Okay, here is the long-awaited next chapter! Well….at least I think it's long-awaited…Eh…Whatever, HERE IT IS!
Chapter Four: Let it begin
It had been three days since Vergil came to Dante, asking for his assistance and all. Now, Vergil was off at the library once more, trying to find more on this Aion Rauchild fellow. He stood alone in the library, holding a small blue book, labeled, "Demon" in blond black letters. Vergil read it carefully, word for word, paragraph for paragraph. Yes, he felt passionately to kill this man, felt the same for Dante of course. He blinked, his eyes narrowing at the text. "But it says here that…"Vergil growled, closing the book. "So that's why he took the Rebellion…"Vergil said, looking down the alley of books that he was in. He narrowed his eyes once more, he wasn't alone. His hand snapped to the hilt of his blade at the sound of someone clapping, laughing also. "So you figured out the puzzle eh…?"Vergil heard a familiar voice say. Vergil searched the room, now hearing the sound of boots hitting marble floor. "Figured out why the Rebellion was taken?" "Show yourself!"Vergil demanded, remaining calm as he regained his posture, letting his hand fall back to his side.
"Reveal myself? Are you sure? Not scared are you? Or are you just anxious to see who I am? Although you have a pretty good idea on who I am already…"Vergil stared at the ground for a moment. "Aion…"Vergil said coldly as there was another loud burst of laughter. "And now I know who the brains of the Sparda family are!"Vergil looked up, seeing Aion at the end of all the bookshelves, his arms crossed, and a grin covered his face. "Why so bold to confront me here?"Vergil asked Aion, staring him down. Aion shrugged, "I merely wanted to catch up on my reading…"Aion said grinning, his eyes flashing red. Vergil's hand slowly moved to the hilt of his blade once more, ready to draw it at any moment. "Where is the Rebellion?"Vergil asked, taking a step forward. Aion closed his eyes, smiling, "The Rebellion? It's right here…"Aion held his hand out to his left, the sword slowly materializing into his hand. "Why? This is but a hunk of useless metal compared to your blade, The Yamato…"Aion said, stabbing the blade into the ground. "That sword originally belonged to you, was it not?"Vergil said, narrowing his eyes once more. "Ah yes, indeed it was."Aion sighed, leaning up against one of the bookshelves. "Sparda took it from me, knowing well that the sword held my power,"Aion said, tapping the blade with his finger. "And now that me and my Rebellion, or so it is called now…"Aion scowled, "I can set my plan into motion…"Aion said slyly, grabbing the sword, taking it from the ground. "And what might that be?"Vergil asked, his body becoming tense, already knowing where this was going. "Temi-na-gru shall rise once more, and the rest of my demon brethren shall be set free, and as for the Sparda twins…Well…"Aion laughed. "Is it not obvious?"Aion said, pointing the blade at Vergil. Vergil smiled slightly, flicking the hand guard of his blade with his thumb, the blade moving out of the sheath only slightly. "Got that right…"Vergil said quietly.
