A/N:

Writing V is a pleasure for me. Mostly because he's the only guy who wears his heart on his sleeve lol.
This chapter is not anything new, it's just our V's state of mind when he finally reaches Urizen and stabs him to become Vergil again. I also love that he separates himself from Vergil, like yeah he is a part of Vergil but he's his own individual as well!
I don't know if I want to continue this anymore, since here Vergil is thankful of Nero for bringing him back but he still doesn't know that Nero is his son and later in the game during their fight with Dante he says that his son doesn't mean anything to him uuuuuup until Dante says that Nero is his son and Vergil is like ooooh uhhhh whaaaat? Nero's my son! and he instantly feels something else other than hatred cause V is in there in the brain department, yelling in his ear that hey dumbass Nero actually saved your life! so you'd better not be an asshole about it!

So yeah, with that being said, another chapter will be coming up soon!

But first on with this one!

Hope you enjoy

"The last throes of defeat I see"

Leaning on his cane, V struggled to stride firmly.

Beneath him a ground more painful to walk on than the lava.

Flowing, burning and with every step, it seemed as it pulled him inside itself like a deadly swarm.

But he suppressed it all, every sensation, every feeling buried in his soul that threatened to resurface, be it pain, sorrow, regret, hate … he stopped himself from showing and endured.

So what if it would take a little while more?

Ahead, lay a monster.

Heartless, soulless and defeated and the mere sight of him made V smirk. Oh Vergil, you'd been wrong for so long. You thought you could get rid of me, to gain power and look at you. V bit his tongue, eyes fixed on the half-alive beast, tapping his cane on the ground as he moved.

Dante was there. Taking what seemed like concerned glances at him. V looked from the corner of his eye. Dante had never been this worried, since- and V fought the urge to smirk again- they were kids. But he liked this face on him better, he looked more of a vulnerable little brother V… no Vergil used to know and less of an arrogant bastard he came to hate.

"V! Get back things about to get really messy," Dante said smugly but the worry expression gave away his true feelings. Even though he had just defeated him. No… not him… Urizen.

He defeated the beast inside of Vergil, making V's mind race as he raised a hand.

"No please, let me." V turned, not even looking back at Dante, eye boring into the beast's greenish ones. "I want to end this battle, with my ownhands." But his hands were shaking, fading, turning into dust. He had just seconds left before completely falling apart.

But he was here, witnessing a beast that ate the fruit from humans' blood of a tree rooted in the deepest part of hell to become… what he was not supposed to be. Yet he'd lost.

Wasn't it obvious why?

Vergil was stupid. He thought that he could get rid of his human side, get rid of V, that easily, he thought he could finally defeat his brother with pure demonic power, yet… look at him.

Pathetic.

"Do not struggle." The climb was painful but V tried to breathe in, not letting weakness overcome his muscles, even though he was tired… exhausted. It was unbearable living apart from his true self, even though he managed to have a clearer mind to think his actions through without the annoying growls of a demonic side in his ears to try and overcome him every once in a while.

V steadied himself on top of the beast, looking down on him. Looking down yet still unable to hate him, to feel disgusted. It was him after. He smiled. " For if you can't even defeat me, then you've already lost. "

"I will not lose, not to Dante, I need power." The beast growled, looking at Dante, " More power. "

It sounded rigid but miserable and made V pity the thing before him. He wondered how Sparda could come up with a balance within himself, how could Dante? But then it hit him. He would talk to him when the time comes, he would speak with Vergil, He would tell him, he would make him reach that balance, to control and not to contort the power within.

He knelt on the beast's broad chest, cane already raised in his hands. He was tired of being weak too, it reminded him of too many unwanted memories yet perhaps it was only necessary for him to find his true path.

"I know," His voice hoarse and out of breath," We are one and the same, you and I but you lost me and I have lost you." It was only a matter of minutes, seconds and even less as V held the cane above himself, painful memories flashing behind his eyes, the feeling of his chest being ripped open, blood curling up in the back of his throat, blood spilling out of his mouth, his body finally giving up to the tedious torture inflicted on him as he finally brought down the cane with enough force to bury it deep inside the beast's chest,
"While thy branches mix with mine and our roots together join."

And then the light cradled him.

It was pure white at first and he felt like he was burning, fading, finally not existing but as the blue hint touched his skin, he felt cold again.

He would have smiled if he had the body of his own but inside this familiar mind, he felt secure. The coolness was a blast, the sorrow and the pain mixing with the anger and hatred pushed on to him from an opposite side, a much stronger side but this time he knew that he wasn't going to back down. His fight had only begun.

He would fight, for the sake of himself, for the sake of the kid, Nero, who helped him find himself, who helped him become whole. V already knew how disappointed he might have been. It would be an understatement to say that he didn't care about Nero. He'd never really had a friend, not even as a child, his only companion was Dante and then no one. Yet he found a friend today and he was grateful for that. Even if he lived inside another body now, too foreign for Nero, yet he hoped to talk to him later, let him know, that he was still alive.

That was if Vergil would decide not to stab himself in the heart again. To come to finally love and appreciate him. That was, after all, what V always wanted.

To be loved

and protected.

Vergil felt V in there too, he had his memories, every single one of them and even they were hazy and unrecognizable at times, he knew that it was his now. Slowly, he looked over his shoulder, the illusion around them shattering into pieces as he spotted Dante.

But first, there was still another matter he needed to settle.

"Dante."

A/N 2: I'm also planning on writing a chapter with V and Vergil just talking! like this guy really needs to come to terms with his humanity and he actually needs to talk with it to find out about it!

ASK DANTE FOR ADVICE? Uhhhh... no. TALK TO V? yeah sure why not!

So yeah stay tuned cause ideas are hitting me like a freight train!

(Oh also about that other story of mine " I will be here" I'm working on it! meanwhile, if you haven't read it, what are you waiting for!)

Cheers,
Bella