Author's Note: Here we finally see the highly anticipated unveiling of Vergil's new duds. I promise to describe them to the best of my ability. However, here we are going to see a different side of Vergil and learn some things about how Nero came to posses Vergil's power. Enjoy!

Chapter 4

"Vergil?!"

A wry smirk came to Vergil's lips as Dante came from around his desk with a cautious and dazed step toward him with outstretched arms. His hands poked at Vergil's arm his blue eyes still ablaze with amazement.

"Yes I'm real you moron!"

Vergil withdrew his arm quickly, with a look of annoyance flashing across his face. His brother was always like this, too dumb to realize what things were. He was childish, cocky, and immature as always, he could hear it in his voice. One would think that after all these years, he would have finally grown up. Some things never change….maybe that's why Vergil had decided to come back.

Dante's eyes continued to follow Vergil around the room as though he were some sort of ghost. Vergil could sense it even though his back was turned. He wiped his white gloved finger across the pool table, staring at the film of dust and scowling.

"I like what you've done to the place, you've managed to keep it nice and pathetic," quipped Vergil sarcastically. He hoped to get that familiar rise out of his brother, but instead he only got,"

I thought you were –"

"Dead," Vergil finished the sentence making eye contact with the devil hunter," For a while I thought so as well."

He strode over to the window staring out at the moon's full shape before continuing," I awoke in the Demon World amidst various lesser devils. In my desperation after being defeated I sealed my power into my beloved blade, which had broken, casting it back into the human world before I was engulfed by the portal I had made to escape. Mundus had no control over me once I did this, and I had insured that he would never use my power again. However, how my blade wound up in the hands of that boy I cannot fathom."

"And the rest I guess is history," Dante said from behind him with his usual cocky tone," Still you better have let that kid live, because he's a personal friend of mine."

"Leave it to you to entrust my legacy to a boy," Vergil said turning to look at Dante," If you must know I let him live. Along with the girl."

"So," Dante said strolling over to his desk,"Those are some interesting duds you've got there bro. I guess you'll be wanting this back."

He opened a drawer and held out a golden amulet with a red stone in the center. It was still attached to the chain in perfect condition. Vergil reached for it but Dante pulled it back from his grasp chuckling," There's more to the story isn't there? How come you don't look like refried shit anymore, huh?"

Vergil cursed inwardly. Dante was toying with him. He supposed he did owe his brother some further explanation…

"When I sealed my power away, and became free, the physical effects of my corruption remained for some time afterward, though my demon form was lost to me until I claimed my sword back. When I reached the human world I recovered. That's all there is to it. Now, give it here." Vergil knew he was lying, the physical effects may have been gone, but he knew that in the back of his mind the red eyes still loomed…watching…a haunting reminder of the horror and hell he had escaped…or was still escaping.

Vergil extended his hand once more to seize the pendant but Dante laughed and withdrew it again. "You didn't just come here for the amulet did you?"

Vergil grabbed it harshly and put it around his neck before heading to the door. He stopped, he couldn't move.

"Heh, some things never change. I thought you'd at least be a little different bro, guess I was wrong."

Vergil clenched his fist and had his head bowed,"No, you're right, I came here to ask your forgiveness."

Dante was taken aback for the second time that night as he approached his hunched brother who continued on, his hands shaking fists now,"You saved my life. When it was not worth saving. I was a monster. I joined him, our father's greatest enemy. All of it for power…."

There was a stillness in the air except for the fan that whirled overhead," I'm sorry…"

His voice trailed off into the air as a drop fell and shattered on the hilt of his sword clutched in his right hand. He turned his head dismissively after it happened trying to ignore it. His brother placed his hand on Vergil's shoulder.

"Don't touch me," Vergil hissed and batted Dante's hand away.

"You're family dude and I haven't seen you in forever, so you're welcome to stay as long as you like," Dante said from behind Vergil gesturing with his hands like he always did. He chuckled to himself, seeing that Vergil maybe had become more human a little bit over all the years.

"I don't need your sympathy Dante," Vergil said and continued to walk toward the door, which abruptly opened to reveal a woman.

"Whew, that was a lot of a damn hassle, but I finally got that job behind me," the woman was completely oblivious to Vergil at first until she looked up seeing them both standing there. Her eyes widened at seeing Vergil and she immediately pulled out two pistols while he reached for his sword.

"Dante?!" she worriedly looked at Dante expecting him to make a move to stop Vergil, who she had assumed had broken into the shop.

