A/N: Warning, Vergil here, as I tried to write him, lacks the emotion of his brother in DMC3, and I feel that Vergil has always been the 'cold blooded devil' he portrays in the games - right up untill he turns Nelo Angelo. But, he hides his emotions well. I think, he's always outwardly cold, but deeply he's full of human weaknesses. In the end scene, of the 3rd chapter, the battle scene is a description of when Dante fought Mundus in DMC1. I tried to depict how it would have been if Vergil fought Mundus on the same 'level'.
Enjoy.
NELO ANGELO: The beginning
He never took his life for granted. With every action he executed, it was always with thought – never emotion. That's what he believed.
So why was he awashed in his own blood, laying there like a broken angel, having had his wings ripped off of him?
Blinking back hot tears,Vergil felt his immune system kicking in, trying to fight off against the disease that was now infesting throughout his entire body.
He was being blessed with what he had always wanted: more power.
"You think you could defeat me, son of Sparda?" A voice thundered all around him, enclosing him in a suffocating black embrace.
It was him, that vermin his father defeated many years before.
As thoughts of his defeat slowly took hold of him, he found himself wanting to commit the ultimate act: Suicide.
It was the only honorable thing to do. A true warrior did that - to further stop the shame of defeat.
His father would have been disappointed in him, in this trounce, but as he tried to rise – hot white pain pinched every vein, engulfing his senses. He growled out, sounding like an animal beaten to death. The hurts he received were starting to heal; it was something his own body adjusted to since he was awakened years ago.
"Come to me, Nelo Angelo. And kneel before me."
The voice of his father's enemy was stern, rumbled like a menacing cloud, and as his healing began to kick in, Vergil could feel his own blood flowing out of him. Mundus was stealing some of his blood and was using all the crimson-dark liquid that had been spilt on the unhallowed ground beneath him. This was his way of sustaining ultimate power and control.
He had lost so much blood that he could have sworn he had no more….
"Your blood is too tainted with your mother's," Mundus said, disgust plainly there, and the devil king retreated into his own personal space – back into the darkness, with only three bright red spots showing. The devil king was patient with Sparda's son. There was plenty of time to plan for revenge and victory over humanity.
"You are now my servant, son of Sparda. Now, like your father, you will rise to your place – as my right hand."
Vergil though pained beyond belief that he should bow before Sparda's worst enemy, had to follow his honor.
As the half-human rose with trembling legs, his hands bloodied from the fight, they tried to hold on to the Yamato, using it for support.
And something unbelievable happened.
Vergil kneeled before Mundus, "As my honor demands, I shall follow you."
If Mundus could be seen, one would have seen a grinning shapeless creature – for Mundus had no body. He had never had one, using only the created statues to hide in; to use for when he had to battle and generate the hellish powers that he had acquired for centuries.
"Then you won't mind if I use your mother's amulet, Nelo Angelo."
Vergil stiffened visibly and before he could respond, the red and gold memento pulled away from his neck and was sent to the darkness there – where red eyes inspected the precious piece. The amulet floated in the air before the Underworld's lord, for when it came too close - it brought a surprising electrical shock. It was pure, white hot-yellow, like the golden sun that he could never touch. Taking care of this, he had to be wise to the human woman's gift to her son. He had planned this beforehand; it was now the time to fire the salvo.
"I shall need this – to create a mother for you."
Stunned, all that Eva's offspring could offer was silence and the noiseless rage hidden in the depths of his blue grey eyes simmered.
"You wanted a mother; I shall create as many as you want, Nelo Angelo." Mundus then laughed, a harsh cracked noise resounded the heavens from above – challenging angels and his own kind. "And we shall make a plan, a plan to take over humanity again and kill your brother. He poses a threat because it is he – not you that your mother loved more."
Mundus dismissed Vergil, sending him to the farther areas of hell, where once a dimension that housed a previous Castilian lived and died. The previous hell demon- human's soul had diminished, leaving nothing but the suffering memories of the past. Mundus had hoped that the last comment had inspired something akin to anger and revenge in his new recruit.
He could not see the tear rolling down Sparda's son saturnine cheek. The devil king would not have known what that would be for – it was the last time, the very last time Vergil cried.
