SHB is sick today. He looked to long at the cover of a Twilight novel and got bloodsuckingpixiea. He is expected to make a full recovery thanks to me and my copies of the Hellsing Ultimate OVA's.
Enjoy the chapter.
A man in blue with silver hair walked through a small town that he had happened upon. A blue coat that swept down to his ankles with a snake pattern on the right side over a chest that was covered in armor like vest adorned his body. Blue pants and knee length boots completed the outfit. Rain dripped off his exposed head causing his hair to hang limply about his face. Four… five… six… seven. He thought. Seven demons. They seem to have noticed me. The man's left hand tightened around the katana that he held at his waist, taking comfort that he had the dimension-cutting blade with him. If these demons decided to attack then they would be killed. They would be cut to ribbons. The dark slayer would not even be touched by their unworthy hands. They are pitiful, hiding amongst the humans. Not even worth my time.
The man continued to watch as the demonic energy signatures surrounded him in the crowd of people. They are coming. The man's right hand tensed in preparation to draw his sword. It relaxed suddenly. I might as well use this as an opportunity to test out my new combat style.
"Hey, you new around here?" Said one of the disguised yoma, extending his hand in a fake gesture of friendship.
"I have no time for you." The man said, his right hand flicked once and a glowing sword manifested itself in midair and flew strait into the yoma's face. The youma fell back, its face impaled upon the sword.
People screamed, pandemonium ensued, and things began to spiral out of control. In the center of the tempest of fear the man was an island of calm. The youma hit the ground and reverted back to its original form. That's one.
The man leapt into the air and inverted himself. Dozens of the glowing swords manifested themselves in a ball around him and shot outwards. Each of the swords homing in on their target. Each target was impaled, multiple times across their bodies. Two, three, four, five, six… The man ticked off in his hand.
The man landed and swept his hands out to the sides causing his coat to flair out behind him. Two of the blades manifested themselves in his hands and he held them with their points pointed down. The villagers looked on in absolute terror as the remains of the youma reverted back to their original forms. The man continued on undeterred, walking calmly with his arms still held out strait to the sides, his head down. He then threw the right blade down into the ground and flipped his hair back with his free hand, causing it to take on a spiked appearance, the water flicking away. He continued his stalk down the street. "Let's see." He said calmly, causing those near him to take several steps back. "I sensed several demonic energy signatures when I entered this town. Seven to be exact." He stopped walking. "How many have I killed?"
All the people in the crowd looked around desperately, counting the dead youma off out loud or in their heads. "It seems that I've missed one." He tossed the final blade with a flick of his finger at a woman who was standing with her arms on the shoulders of a young girl, around twelve from the look of her. The blade cut the woman across the cheek and embedded itself in the building behind her. "You can't fool me." He said simply. The small girl turned her head slowly to look at the woman whose face distorted into the grey skin and yellow eyes of a yoma.
"Mommy…?" The little girl whispered helplessly. The yoma moved its right arm into position at the girl's throat.
"Don't take another step; this girl is the only survivor." The yoma informed harshly. "My brethren and I feasted upon her family and took their places. She is the last. Don't you want to save her?" It maneuvered backwards, pulling the girl with it. "Be reasonable, I'm not asking for much. Just look the other way and I'll leave and the girl will be free."
The man looked at her and sighed. "You and your brethren seeked to attack me. I will not leave you alive. That pathetic human means nothing to me."
The yoma's eyes narrowed. "You speak as if you weren't human."
The man smiled evilly and let his demonic side surface, if only for a brief moment. The people caught a glimpse of blue scales, sharp teeth and yellow eyes. Then, as quick as it came the demonic visage disappeared.
The yoma's eyes widened in realization. "Devil…" It hissed. "Why, why help these pathetic humans?" It growled angrily.
The man ignored it and looked at the girl. "Are you afraid to die girl?"
The girl looked at him, "What…?" She whimpered.
"I'll put it this way." The man said. "If I let this demon go you will be free and alive but this creature will have gone free and will be able to kill more people. Or, you could die and here and save others, and punish it for what it undoubtedly did to your family."
"You bastard." The youma growled.
"Answer me!" The man said loudly.
The girls eyes closed, her short brown hair covered her eyes for a second. She opened them again. "I'm not afraid to die." She whispered.
