LOYALTY & MOTHERS
You lost a mother and a brother to evil twenty years ago – Trish DMC1
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His mother wasn't dead; she was supposedly killed off ten years before.
Now, she was standing here, right in front of him. He woke up to find her standing by his bedpost. Her hair the same golden length he remembered as a child. She walked towards him, with her arms outstretched.
"We're now part of his family, Vergil."
The way she said 'family', it rang false; Mundus would never consider them as such. She didn't have the comforting tone of his mother, but it was his mother's voice nonetheless.
"I'm no longer Eva, Nelo, as you are not the Vergil you once were."
He sat up, a tremor ran through his body, and he pushed himself up against the bed's head frame. Vergil gritted his teeth; he found to his disconcertment that he had no voice, and she laughed.
"It's time for your training, dear boy." She was wearing something very revealing: black and tight, hugging all her curves. God's blood, but his mother was hot.
Vergil growled, his body coursed with vibrant blue fire and this imposter had been transformed with the energies of her own.
"I'm immortal now. I'm blessed with the power of Mundus's creation, and can now rival any demon my way." The way she spoke, with such conviction, pride and honor that he had to restrain from reaching out to her lily white neck to choke the life out of her. He didn't know what was worse – to see his mother imprisoned in the encasement of Mundus's manipulation – a mere puppet, or to see her back as a miserable human. Knowing that she could never save herself or her sons from his enemy, she was reduced to this.
"But you…" she whispered, almost sadly, "You have still half human blood inside you."
He groaned, tried to find his amulet and found it to his relief that it still was around his neck. Mundus could never touch this. It was too powerful or was it power that held him back? Only he knew the true power behind his mother's amulet. Not Dante, not Mundus, not anyone. Not even this woman who bears his mother's face.
"I'm not going to be a mother to you, Vergil. I don't possess any of those nurturing aspects you might have missed."
I don't need a goddamn mother! He wanted to scream that out to her – but his voice was lost.
"You need to release your Black Knight armor when your rage is down, Vergil. Go to your mirror – there." She pointed at the glass reflection next to the door. "You can transform back to your 'normal' human side, and you can have your voice back."
Rising, he walked slowly to the shimmering reflection there – it harbored so much evil, so much so that it was just like him. As he stood in front of it, he found to his chagrin, the transformation of his glorious self.
A seductive smile replaced the former grim line; the grin of evil stared back at him.
For ten years they planned, living together cacophonously until the day the gates were opened up. Again.
Vergil turned evil ten years before, the same time his mother did. That fateful night in the cemetary pushed his young mind to the edge. There, the demons would infect him with notions of hate and unrivaled power. Take your father's power, young man, and you will never want of anything.
But, as fate would have it, Mundus planned to have Eva hidden until it was time. His first salvo was Vergil, because the first born had already turned to the side of evil as a child. Blind ambition would guide him and take him to his true home, to his father's. The plan would be to take the second son into their fold when the time was ripe. Opening up the demon world would be the key. Infecting the ambitious human Arkham wasn't hard; he already owned such a restless spirit, and a more obsessive mind for the dark arts. Would love conquer all?
As fate would have it, the interruption of another human had waylaid many of his plans. Instead of following Vergil, as he hoped Dante would have done – that meddling Mary had shoved her way into the fold to disrupt them. Dante chose a side. Humans.
Because this youngest was protected by his mother's love years before, Mundus must take care. Taking away the mother from the children was the first step to accomplishing his goal. But, this one had a lucky streak. It wasn't any woman that would find his interest,to make him change his mind. It was a certain woman who did it. Mundus had tried to bring the younger of Sparda's boys to evil, and he had almost come close – Dante was indifferent. He didn't care what side he chose.
That was dangerous.
Not choosing a side - it was easier for any ruler to try and manipulate their subjects to submission. If he could get both the sons of Sparda, he could rule the world as was before. Nothing could stop him with them by his side. To be a powerful ruler, one must have powerful and loyal subjects; his army was near completion.
And one thing was certain - he didn't like his brother. That was a huge strike against Vergil, and the other was that he didn't like his father. Strike two.
But if Vergil showed him the true power - the power that he could posess. He may change his mind.
Vergil must awaken him; to show Dante what they could have.
He may like his true inheritance, and he could enjoy the power and join forces...it's what Mundus was counting on...but...
Dante had chosen.
Damn Mary. Damn Eva before her. It was time to kill the boy.
It was time to send his valuable weapon: Trish.
