended to his dear brother.
There was one man Vergil had brought with him after he was approached by the bald man, stalky in his figure, and face marred with horrific scars. He went by the name of Arkham and sought to become a demon. His convictions were so tightly attached to his soul that he even went so far as to murder his wife. It was Arkham who first introduced the idea of bringing the Temen-No-Gru up from its dormant resting place deep in the underbelly of the demon world. This monstrous building served not only as a means to unlocking and absorbing the power of Sparda, but as a link between the two worlds. Vergil never cared for the filth that walked the planet and he certainly wasn't going to walk that path now. He was patient, but growing weary of all the locked doors and puzzles he had to solve in order to advance. He would much rather sit back and let Dante get the work done for him, but that would be a slow process and Dante was a free spirit, far too unpredictable to string along.
"Dante," Vergil spat the name contemptuously, "Why do you insist of making things difficult?" He was well aware of the fact that Dante was not near, but his head was already crowded and thinking aloud made less noise in his mind. Something tingled in the back of his head, though. A force pulling his eyes miles from the murky water gathering at his feet from a mixture of the rain and debris on the roof. As if he had seen something across the vast distance and in the direction his brain beckoned him to stare. "Is that you, brother?" Of course, there was no response, but that didn't stop a sneer from taking his face. "This.. should be interesting."
"You've taken to talking to yourself again?"
Arkham. Vergil recognized that condescending tone. The man was far too much of a preacher in his eyes, but more importantly, far too human. He would dispose of him when the time came that he was no longer of use. It stung a bit to admit, if only to himself, that Arkham possessed more knowledge of his father's seal than he himself did. Vergil didn't waste his breath responding. Arkham wasn't worth it and if he didn't recognize that, Vergil would spare no time in painfully pointing it out.