As soon as she finished the sentence the man gestured and a summoned blade impaled her through the chest and into the yoma behind her. The fell apart, the girl forwards and the youma back. The man teleported between them and with a devastatingly fast series of slashes from his katana turned the yoma's body into dust. Then, with a smooth motion, sheathed his katana and caught the girl as she fell. Laying her on her back he looked at her. Her eyes where glazing over, tears pouring down her cheeks.
"I had to pierce through your chest to kill that demon. Now your bleeding out and there isn't any time left." He said. "I can heal you but I don't know what it will do to you. Likewise many people here will probably cast you out. What do you say, do you want to live?"
The girl raised an arm feebly. "You said you didn't care. Why are you…?" She whispered pathetically, unable to finish.
The man himself didn't know. Normally he would have cut through the girl without a second thought but here he was offering to heal her. No, he knew the reason. He caught her hand as it fell.
"My mother was also killed by demons." The man whose name was Vergil, the firstborn son of Sparda answered. "What is your name little one?"
"Clarice." The girl answered before her eyes slipped closed.
"Well, Clarice, it seems that you want to live." Vergil whispered as he began to push his own demonic energy into the girl, healing her injuries. And it is those who refuse to give up with all their heart that begin to transcend their humanity.
Twenty minutes later Vergil straitened and walked away. He walked on and out of the town. Upon leaving the town he saw a woman walking towards the town on the road, dressed in white clothing and armor with a huge sword across her back.
Vergil sensed her demonic energy and came to a similar conclusion that Dante had. Upon passing her he saw her tense.
"If you fight me you will die." Vergil said simply. He kept walking. The woman stood there, not moving. She had sensed the depth of Vergil's power and was terrified. Never before had she felt such power. She felt the Vergil's presence move away and she finally continued onto the town. Who was that man? The woman asked herself. Galatea, what have you gotten yourself into this time?
Galatea walked into the town. Soon a man approached her. "Ms. Claymore! Ms. Claymore!" He yelled frantically, waving his arms a little comically.
"What's going on?" Galatea asked. "I was called here to kill several yoma yet I sense none here."
"You just missed it!" The man said, "A man in blue came. He killed them all!"
A man in blue! Galatea's thoughts raced.
"If you fight me you will die." Vergil's voice repeated from her head.
"Take me to where this took place." Galatea ordered. The man was about to say something but she cut him off. "I saw who did this on my way here. I need to see what he is capable of."
The man gave no further protest and led Galatea to the sight of the battle. Upon arriving Galatea beheld the damage caused, or rather the lack of it. There was virtually no blood, the yoma's wounds having been cauterized by the summoned swords. Galatea could sense the residual yoki power from the wounds.
"How did he kill them?" Galatea asked. "These wounds don't look like they came from that sword the man carried with him.
The man who had led her there said, "He called these blades out of thin air. They flew like arrows into the yoma and struck six of them down."
"There were more?" Galatea asked.
"Yes, one more. It had taken the form of that girl's mother." He indicated Clarice's unconscious body that still lay on the ground. "He impaled both of them with one of the blades and then turned the yoma to dust."
"Turned it to dust. How?" Galatea asked.
"That sword, he moved it so fast." The man murmured and shuddered. "It was like his arm disappeared for a moment. The yoma called him a devil."
A devil? "What do you mean a devil?" Galatea asked.
"The man, he transformed into this blue thing. I didn't see much of it because it was only for a moment." The guide responded.
Could he have been an awakened being? No, he couldn't have been. Why would he bother saving humans? Also, his Yoki aura, it was at peace. It flowed through him peacefully. Our aura's are conflicted, are yoma side always trying to take over. It was like it was a part of him.
Galatea directed her yoki sensing abilities towards Clarice, hoping to find more of the demonic energy that the man had left in his wake. To her surprise she felt a large concentration of it in the girl, specifically in her right arm. She could also tell that the girl was still alive, despite the fatal looking wound Galatea had thought that the burn in her shirt led to.
"You said that the man impaled her. How is she still alive?" Galatea asked.
"The man. He did something to her. He asked if she was afraid to die. After he impaled her and killed the yoma he did something to her. He may have turned her into one of them. Anyway I'm not getting near her." The man said, fear evident in his voice.
