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And all of this is not true…so lighten up!

Author: I have come to a conclusion

Dante: What?

Author: Vergil doesn't like women

Dante: He doesn't?

Author: I was just joking just…don't give me that expression.

Dante: Oh my god! Vergil does not like women! Oh I knew it! I had always known the straight twin would be me!

Author: Calm down. I didn't mean it.

Dante: No wonder why he keeps looking at me in a funny way! I can't believe I spent my childhood years living with that freak!

Author: Stop that. You're getting hysterical.

Dante: He touched me….I can't believe I let him touch me!

Author: How did he?

Dante: When we were dueling...in mission 7, 13, and 20…and maybe part of 19. I think he almost reach for my abs.

Author: Dante…you're so skinny, who would want to look at you

Dante: You would…right?

Author: I don't like you but I like to make fun of you…hey are you even listening?

Dante: Crap I'm going to end his life for sure! I bet he's going to gain power so that he could take advantage of all the men in the world…including me!

Author: Don't jump to conclusions. That's ridiculous.

Dante: Don't you shush me hag! You were the one who made that first conclusion

Author: I was kidding

Dante: Kidding or not…VERGIL COME OUT AND FIGHT ME!

Author: Hey come back here!

Dante: To infinity and beyond! Don't you worry pops, I won't let you down! You will live on knowing that at least one of your son will give you grand kids! (Devil Triggers and whips out Nevan to float away)

Author: Vergil's not gay…(silence)…that was all in Dante's mind

Note: MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE. Just so you know, Dante does not defeat Cerberus in this chapter, but in the next because he is too awesome to do it in the third chapter. And mind you this is the third chapter. In the mean time you can kind of call this as a short intermission. It will completely focus on something else that is not…Dante.

Now the last time we left off with our irresistible red devil Dante; he was busy fighting a three-headed dog demon named Cerberus. (Not the same Cerberus as in Final Fantasy 7: Dirge of Cerberus) When you read the previous chapter, you must've had thought: "Oh my gosh, this is so lame! Why would Dante be that weak! I hate this story…flame the author, flame the author!" But you've failed to realize that Dante will get mightier and mightier as the story proceeds and tries to develop a plot. Remember that this is a Special Edition and it is the most specialist thing you will ever read because it just is!

Now we will stop reading about our protagonist and travel to the top of Temen-ni-gru and deal with our antagonist. No we're not talking about Arkham. He's an antagonist too but no one gives a crap about him anyway. We're talking about that blue-trench-coat, spiky-haired guy with the Japanese katana. Just look at him….standing there on top of the tower looking down and waiting…but for what? To our horror, he pulls out a small sweet fruity container and applied it to his lips. We recoil in terror because it was cherry-flavored, and Vergil was acting very un-Vergil at the moment. We know Vergil is his normal self again when he gives you that anti-social look and chops you to confetti. How chicks find him attractive is unknown in the world of men. We noticed earlier that he had sensed Arkham behind him. This sort of indicates that Vergil has a 6th sense. Or maybe he's just a really good guesser and gets things right all the time. Except for Arkham's little secret of the sacrificed priestess, heh heh, it was so evil. Yes, Arkham's yet-to-be-revealed plan will be the most ultimate and utmost significant thing anyone else has ever seen. But back to Vergil for now…lets see…where were we…ah….we stared at his expressionless face, which also resembles Dante….ha ha what was CapCom thinking? He did not move a muscle, not even a single strand of silvery white hair bend from the wind. (Strong hair gel I tell ya) The only part of him that moved was his steely emotionless blue eyes staring straight down from the tower.

Maybe he sensed Dante fighting Cerberus. (Ya never know what Vergil would be thinking.) But we grew bored and zoomed into his mind. To our surprise, Vergil was reminiscing or remembering something. And we read on.

Flashback

(The part when Vergil met Arkham for the first time or maybe not….a.k.a. That one really long scene in DMC3: Special Edition where Vergil was reading some books in the library….you know the rest)

Yes we see inside our little Vergil's thoughts and we saw his memory. In his memory he was standing in a room full of books that towered to the ceiling. It was a library and it had so many books! My gosh! Good books and bad books that had to be locked away because if fallen into the wrong hands; they will create a tower to jut out of the ground and cause women to shudder! (Sorry Jester I stole your line)

His ever-so-perfect manicured fingers brushed along the titles of the books that were all stacked neatly on the shelves. Cold steel blue eyes searched somewhat patiently and impatiently for the right target. His lips mouthed out the names of the books that his hand scatters across. A frown appeared on his godlike features. With a tan-gloved hand, he reached up to brush away some of the silvery-white locks that tickled his forehead. A silvery (almost transparent) eyebrow rose at the sound of footsteps entering the room. A man, tall, bald, and ugly appeared. Vergil ignored the peon's advice and continued searching for the 'forbidden text.'

"Leave me…." Vergil said,

"I will not ask you for a third time…" (I don't know the actual game phrases)

"Look I know your dad, we were old pals. You see my wife was a descendant of the very same woman whom your father--- oh shitty fuck!" Arkham bit his tongue and coughed violently. Which made Vergil actually backed away and thought Arkham had bronchitis or something. Arkham was sweating bullets at the moment. He almost blurted out his ultimate-evil-plan to Vergil.

"Uh…what are you hinting at?" Vergil asked and raised his incredibly transparent eyebrows.

Thank god he didn't hear that. Arkham sighed.

"Ahem….I was saying that would you care to join me this evening for dinner. We have much to talk about Sparda and all." Arkham bowed his head.

"Whatever." Vergil walked away.

"Okay fine we will raise the tower right now! What was I thinking? Come on Vergil!" Arkham gave a forced smile. He really didn't like this arrogant spiky head son of Sparda. But he will just to bear with Vergil for a little longer to get his secret-ultimate-absolute evil plan to work.

Vergil rolled his eyes and stopped in his tracks.

"Where do we start?"

To his absolute horror, Arkham fetched out a pair of shovels.

(End of flashback?)

To Be Continue……….I promise.