"Witch of Mundus! How dare you show your face to me again! So this is what you've turned to brother."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Dante placed two hand firmly between the two who glared at eachother, Trish her eyes focused with her fingers tightening on the triggers, while Vergil, his visage a snarl of anger at the abomination that stood before him.

The explanations were brief, while Vergil stood in one corner, and Trish on Dante's desk. Dante was sitting in the chair where he always sat, his feet re-crossed on the table. All the while Vergil cursed himself for showing emotion and shedding that tear. It was weakness, pure and simple. He felt shameful of what he had done, he knew that right now he should be on the open road to God knows where. He should have only come for the amulet. Yet he missed his brother's wisecracks and arrogance. Now he knew the truth about the woman who resembled his mother. A devil who sought redemption like himself. But he could never forgive her for looking like his mother, she would never understand. Her manners were unclean and the tight leather made her look more like eye candy than a devil hunter.

"Well, I guess that about sums it up. I suppose you could crash wherever Verg. There's not a lot of room except for the couch and the two beds in the back."

Vergil sat down on the couch and stared at the floor , time passing by slowly as his brother headed into the back, leaving him alone with the woman. Vergil felt awkward under her scrutiny, as he sat, his hands clasped together and leaning forward looking at the ground. She too eventually headed up the stairs to the back room. It had been a silent agreement by him sitting down at the couch that he would be sleeping there. The light from the jukebox was the only light that illuminated the room casting it's glare and outlining Vergil's solemn face.

He was a guest in his brother's house, a guest among family, and yet he felt strangely as though he was not worthy of his brother's kindness. This was coupled by the fact that he hated affection, it made him feel uncomfortable. He shut himself off to all of that years ago.

He rose and headed quietly up the stairs leading up to the back room area past an odd closet to his left. He heard Dante's voice conversing with that of Trish.

"I don't trust him. He showed up so randomly."

"Aw c'mon Trish, my bro is different now I can see it in the way he is. If he was out to kill us he woulda made a move."

"I was the one who told Mundus that he was defeated, he might have sent him here to get the sword."

Vergil wondered what sword she was referring to until he heard Dante's reply," You mean Sparda? Pfft, I'm willing to give the guy a chance."

"Whatever you say."

Vergil had heard enough, he went back down the stairs from being halfway up with as little creaking as possible. So, he thought to himself, Dante was able to use the amulets' power to unlock Sparda's legendary sword. Vergil walked over in front of Dante's desk and beheld the blade hanging on the wall. It was truly a unique weapon to be sure. What he wouldn't give to hold it. It tempted him with power, if he took it he could have whatever he wanted. He heard a light turn on as his brother strolled down the lit hallway and descended down the stairs.

"You did it brother," Vergil said to his confused twin,"You completed our father's legacy."

"Um, yeah I just came down here to see how you were getting along. Ya comfortable?"

Vergil ignored the question, instead continuing," Can I….hold it?"

Dante saw a look of hunger almost in his brother's eyes, a look of longing. He knew Vergil had waited a long time for this, it had been his original goal to draw out the true potential of the Force Edge.

"Why don't you get some sleep. Musta been a real pain getting back here."

Vergil knew Dante was scared, and rightly so. But it was a manner of honor, Vergil knew he wasn't worthy to hold the blade his father had wielded. It had been Dante, and not he who had defeated Mundus. He turned his back giving the sword one final glance at seeing his old goal hanging so temptingly in front of him. Perhaps one day he would be worthy of that devil, their father's, power but not yet. He had some cleaning up to do first.

Vergil found himself in a room with his brother, they were children. But how was that possible? Demons came and killed a woman. Vergil looked down, he was older suddenly. He was holding a bloody corpse staring into its eyes. It was his mother.

He lifted his head and screamed in agony after realizing that his bloodied blade on the floor of the room had been the one that had cut her so deeply. Then he heard laughter, he stared down and saw that the blue eyes had turned to blood red, with a third eye that opened in the middle. The voice that spoke was deep and commanding, the voice of the king of Hell.

"You couldn't save her Vergil. You've failed like you have always failed," The tormentor stopped as Vergil sat shaking. He threw the body which hit the floor turning the room into the very same lake of blood where he had first fought Mundus. Eva rose, levitating eerily up as the broken body's neck snapped violently back into place. It stood there, blood over a white dress, with the hair in its eyes. The low laughter coming from the wretched being seemed to echo from all around.

"You're weak, unlike your father," Vergil backed himself away along the ground as the creature continued," Was it not you that said might protects everything? That without strength you could not protect anyone let alone yourself?"