"So, all the yoma are dead then?" Galatea inquired.
"We think so." The man said. "That man picked them out of a crowd of easily a hundred people."
"Then I guess I have not further business here." Galatea walked over to an unconscious Clarice and picked her up. "Do you have any objections to me taking this girl with me?"
"No, the sooner that thing leaves the better." The man said.
Galatea nodded and began her journey to the outskirts of the town. In her head she was disgusted by the prejudice that was show against the girl in her arms. Because that man saved her she is deemed sub-human and a monster. I guess yoma aren't the only evil creatures in this world.
Galatea left the town and continued on into the wilderness. The organization would take the girl up and make her one of them. It was better fate then whatever awaited her back at that town. After traveling for a while Galatea was confident that she would meet up with Ermita, her handler and hand off the child to him.
Later that night…
Clarice opened her eyes and sat bolt upright. Her vision was blurry from sleep and she was unable to see well. She rubbed her eyes to clear them of the gunk that had formed there. She saw that she was sitting on the ground near a campfire. She looked down and saw the burn in her shirt right about the heart. "So, it wasn't a dream." She whispered sadly. Her arm throbbed. She looked down and saw a dark red armor covering a glowing blue hand. She almost screamed when the arm disappeared, her regular right arm reappearing. "Wha…" She gasped.
Clarice stood and moved her arm, making sure it was still hers. She looked across the campfire to see two spaulders and a folded piece of cloth. Someone brought me here. She walked off into the woods, her left arm clutching the elbow of the right. "Hello…" She called softly. When no one answered she continued on into the woods. After traveling about a hundred feet and seeing no signs of anyone she turned around, only to see that the light of the campfire was no longer visible.
"Hello…" Clarice called again. No one answered.
Clarice's arm right arm tingled. She looked down at it and back to the woods. She then realized that she could feel some kind of energy coming from different directions. One had a distinctively calm and kind feeling to it while another felt devious and full of treachery. The two were together about five hundred feet to the right of Clarice. She felt three presences off to her left. These ones seemed… hungry. Clarice felt a pair of arms encircle her and a hand clamp over her mouth.
"Well, a little girl out here alone." Came a voice that couldn't belong to a human. Clarice realized that she had been captured by yet another yoma. Her sensing still active she felt that the calm and kind presence had broken off from the treacherous one and was moving rapidly towards her.
"Oops, looks like the Claymore is coming." Came the voice of another yoma.
"We can take the bitch." Said the third.
Soon enough Galatea came leaping through the trees. Damn it, I was careless. I should have been able to sense these three before they even got within a mile of us.
"Release the girl if you know what's good for you." Galatea threatened.
"Or you'll what?" The yoma holding Clarice mocked. "If you take another step I'll tear this girls head off."
Clarice whimpered in fear. Not this again. This couldn't be happening.
What am I going to do? Galatea's mind ran a mile a minute trying to find away to save Clarice. She doubted that she could move the yoma's arm as it seemed to be quite intent upon holding on to its little meat shield.
Clarice felt warm tears flowing down her face. How could this be happening to her? More yoma, using her. Using her so they could escape and kill more. No… no. She wouldn't allow it. They would not leave her alive. Clarice felt a bloodlust sweep over her and she welcomed it. She felt power surge into her right arm and the bloodlust overcame her. Her mind drifted into the sweet realm of unconsciousness.
Galatea on the other hand was privy to what happened. One second Clarice was being held captive and the next the yoma's upper torso was flying up into the air, blood and innards raining down upon the ground. Galatea watched in horror and a kind of morbid fascination as Clarice dashed at speeds equal to that of a higher ranked Claymore at the other two youma. Her arm covered with the red armor and glowing blue once more and her eyes glowing red Clarice grabbed the second yoma's head and tore it clean from its perch on the yoma's broad shoulders. The third yoma turned to run but felt a large force grasp it around its entire body. A large ghostly replica of Clarice's right hand held the yoma in place. A bloodlust filled grin lay plastered across the girls face as she closed her fist and Galatea felt bile rise in her throat as the yoma's head popped like an overripe berry. Then, as quickly as it had happened the arm returned to normal and Clarice fell to the ground.
