A lone figure stood on the edge of a cliff. He wore a simple blue t-shirt and jeans. In his hands, he held a katana. The man's hair was swept back into a spiky hairdo. Only a few defiant hung in his face. Vergil, son of Sparda, surveyed the small town below him. Cars bustled to get where they needed to go. People bustled along sidewalks, barely slowing down to see a man on a street corner.
Vergil focused his attention on that man. He had silver hair, like Vergil's, that hung in his face. He wore a black shirt, red coat, jeans, and black boots. He carried a guitar case on his back. Vergil knew there wasn't a guitar in the case. He also knew that the man was carrying two pistols under his coat.
Dante looked up at the cliff. Vergil wondered if Dante could see him. He probably could see Vergil, being that Vergil could see him. Dante started to take a closer look at the cliff but was stopped by a girl with blond hair. She seemed upset about something. The girl started pulling Dante by his sleeve to his shop. Dante turned to look one last time before following the girl.
Vergil sighed. It had been a few years since he'd seen his brother. The memories of serving Mundus came flooding back to Vergil, along with the pain. Vergil gripped his side. He had never fully recovered from an injury inflicted on his side. Vergil coughed up some blood and the pain intensified.
"So, you came back?"
Vergil turned to see Dante, sword drawn and ready to strike. This shocked Vergil. Dante had made it up the cliff faster than Vergil could even imagine. The pain in Vergil's side intensified to the point that he fell on one knee and blood poured from his mouth.
Dante began to freak out. He had never seen Vergil in such pain before.
"Hey Verg…you ok?"
Vergil fell flat on the ground. The last thing he saw was Dante coming toward him. Then, there was black.