Aion grinned as he disappeared in a black blur while Vergil drew his sword instantly. Vergil's eyes slowly moved to the corners of his eyes, knowing very well that he was going to be attacking from behind. He was right. Vergil saw Aion appear out of nowhere, slashing at him quickly with the Rebellion. Vergil parried the blow from behind with his Yamato, pushing the blade away from him while turning around quickly. Vergil gritted his teeth as he rushed past Aion, slashing at him as he ran by, several times actually. Aion moved as a blur once more, blocking each blow with the Rebellion, looking back at Vergil with a grin. "Come now Vergil…You can do better then that can't you?"Aion asked, laughing quietly. Vergil growled, slashing at Aion in an upward position. Aion blocked but was sent into the air, Vergil jumping up with him. Vergil moved as a blur as he slashed at Aion several times, Aion once again blocked them all, moving just as fast as Vergil. Vergil growled once more as he slashed at Aion horizontally for the final blow, only for it to be caught by Aion's very hand. Aion grinned, using the sword as leverage, forcing the sword down, causing Vergil to fall slightly, giving Aion a chance to attack. Aion front flipped over Vergil, planting his feet against the back of Vergil's head in the process, sending Vergil into the ground. Vergil bounced once he hit the marble floor, rolling to the end of all the bookshelves. Vergil spat a small drop of blood from his mouth, jumping back up while sheathing his blade. Aion had his arms crossed once more, the Rebellion stabbed into the ground in front of him. "I am very disappointed in you Vergil, I was expecting at least one blow…"Aion said mockingly. Vergil's eyes flashed a dark blue, an anger flaring up inside him, still keeping his calm exterior however. Aion narrowed his eyes, "Neo-Angelou…"He said quietly. Vergil was then suddenly engulfed in a purple ball, wind being emitted from it. "You're going down…"Vergil growled, his voice changed as he slowly transformed into his Demon Form. Aion raised a brow, "Ah! So a demon battle it is then!" There was a loud bang noise as Aion was engulfed in a black ball. "Do not…Underestimate me, especially…When in this form…"Aion smiled as he slowly transformed into his own Demon Form, his true form. He looked like Vergil and Dante's Demon Form, but had characteristics from both let's say. Two leathery wings were perched onto his back, his hands, now claws, along with his feet. His so called collar bone was blue, and the rest of his body was black. His face looked like a combination of Vergil's and Dante's Demon forms faces, only with horns perched onto its head. Once both spheres dissolved, Aion slowly picked up his blade, the blade also transforming. The Hilt turned a bright red, while the blade turned black as night. "Shall we begin?"Aion asked, letting the blade tip lay on the ground behind him. Vergil just stayed quiet, staring Aion down. "Very well…"Aion charged, Vergil did the same. "Hugrrahhh!"They both shouted as Aion raised his blade while Vergil laid his hand on his hilt. They both then slashed at each other, Aion vertically, Vergil horizontally. The blades collided, giving off a loud bang, followed by a shockwave that shook the library. The bookshelves all began to tumble as the building even cracked. The swords themselves it seemed were locked in combat, both opponents pushing each other back. The swords both were suddenly emitted by fire, the demonic energy being too much and all as Aion and Vergil continued their struggle against one another. "Enough of this!"Aion shouted, literally grabbing Vergil's sword, ignoring the fire as he threw it to the side. He brought up his hand which held Rebellion, smashing it against Vergil's face, sending him flying clear across the library and out the door, hitting the street, bouncing and skidding all the way into the building wall that was across the street.
Aion growled lowly, "Fool…"Aion said quietly, grabbing the Yamato from the ground. He threw it out the door, the blade bounced into the street, sliding to a stop at Vergil's foot. "Heh…heh…"Aion sighed, the black sphere returning, engulfing him once more as he slowly melted into the ground, The Library crumbling once he left. Vergil now lay there in his human form, his eyes closed, mouth slightly gaped open. Small droplets of rain began to fall, hitting Vergil's face gently, waking him. "Unnhhh…"Vergil slowly sat up, rubbing his head as he looked around. He saw the Yamato lying out in the middle of the street. He gave off a mournful sigh as he stood up, walking groggily over to the Yamato, picking it up slowly, sheathing it. "He…"Vergil cringed at the thought, "is more powerful…Then both me and Dante,"Vergil spat at the ground, staring at the ground as the rain began to pour down. Deep down, Vergil knew that this battle, Dante and him most likely will lose. But this was something that Vergil could not accept, not now, not ever. "He will perish…"Vergil said quietly, turning down the street, walking away from the scene silently. Thought he didn't know it, the shadow that was cast from the street lamps, looked exactly like his father, Sparda.
End of Chapter Four: Let it begin
Not my best, but still, I hope you enjoy it! This friggin thing took me forever to finish, being kicked off the computer like five times in a row and all. So yeah, look for the update!