He had backed up into something, it was Dante, only he too had three red glowing eyes.

"Heh, some brother you are. Didn't you promise mom that you would always look out for me? You see how well that worked out didn't you? Now look at you, pathetic."

The woman called Trish emerged from the blood and began to laugh eerily," So this is your brother Dante? Crawling on his knees like some dog. He's just another devil to bag."

Vergil stood closing his eyes as they all laughed in unison in the loud uproar of Mundus's voice. He clenched his fist hoping to banish the demons, raising his hands to his ears as everything seemed to spin.

"BEGONE!"

He was still on the bloody lake, only now across from him stood himself. It wore the same purple and satin clothes that he wore in the service of the Dark Master. He looked down at himself, his sword was in his hand, and even stranger, he was wearing the same clothes from all those years ago when he had fallen into Hell.

The emotionless doppelganger continued to walk forward and devil triggered into Nelo Angelo. The two rushed at eachother with a swish from Vergil's long blue coat as he held the gleaming Yamato at his side.

More blood hit the lake, being absorbed into it upon contact. Vergil stared down in shock at the massive sword rammed through his gut. Nelo Angelo had his arm on his shoulder and pulled him in closer. The mask peeled away to reveal his own face except pale with red eyes and blue lines, only it had the third eye too. Oncemore Mundus's voice uttered, using the puppet before Vergil to speak. It stared into his eyes saying plainly," Never forget that you serve me." The creature's face twisted into a grotesque smile, literally from ear to ear and laughing, then….

Vergil awoke on the couch drenched in sweat. The sun was just rising by the look of the gleam through the windows. He made his way to the dingy bathroom in the back and washed his face. He grabbed a nearby towel and dried without even looking up. However, when he did he was staring to the face of his corrupt self with the red eyes, only two this time. It gestured telling him to come with a smirk on its lips. Vergil, with a cry of alarm and disgust, slammed his right fist into the mirror cracking it instantly and sending glass shards exploding everywhere.

Through the cracked glass his reflection appeared normal, his fist still embedded in the dent he had made, oozed with blood staining his white glove. The three red orbs flashed in his head again causing him to collapse on the ground panting while holding his throbbing head. He heard a knock on the door. It was Dante.

"Hey Vergil, you in there? Nature calls!"

He had left the water running. He turned the knob with his bloodied hand. The wound had healed, though the glove remained caked with red on the knuckles. He slid it into his pants pocket, having left his overcoat on the couch. Opening the door he met his brother's tired face. He was shirtless and holding a towel over his shoulder, his eyes squinted with sleep.

"Whew, thought it would be a close call there," He walked in and was about to close the door when he opened it, his eyes wide," What the hell happened to my mirror?"

"I'll pay for a new one," Vergil said calmly walking away from his brother," I had a little….accident."

"Yeah, well don't go around breaking stuff. This is my crib so play nice," Dante griped closing the door in a somewhat aggravated manner.

Vergil walked to the fridge seeing Trish out of the corner of his eye sitting on the desk munching on a slice of pizza from the night before. He ignored her and mulled through the contents only to see soda and pizza there and some left over Chinese. Vergil grabbed the Chinese food eagerly and opened it to see only a small portion of lo mein noodles at the bottom.

"You look a little rough there," Trish said eyeing him while relishing her slice. Vergil picked up an unopened packet of chop sticks that had been placed carelessly on the top of the fridge and began to eat. He refused to respond to her quips. He had to admit though that he hadn't shaved in a while and his clothes were worn and blackened in some areas from his climb.

He liked Chinese a lot as a kid, and he had always disliked Dante's taste for pizza. He imagined that the girl was the one who had gotten Chinese, his brother hated it.

The girl had finished her pizza and was observing him as he meticulously shoved food into his mouth.

"Can I help you?"

He had his eyebrow raised as she laughed at his comment.

"You really are nothing like Dante," she mused," Today I'm going to get you a mattress so you don't have to sleep on that smelly old couch. Sound good?"

Vergil didn't answer, he merely set the carton down and placed the chopsticks inside. He stared at the floor rather than meet her eyes. She was nothing like mother, and yet she was, in that she was full of life. It was unlike him, the way he had become. Liveliness was something alien that he felt he could never see or be a part of without feeling awkward.

He finally said," As you wish."

The next few days were filled with several changes. Firstly, Trish had put the mattress into the strange side closet area of the agency. Apparently it was where all of the devil arms were kept, many of which were dusty and unused.