Silence reined for the next minute."Little one, what are you?" Galatea breathed. She hesitantly approached the unconscious girl and picked her up. Traveling back to where she was earlier she called, "Ermita! Here is the girl." Her black bandaged handler got up from the log on which he had sat and took the girl from Galatea.
"You dealt with the yoma?" He asked.
"They are no more." Galatea said. She didn't think it was a good idea to tell the man about Clarice.
"Take the girl and go. I have something I need to do." Galatea said.
Ermita obliged her and took Clarice. "If I may be so bold, what do you need to accomplish?" He asked.
"Something got to the yoma in the village before me. I need to find out what." Galatea said.
"Well good luck." Ermita offered. "I will see to it that this girl joins are ranks." He turned and left, leaving Galatea alone in the forest. She turned and walked back to the campsite. She gathered her armor and began to work her way back to the town. She hadn't gotten five feet when she felt cold steel against her neck.
"Well, you are quite the compassionate one." Came the cold, hard voice of Vergil.
How could he sneak up on me? Galatea's thoughts raced frantically. His power is so vast but he can repress it at will. How is that even possible?
"I take it from your surprise that you weren't expecting me to follow you. That and that you were unable to sense me." Vergil said calmly. "Your sensory skills may be high but if one knows how to repress their demonic energy it might as well be useless."
He moved his sword away from her throat. "But I sense that there is more to you then sensory capabilities." Galatea turned to face him. Before she could open her mouth he continued. "I take from your conversation with that man that you are a member of a group of artificial half demons that slay demons for money?"
Galatea nodded.
"How many of you are there?" Vergil asked.
"It depends." Galatea responded.
"Let me rephrase that. How powerful are you compared to the others?" Vergil said.
"I am number three in the organization." Galatea answered.
Vergil sheathed Yamato. "Well that means one of two things. One, your organization is pathetic and weak or you have some other abilities." Vergil summoned a sword. "Show me." With a flick of his thoughts he launched the sword at her head.
Galatea felt the buildup of yoki and when the sword launched itself at her she found that she could direct it away quite easily. The sword flew past her, millimeters from her face. Vergil frowned and repeated the move, but with two swords this time. The both flew past her.
"Interesting." Vergil remarked. "You seem to be able to influence the demonic energy of others."
Shit! He figured it out after just two moves. Galatea cursed at herself.
"Considering that my summoned blades consist purely of my demonic energy you can influence them to miss you." Vergil said. He drew Yamato and teleported behind Galatea so they were back to back. "Can you do the same thing with physical attacks?" He swung lazily at Galatea's neck and he felt his arm jump, just enough so that he missed. Galatea leaped, turned and drew her sword ten feet away from Vergil. Vergil just lifted his arm before his eyes and raised an eyebrow.
"Hm, interesting. But what happens if I put my full focus into it?" Vergil asked, his voice still calm. He ran forewords and swung an over handed slice at Galatea's head. He felt the same force on his arm, but this time his focus allowed him to power through it. Galatea lifted her sword to block and stopped Yamato about an inch from her head. Vergil applied more force causing Galatea to have to use both hands. "So if the enemy puts all their focus into an attack they can negate the effects." He continued to up the pressure and forced Galatea down to one knee. "Well, that does have one advantage. By forcing the opponent to put all their focus into an attack it leaves them defenseless should they be attacked in the process of their own."
With only one arm. What on Earth is he?
"I take it by the look in your eyes you are confused?" Vergil observed. Galatea's eyes widened in shock and her defense wavered for a second. Vergil retracted Yamato and brought its sheath around and slammed it into Galatea's stomach. The force of the blow lifted Galatea off her feet. She landed and fell to her knees, gasping for breath. "How can I have analyzed your defense. Simple, I am just on another level of skill." He knelt down and whispered in her ear. "I have need of your abilities. You will help me find the man I seek."
"And in return?" Galatea breathed, fighting to get her breath back.
Vergil's voice turned cold as he whispered harshly into her ear. "Do not expect anything from me. I could kill you in a heartbeat."
"If you do kill me you will be on your own." Galatea returned. "I am the only one of my kind with this ability."
Vergil pulled back and looked into her eyes. "You speak the truth then." He sheathed Yamato and turned away. "Do not seek to try my patience woman." He then added in a quieter voice. "What do you want in return?"
