Hell, Underworld, Netherworld. It had many titles, but all bared the same identity.

The decision was not one he had much of a choice in, the conundrum would have been allowing his younger brother to go solo, but that would have required him taking Yamato. It was that reason alone, Vergil had to go with - Dante could not control Yamato even if he tried. If there was one reasonable outcome, it would be acknowledging and learning the new power that surged within both himself and his younger sibling. The fruit that Urizen had consumed had no ill effects - none that Vergil had experienced since returning to him Nephilim form. Yes, power ran through his veins like a drug - fuelling him to higher levels of strength but nothing has changed as far as he was aware. A pleasant surprise indeed.

"You haven't changed much then Verge, still lost in that mind of yours!"

A sigh escaped the elder brothers mouth, idiocy was a strong forte in Dante and possibly one of his downfalls.

"Don't get cocky, Dante." A frown graced Vergil's forehead as he glanced towards his brother. The Underworld hasn't changed in the months they had been here, since the portal had been shut by them both, there had been a considerable amount of demons still lurking around. Another soul screaming for release, begging to leave this forsaken realm. Though, there was something 'nagging' in the back of his mind and was partially the reason for his solemn mood. There was a feminine, musical tone that could be heard alongside the screams, something or someone that resonated within him.

Without even warning Dante, Vergil followed the sweet melody - using Yamato to slice and oncoming demons. The sky suddenly lit up, a flash of light that glowed almost heavenly triggering a strange sensation in the blue brothers chest. It didn't take long for the twin brother to realise Vergil had gone off course.

"Hey! Where you off to?"

Using his devil trigger, it didn't take long for Vergil to make his way until he abruptly came to a halt with Dante going straight into the back of him. "Wha-" His words could barely get out when Vergil had thrown up his hand to stop him.

There before the twin brothers, was a female with striking blood red hair, twirling as if she was dancing with a large staff waving and spinning between her hands. At the end of her staff held a crystal that kept lighting up as she span it around. Whatever she was doing, Vergil couldn't explain it but the sensation within his chest was expanding and the overwhelming motion that he had seen this before and that this female was also known to him. The same ethereal tune sang in his ears as he stared at the redhead.

"Interesting..." Vergil murmured under his breath, completely oblivious to the world around him until his sibling butted in, "Who's she?" Clearly hearing what had been said, but it appeared so did the female as she suddenly stopped mid spin. As the red headed woman came to a stop, souls raised from the dead demons at her feet before turning into crystals. Her right green eyes flashed with some emotion that Vergil couldn't name as her eyes met with his, he cocked his head ever-so-slightly, admiring the female unconsciously. He couldn't put a name on it, whatever he was feeling his body remembered but not his mind. Decades had passed and even now, his memories were fragmented, even with his separation there were still things that came across as a foggy dream.

"Vergil!?" The female gasped, her staff dropped to the ground as she moved towards the elder Sparda twin with haste. Before Vergil could even comprehend what was going on, Yamato was unsheathes and raised - stopping the redhead in her tracks. Dante had also raised his Rebellion but was also holding a hand up as if to stop his brother. "You know him?" Dante questioned, albeit slightly curious himself about how this woman could know him. "I..." She paused, her head glancing down to the hellish ground once again before she met the younger twins eyes, "I must be mistaken, I apologise. I've been down here too long."

"Hey now lady, I wasn't done yet.." Dante called as female began to turn away, she had already picked up her staff and the crystals she had created from demon essence. Vergil, for once, was oblivious - silent and musing in his thoughts. This woman knew him, and he had no recollection except for whatever emotions were rising within him. The humanity he wished to sever was now overwhelming him, something he failed to acknowledge as anything but a weakness. A sigh escaped her lips as she turned once again, "My name is... you can call me Sera." She responded, glancing back at the white headed males, "Names Dante, though you somehow know my brother." Her eyes lingered on Vergil whilst she spoke, he appeared stoic - as if trapped within his own thoughts. It was as if something had snapped him out of musings as Vergil suddenly clicked Yamato back into its sheath.

"How has an Angel managed to survive this long in Hell?" Sera appeared to stutter mid-step, her hand grasped tightly onto the pristine white staff, as if her breath had been taken from her. "Wait? What now!?" Dante moved closer, but it seems Vergil was the first to beat him yet again, teleporting closer to Sera and grasping her shoulder.

A harsh cry escaped his lips as blue flames licked at the bottom of his feet and at his body. Chains grasped at his body, pulling his weakened body back into the darkness of the Netherworld. "Release me!" Vergil shouted as his body started to disappear into a green and black metal suit of armour. "You belong to me now, Son of Sparda." The boom of Mundas' voice echoed into the darkness, a cynical chuckle escaped from the Demon Ruler but vibrated within Vergil's head. He struggled, forcing the chains forward as he tried to escape but his attempts were feeble, weakened by both the fight with his brother and Mundas. "You are Nelo Angelo.." A further scream of pain left Vergil as the flames engulfed his body and his mind fell to the abyss of darkness.

His mind went blank, shock flowed through his body as he saw a flash of something, a memory or a figure of his imagination? Nelo Angelo? Of course, it had seemed his mind was slow catching up - but how and why did he get this fragment of his memory back from this Angelic being, and furthermore - how was even surviving in this oblivion? Clearly, he had spoken too soon as she seemed to deteriorate within moments of this memory, Sera fell forward as Vergil grabbed her, pulling the female towards his chest for protection.

What was this internal battle he was facing and who was this woman to him?