The next thing Trish did was to send out a custom order in Vergil's size for some new clothes. All Dante had to say was to order them to the specifications as he would. Vergil, on the other hand, had specific instructions for her to follow, down to every minute detail.

Lastly, and most likely the worst, Vergil had to wear in the meantime jeans and a t-shirt that were his brother's. The jeans had holes on the knees and the t-shirt was that of some obscure rock band that he had never heard of.

Dante would often go out for long walks, and Trish would periodically get Chinese food for Vergil who never thanked her. She was suspicious of him, and he hated her. As far as he was concerned it was not likely to change in the near future.

However, on the day that his new custom duds were due to arrive Vergil was sitting on his knees with his eyes closed on his mattress.

"Brother, look he is meditating."

"What is meditating?"

"Well it's when you-"

Vergil's eyes opened quickly and glared at the two swords sitting on a shelf sideways. He had had enough of their idle chatter. The first night he had slept in there he couldn't sleep because of their incessant banter. A sleepy Dante had to come in and bang their heads together, and tell them that Vergil was his guest. Though their talking had been occasional since then, it did not really affect Vergil's sleeping patterns which remained consistent with bad dreams, hence why he was meditating.

The two swords had silenced themselves as soon as his eyes locked in their direction, and then he let out a quiet breath and resumed his concentration. He heard the door creak open. Must there be more distractions?

"You're still suffering aren't you?"

The Trish he heard didn't sound like the seductive tone that she normally used. It was a tone of pity and of empathy.

"Does it matter?"

"I served him to you know. If Dante hadn't have come along and saved me I still would be his slave."

Vergil remained silent as she put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and drew a line with her finger as she sat next to him after walking on the mattress.

"Let me help you. I went through the same thing."

Vergil's blue eyes opened with a coldness to them,"No you have no idea. I don't need you or Dante's pity. You may look like my mother witch, but you will never be her replacement," He shook her hand away from him.

She got up and went to the door and stopped," Whatever you say. You're clothes are in by the way."

Her tone had been of a carefree nature that time, but he knew his words had stung her. No doubt Dante had commented before on how unlike mother she was. He stood up and opened the door to see his new threads near a coat rack. He went into the bathroom and examined them, scanning them for any errors on the part of the designer. The whole deal had cost Dante hundreds of dollars, but he had insisted he pay until Vergil got back on his feet.

Vergil put the clothes off to the side and began to shave quickly. Within a few minutes Vergil's black prickly fuzz was gone , leaving him with an older but clean shaven face that made him smirk as he rubbed it.

He started with the pants, which were black almost exactly the same as the ones he had before the fall into the Underworld. Next he pulled off his shirt and replaced it with a black vest that had golden dragon shaped clasps, of which there were five down the front, the dragon heads locking into place to tighten it against his chest.

He proceeded on to put on his new gloves that were vintage leather, that were brown driving gloves, except for the index finger was intact. They greatly resembled his brother's gloves and had knuckle holes on them as well.

He stared at his new boots and put them on in succession rapidly. They were brown and had straps on the sides and went up almost to the knee.

The last item was the coat, and what a magnificent coat it was. It was a vibrant dark blue leather with a golden embroidered Asian dragon on the back, surrounded by four black kanji symbols representing the elements. On the sleeves were black flame patterns that went up as far as the elbow. Also from the neck extended black ivy thorn patterns that went down and stopped toward waist level. The coat was V-cut and the interior color was still orangish-yellow.

After putting it on, Vergil placed the pedant which he had kept in his other pants pocket, and placed it around his neck before buttoning up the unique buttons of his coat. On each were engraved the head of a dragon-dog with an open mouth.

Vergil turned on the sink one last time and wetted his right gloved hand and slicked back his hair. He proceeded to the door and paused to stare in the cracked mirror. It was a new look, for a new life and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Closing Note: Alright, this chapter marks a turning point in Vergil's life within the storyline. Bear in mind this is all fictional and I do not own DMC in any way. Also, I wish I could draw for you guys this awesome new look for Vergil but I can't .

If anybody would like to draw a picture if this story like inspires you or whatever, hit me up at .com. (For those of you who are confused about the coat, think Neo's coat from the second and third Matrix movies, only leather and richly embroidered. The gloves are like the Transporter's gloves from the movie only brown, or you could just say that they are Dante's gloves from DMC 4 only with the index finger covered.)

Thanks again for reading! There is going to be more character development happening in future chapters, much like in this one so be ready! ;)