Galatea stood up and asked, "For starters could you tell me your name and what you are?"
"My name is Vergil." He said finally. "As to what I am I'm really not sure. That is one of the questions I wish to answer for myself. For now let's leave it at I am a natural version of what you became when you took demon flesh inside your body."
"That doesn't seem possible." Galatea said. "Yoma don't bother raping their victims. They just eat them."
Vergil started walking. "I take it these yoma are the pathetic excuses for demons that inhabit this world." He stopped and raised his arms to shoulder height. "My father, Sparda, wasn't even close to those pieces of trash."
"Well these 'pathetic excuses for demons' are weak." Galatea confirmed. "I take it you have yet to encounter an awakened being?"
Vergil turned to face her. "I would assume that these 'awakened beings' are the result of one of your kind losing their mind and succumbing to their demon side?"
"Correct. Though I doubt anything short of an abyssal one would be a problem for you." Galatea complemented.
"Tell me more of these abyssal ones." Vergil commanded, an evil smile alighting upon his face.
Two weeks later, the same time Dante entered Rabona…
Isley and Priscilla walked through the frozen wastes of the north, side by side. Isley, having amassed the army he wished to use against the Claymores found himself with a conundrum. He really didn't care about fighting the Claymores. He would destroy Riful and Luciela if they moved against him but all he really wanted to do was be with Priscilla. He didn't know why but the tool he had gained all those years ago had begun to grow on him. Leftover sentiments he had had back when he was a human undoubtedly. He didn't mind though, it felt good to regain a piece of what he once was. He left his army under the command of Rigardo and began to journey south with Priscilla, intending to keep his promise of taking her home. He knew full well that the girl's parents were dead. At lease he may be able to calm the girl's tormented soul a little. Soon enough they came upon a town. Pieta was its name.
After entering the town he located a suitable inn to stay at. Being an awakened being Isley didn't really have a problem with the cold. Priscilla really didn't either but Isley wanted to condition the mentally unstable awakened being to being in more heavily populated areas. Upon entering he purchased a room and took Priscilla to it.
"Try to go to sleep. We have a long journey ahead of us." Isley whispered to her.
The girl nodded and got into one of the two beds in the room. Isley sat on the opposite and looked at Priscilla. She soon left the realm of consciousness and drifted into sleep. Isley smiled and left the room. Heading downstairs to the bar area of the inn he sat at the bar and ordered an ale. It turned out that awakened beings can live off anything but in order to regain lost strength they had to consume meat. Any creature would do it just happened to be that the yoma part of them seemed to enjoy human more than anything else. Aside from the occasional slave trader that Isley happened across he didn't consume human innards. He saw no shame in it though as it was simply what he had to do to survive.
Isley sat there, deep in thought. What could he do when Priscilla found out that her parents were dead? What would she do? Most likely awaken and destroy everything within a five mile radius of her location.
Isley mulled over these predictions when he felt a gust of cold air sweep into the room. Someone had entered the building.
"I'm looking for a man named Isley." Came a voice from the entrance.
Isley resisted the temptation to turn around, knowing that he'd be exposed if he did. Normally he wouldn't have been worried but something about this made his skin crawl.
"I know you're here, abyssal one." The voice continued and Isley heard footsteps approaching. "You may be able to suppress your power by returning to human form but it isn't enough."
The footsteps got closer. "You don't have to hide. I'm not here to kill you."
Sounds of chair legs scraping across the floor sounded and a threatening voice growled, "Beat it pretty boy." Then there was a shink and the slapping of flesh hitting the stone floor. Then the screaming started.
"He killed Angus. Get him!" Cried another voice and there were three more shink's and more bodies joined the first on the floor. People ran and dove out windows or simply ran out the front door. Soon Isley and the owner of the voice were the only ones left in the room.
"Well…?" The voice asked.
Isley took a long draw of his drink and slid off his chair to face the voice. Vergil, for of course it was he, looked Isley over. "I see why they refer to you as the 'White Silver King'." He walked forwards, away from the corpses of the four men he had killed. Isley looked at the bodies and discovered that they had been diced to pieces. Isley thought that odd as he had only heard the sounds of a blade hitting flesh once for each.
"You require something of me?" Isley asked Vergil.
