Author's note: Thank you all so much for the positive reviews! From here on out the story will advance by leaps and bounds as Vergil becomes reacquainted with himself and the world around him.

Chapter 1

Kyrie walked holding in her hands some freshly picked Irises that Nero had bought for her at the market earlier that day. Their sweet smell filled her nostrils oncemore as she walked off the main road to an area that had been blocked off. The cleanup crews had been cleaning up the fragments of all the remaining Hellgates since the Savior had been used as a weapon. No guards or workers were near this abandoned square at the moment, so she let curiosity get the best of her and kept walking. She ran her fingers along the brick wall of the building next to her as she made her quiet descent down a wide stairway of elaborate stonework. Her thoughts dwelt on love and not on the shards of the recently shattered Hellgate that lay strewn before her.

Nero had promised her a kiss and had delivered, now he was off eliminating the remaining demons. He must have destroyed the Hellgate earlier this morning, without having any one now to clean it up after he was done. Her eyes scanned the pieces until she saw something amiss. A man?! She dropped her flowers and ran to him as her breath quickened. He had white hair and was strewn face first on the cold pavement not stirring at all.

She turned over his limp form to see a deathly pale face, deformed by lines of bluish hue that crossed down his eyes. She wondered whether this misshapen being was even a man at all or another devil. But her kind heart would not allow her to condemn someone to death without care. She supported his form on her and dragged him to the road, there she stopped to regain her balance from his weight.

"Kyrie?"

She turned to see Nero staring at her with a shocked and bewildered look on his face.

"This man, he needs help, please help me carry him,"she replied as he drew near," I found him near one of the Hellgates."

"I took care of that one this morning ," said Nero grabbing the unconscious man's other arm and draping it over his shoulder," This one was extremely unstable, and activated not long before I got there. Poor bastard, I hope he's alright."

Vergil's eyes opened to see the blurriness of a room with a high stone ceiling. He blinked to readjust to the unfamiliar surroundings. He attempted to sit up but collapsed back down because he felt dizzy. The light flooding the room hurt his eyes almost as much as the light of the portal he had escaped through earlier.

The sound of footsteps greeted his ears as a girl with brown hair and a flowing white dress walked into the room bearing a tray of food and drink. He stared at her in silence until she noticed him and turned her head low to avoid his gaze. "You were unconscious for three days, sir," she said meekly," Here is some food if you would like. It will help you regain your strength back…"

"Bring it here," Vergil said with quiet authority in his voice. He immediately began to dig into the food ravenously as the girl watched in silence. He tasted fruit, chicken, and sweet wine all of which were honey to his tongue and nourishment to his starved form. He felt uncomfortable with the human waiting upon him so, not that he was complaining, after all he was superior to a human any day. Still he yearned to know where he was and how he came to be in this strange land.

"What is this place, girl?"

He had not skipped a beat in his frenzy to gorge himself as he spoke.

"You are in Fortuna, once one of the great kingdoms ruled by Sparda long ago."

Sparda? Vergil knew that name. It was the name of his father, the father whose power he had hoped to obtain so many years prior. However those days were gone and the half-demon craved more truth," How did I come to be here?"

"I found you amid the ruins of a gate that lead to the demon world, a gate that someone I know destroyed," She continued to speak to the floor refusing to meet his eyes as her voice trembled.

So a gate to the Demon World had been his way home. Someone with great power had to have been able to destroy it and he was determined to find out who. He stared at his reflection in the silver tray and was shocked at what he saw. His face had been completely restored to its original state, though clearly he had aged somewhat due to his tenure in Hell. Some black peach fuzz was sprouting from his chin, as he ran his fingers through his hair with his hand and continued to look with awe.

The girl, seeing his surprise said," While you lay there you tossed and shouted violently. You spoke of a man named Dante who was here before a while ago. You had a terrible fit and a fever, so I prayed for you and so did Nero. When I came in here this morning and checked you had ….changed. Sparda did answer my prayers after all!"

She smiled and made eye contact with Vergil for the first time, though Vergil got up and took a few steps across the room, not returning her sudden warmth with anything but his grim meditative air. His blue eyes swept across the sights through the open window to the room they were in. He saw doves flying overhead and bustle in the streets below as the the sun was rising. The building where he was staying must have been a church for he heard bells ringing overhead bellowing out the time. It was seven in the morning, the start of a new day and a new destiny. He went over to a table and dipped his white gloved hand in some water in a pitcher and slicked his hair back , realizing that he was still in the attire that his father had worn in his human was the very same attire Mundus had given him. Frankly it shamed him.

"Girl," he said turning his head slightly as he headed to the door, his back to her," Is this Nero the same one who destroyed the gate?"

"Yes," she replied uncertainly, staring at his back.

He continued to walk forward, until the image of three red eyes flashed into his mind, causing him to clutch his head in pain and lean against the stone archway that acted as a doorframe.

"Are you alright!" cried the girl rushing forward to help," You must rest to-"

"Leave me and go!"

He had one hand outstretched as though to ward her back. He recovered his composure and continued to walk, leaving the troubled Kyrie behind him who uttered in his wake," You're not human are you?"

Vergil who had continued to walk out into the main hall of the church, outside the room, paused for a moment, turning his head to the side but not turning around.

"No…"

His footsteps continued until he went out of sight toward the image of his father amid the benches.