There he stood in the depths of Hell itself.
He stepped through the red water beneath his feet, his blue eyes gazing up to the dark sky as a slight smile began to form.
"It'll be fun to fight with the King of Hell."

There were three enormous lights in the sky that glow a bright red as it seemed as though an energy of the same color swirled around them.
They formed a triangle shape and seemed to be nothing more than eyes that stared into the eldest twin's soul.

Vergil pulled the Yamato from it's scabbard.
"If my father was able to defeat you..." he began, pulling the Force Edge off his back. "then I should be able to do it too!"
The Son of Sparda then raced forth with a yell, both blades in hand as he prepared to face against the ruler of the demon world.

It was none other than Mundus himself.

Bursts of red shot from the enormous eyes, spears of demonic power piercing the ground as Vergil used his speed to easily avoid these blows in a blur of blue.
He went into his demonic form a blast of blue light, wings extending to allow the devil in blue to take off into the skies of Hell.

The Son of Sparda flew forth, racing towards the red eyes as blades began to form, shooting forth at the King of Hell in the distance as orbs of red flew at Vergil along with spears.
The Dark Slayer managed to dodge these, but just barely. He endlessly summoned his spectral blades, firing them endlessly despite seeming to do little to nothing at all.

The sky of Hell was illuminated by blue and red for several minutes, and the figure of Mundus gradually became visible.

He was massive, a figure that gave off a blinding, white light. Only his outline could be seen due to the holy light. Two arms, legs, massive wings on his black...
With a laugh, the King of Hell swung his arm, sending a wave of red at Vergil who easily went down to avoid it.
"Once again, I face a Sparda." he spoke, his voice booming throughout the demon world.

Paying his words no mind, the Dark Slayer had finally reached his foe, thrusting the Force Edge forth in an attempt to pierce the demon emperor.
Indeed, he was struck, but it seemed to do little.

Mundus swiftly brought his hand to Vergil, striking him and sending the Son of Sparda flying backwards with a pained yell.

He quickly recovered, pulling the Yamato from it's sheath to wield both it and the Force Edge.
He raced forth at the speed of lightning, if not faster. Countless slashes went at Mundus, slicing through the fabric of reality and others that bore a mere fraction of Sparda's might.

However, if anything was severed, it was healed in the blink of an eye as there was no sign of pain coming from the King of Hell. Instead, he laughed once more before merely sending an endless wave of demonic blasts and spears at Vergil.

The Son of Sparda avoided all that he could, but he was struck by a great many, sending him falling down to the ground and forced out of his Devil Trigger.
Once he hit the ground, he slowly rose up to one knee as he let out deep breaths. He was determined to destroy Mundus, but he was having little luck.
In an instant, he awakened the power of Argosax, his wings sprouting as his coat shifted to black.

The battle raged on, Vergil taking flight once again with the power of Argosax blended with his demonic form that he took on once more.
It became unable to tell what was going on, flashes of blue, white, and red all being witnessed throughout Hell.

There were slashes, blasts of demonic power, and finally, after an endless battle, silence came.

Mundus lifted a hand, Vergil being lifted by demonic power and red lightning being surged through his body every second.
"Your father was far stronger than you. I expected much more from his son." he spoke, red eyes focusing on Vergil through the holy light.

The Son of Sparda struggled, his regeneration having halted entirely, blood running from all of his wounds. He was barely clinging to life, his eyes growing heavy.

"But I won't kill you, Son of Sparda. I have a much better use for you. That sword of yours in particular." he began to laugh once more, letting out one that was twisted and loud.

At last, Vergil had given in, his eyes closing as he fell unconscious.


The next few months seemed like an eternity to the Dark Slayer. He was forced into a suit of armor, and his mind was completely controlled and dominated by the King of Hell. He had no choice but to obey, yet he was aware of every second of it.

During this time, Vergil was known as Nelo Angelo.

He aided Mundus, began to gather the legions of Hell in preperation for the coming days where the armies of Hell would march on the human world.

They waited for word from a woman, one that had been tasked with taking the amulet Dante had. They had intended on using the necklaces with Yamato, and open the true hellgate.

However, not all went according to plan. Morrigan was defeated by Dante. Mundus had underestimated the youngest twin.

The plan then altered, and Nelo Angelo had been sent to open all of the lesser hellgates with the Yamato, allowing more and more devils to go into the human world.

Mundus himself planned on going through one of the lesser hellgates, intending on taking Dante's amulet himself.
Due to not using the main one, his power had been weakened. It would recover, but never fully until the true gate was unsealed. He had taken Vergil's half of the perfect amulet with him along with the Force Edge, leaving Nelo Angelo with nothing more than the Yamato.

Once Mundus began to enter the human world, something he wouldn't expect happened...

Due to him being weakened and now an entire world away from Nelo Angelo, Vergil began to take back control of himself and break the hold Mundus had over him.

He escaped back into the human world, tearing the armor from him as he did.


Vergil had shrouded himself in a cloak and hood, covering his crumbling flesh, red eyes, and worn, blackened coat.
He kept Yamato in hand as he stumbled down the streets, weakened, dying.

The Son of Sparda was in a place that was almost like a second home to him back when he was a child, a place that his family went to fairly often. So often, they had what was almost like a second home there.

He struggled to get through the roads of Redgrave City in the middle of the night. "I'm running out of time." he mumbled to himself.

Vergil had one goal in mind. One way to keep himself from dying here and now... and one way to keep fighting, and gaining power.


(Been awhile since I updated this, hasn't it? Truth be told, this has been done for awhile, and I was waiting to bring news before posting it... And I do have news.

The next installment is here. I've titled it Rite of Legacy, and you should be able to find it. I've got the prologue of it, and chapter 1 done if you're all itching for more still. I put it into a new story, separating the three... Like a trilogy, I suppose. I highly doubt I'll be splitting anymore, though. I think the Rite of Legacy story will be the one that's here to stay. That said, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I hope to see you guys in the next story as well... Enjoy, and thank you for being patient.)