Vergil smirked and replied, "You are a powerful demon and could pose a threat to my ambitions. I seek to either gain an ally or destroy an enemy."
Isley smirked back, "Destroy me? I believe you would find that very difficult."
Vergil's smirk remained, "I probably would have to fight seriously. You are powerful, that much I can tell."
Isley's smirk turned into a friendly smile. "Well then let's avoid conflict."
Vergil's face returned to its usual calm demeanor. "I seek warriors to assist me in my quest. There is someone I wish to defeat. He has a habit attracting unwanted attention and I need to make sure our battle goes uninterrupted." His voice turned cold. "Understand that this is not a partnership. I simply seek tools to help me achieve my ends. Perform well and you will be rewarded. Disobey and I will destroy you."
Isley's face didn't change but he knew that this man wasn't bluffing. He really did have the power to fight on Isley's level. "Well then let's avoid that."
Vergil turned and headed for the door. "Good. Gather whatever belongings you have. We leave immediately."
"Wait."
Vergil turned back. "What?"
"I have a traveling companion that I was journeying with to the south. I cannot leave her." Isley explained.
"Awakened being?" Vergil asked.
"Yes." Isley confirmed.
"Powerful?" Vergil inquired.
"Yes, but mentally unstable." Isley warned. "Some unseen trauma has reduced her to a mentally scarred child. I'm afraid it's developed into a kind of schizophrenia."
Vergil gazed at the ceiling, right about the place where Isley's room was. "I assume that is the other presence I sense. It seems to be growing unstable."
Isley directed his senses at Priscilla's aura and cursed.
Vergil walked over to the stairs and began to calmly ascend them. "Well, let's see how powerful she is."
Isley shook his head. "I have no desire to be near her in that state. She will destroy everything."
Vergil sighed and growled, "Do what you want." And went up the stairs.
Isley turned and left the building. Soon he was running. He reached the outskirts of the town quickly and soon ascended the cliff face that bordered one of the town's boundaries. He leapt atop it and settled down to watch the battle that was about to commence.
Back at the inn…
Vergil reached to top of the stairs and began to walk down the hallway. Soon enough he reached the door that led to Pricilla's room. He reached for the knob to turn the door and opened the door to see Priscilla's still human form thrashing on the bed, lathered in sweat, in the grips of some horrible nightmare.
"So you are the one." Vergil whispered. He drew Yamato and dismissed its sheath, deciding to take things as seriously as possible. He reversed his grip on the blade and held it in a reverse Seigen no Kamae stance.
Soon enough Priscilla's body rippled as her awakened form came into the light. Two meters tall with purple skin, wings and a single horn atop its head, Priscilla's awakened form was a wonder and terror to behold. She sat up slowly and turned towards Vergil.
"Oh, hello. I don't believe I've seen you before." Priscilla said in a creepy wavering voice.
Vergil raised an eyebrow. Extending his senses Vergil felt the vastness of Priscilla's power. "Awakened being…" Vergil whispered. This girl's power would put her in the upper echelons of demons in the demonic realm.
Upon hearing Vergil, Priscilla, began to look around frantically. "Awakened being. Where?" She cried, in obvious distress. Extending her own senses she felt Vergil gathering his power. "Yoma!" She screamed and leapt of the bed. Vergil released the power he had been gathering in Yamato and sent out a mighty arc of energy with a swing of the blade. Priscilla reached out and crossed her arms in front of her. The arc impacted against her forearms and her momentum was abruptly canceled out and she was pushed through the wall and out of the building. Vergil leapt after her and was abruptly impaled upon the awakened beings fingers which had hyper extended past their natural length.
Priscilla smiled fiercely from her position on the ground.
"You missed." Vergil whispered in her ear. Priscilla barely had the time to turn before Yamato came down on her, severing her right arm. Priscilla leapt away and her arm regenerated abruptly. Vergil stood before her. He had shed his coat at the last second and teleported away from Priscilla's dagger-like fingers. He now stood minus the coat with his upper body clad in only the armored vest. Vergil quickly summoned Yamato's sheath and attached it to his back with a small amount of demon magic.
Priscilla growled angrily and sent out another barrage of dagger-like fingers. "God damn yoma! I'll kill you for what you did to my mommy, my daddy, my big brother!" She screamed.
Just like me… Vergil realized as he dodged out of the way. Priscilla's anger grew as she sent forth more barrages that Vergil dodged. Vergil found it steadily harder to avoid Priscilla's fingers so he teleported behind her and prepared to sever her arms. Before he could line up the strike Priscilla turned with frightening speed and backhanded Vergil violently across the face. Vergil flew backwards and hit the ground. Rolling to absorb the impact, Vergil regained his balance and shifted into partial devil-trigger, his sclera turning black, his canines sharpening, veins growing dark and the back of his vest extending down and splitting to form wings. Flying upwards to about twenty feet into the air Vergil sheathed Yamato across his back and summoned about five dozen swords. He raised his arms and threw them forwards at Priscilla. The swords all flew at her.
Priscilla saw the swords coming and leapt up, spreading her wings. "I'll kill you!!!" She screamed as she flew at Vergil. Vergil redirected the swords with a sweeping motion of his arm. Priscilla screamed and let out a wave of energy that knocked all the swords off course. Priscilla stopped screaming and flew in a beeline straight for Vergil.
Vergil drew Yamato again and flew to meet her. The collided in the air with the clash of steel against demonic flesh. They stayed clinched in the air for a second before disappearing and reappearing across the sky in another clash. Flying through the skies and streets of the town Vergil and Priscilla clashed mightily, each impact shattering the glass windows of building and sending snow up in buffets and swirls. People who had taken refuge inside their houses tossed around violently by the shockwaves.
Vergil quickly grew annoyed at his opponent's refusal to give in. He teleported to around a hundred feet above the village and threw his arms in the air. Vergil summoned around three hundred blades that he all sent at Priscilla at once. The awakened being crossed her arms in front of her in an attempt to ward off the blades. This proved fruitless as the sheer number of them cut through her defenses and perforated her body. Others missed her and impacted into the ground around her sending up clouds of snow that floated in the air obscuring her from view.
Vergil floated down to the ground. "You are strong, awakened being, that much is certain. It still isn't enough however. Come, show me more power." He called.
The cloud of snow around Priscilla's position was suddenly perforated by thousands of small, green, needlelike projectiles, all flying at Vergil at frightening speeds. They engulfed him.
Priscilla rose to her feet. Her injuries where dire and she had put all her energy into that last attack. At least she had killed the yoma though. The snow that had been kicked up by her attack obscured her opponent from her so she moved forewords to confirm the kill.
She reached the point where Vergil's body should have been when she found nothing but a pile of needles that had been… deflected.
"Not since Dante have I been forced to resort to this." Came Vergil's voice, only electronic and menacing, not that Vergil's voice wasn't menacing to begin with. Priscilla turned her head to behold Vergil in all the dark glory of his devil form. Black face, blue armor, silver crest and sharp teeth showed the world the devil that the man carried within himself. Yamato slid into its sheath on Vergil's back. Once it slid home dozens of slashes hit Priscilla from all angles. Priscilla screamed in anguish and pain as she was cut by the cross dimensional slashes that Vergil had unleashed. Soon the slashes in the air disappeared and Priscilla fell to her hands and knees, defeated soundly.
"In the end you weren't strong enough." Vergil said, meaning the battle that had just been fought. Priscilla, however, interpreted it as referring to the death of her parents and brother. She let out another scream of anguish and pain. Vergil jumped back as another massive power surge erupted from the girl.
The form of an awakened being fell away, revealing the Priscilla back in her human form. Her power shrank back to a small percentage of what it had been and her aura dissolved onto both her arms. Soon enough the energy formed into twin scythe blades that attached to armored gauntlets on her arms.
"I won't forgive you." She cried again, this time her voice a child's once more. She pushed herself to her feet charged Vergil again. Vergil sidestepped a clumsy swing of Priscilla's right arm. Priscilla overbalanced and fell to the ground and lost consciousness, leaving Vergil alone in a battle scarred street.
"It seems that the devil inside you has truly become yours little one." Vergil remarked as he reverted back to his human form. He scooped her up and walked out of the town.
I'd like to take this moment to thank VulpineSnow for the help in nameing Priscilla's devil arm. Ladies and Gents say hello to Inforculum. The name is derived from the words for Punishment and Atonement in latin. Key parts of Priscilla's character in my opinion.
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