Thread: Devil May Cry (Saren Crimson & RebelMoon)

Nice! She looks beautiful, I approve. Let me start this thing off. Time did not flow in Hell, for Vergil, he didn't know how much time he spent down there. He had only just awoken to see that he was in his body. The last thing he remembered was fighting Dante and then nothing. How much time did he spend just laying in a thick pool of blood which he knew it wasn't his. The lowest part of Hell is nothing but blood and broken idol statues most likely seen so many pointless battles between demons. Vergil stood up against one of the statues and looked around. He couldn't see anything but pure darkness for miles on end. Did this shake him? No, it didn't. Just like Dante, Vergil knew how to escape this place and back to the human world. It wasn't going to be easy for him seeing as he did not have, Yamato. His one and only sword given to him by his father, Sparda. He felt it's energy, it was still in the world and the person who had it had powerful demonic energy. Wielding such a sword would require tremendous power but it was only that a Sparda could use but he wasn't so sure about this person who possessed it now. Vergil's eyes narrowed but he couldn't stand there all day thinking about it. He had to move and he had to do it now. He didn't have a weapon, he wasn't defenseless but he wasn't going to be as effective without one. Despite that, he knew that his power was much more than it was before. Liking this newfound power of his, he was going to use it to his advantage to escape. He looked at the empty void in front of him and began walking forward. He was determined to get his katana back by any means nescessary. It's time I reclaim what is mine and pay my little brother a visit. I won't let him interfere with my plans again. Then again... He stopped for a brief second and stood there, thinking to himself. Just...what would be the point in it? He had wondered for a minute seeing if this was the way that he should go. Failing the first time made him think, Dante and he had defeated someone who had Sparda's full power. It made him think that maybe her surpassed him. Regardless, he thought it was about time he had felt just how powerful his father really was and from then on, whatever happened just happened. He shook his head and decided not to think about it. Vergil started walking once more then turned into a full blown sprint into the nothingness of Hell. He had to find one of the territories that had a hell gate, his blood would be enough to power it for him to get through. With that in mind, he flew across the fields of Hell. If there was one strong point about Vergil, it would be his overall speed. The hunt for the hell gate continued but little did he know that forces in Hell were already beginning to move to the human world for one great assault that was bigger than anything both of the brothers ever faced. It would be unknown by everyone even Dante and the rest of the crew of Devil May Cry until that fateful day where Vergil would ultimately have to choose to help or destroy the world. With his views on what he should do starting to conflict with each other, from this point on would be a turning point for him. Could Vergil really change this time, he didn't know. He didn't want to know but something inside of him wanted to. Dante made a lasting impression on him but the thought of helping humans disgusted him to no end but to Dante, it was all he did. Just what was it about them that made Dante go against him. Not only that, Dante wanted to help his brother during their last duel. Vergil knew it was senseless for the both of them to be trapped and sacrificed himself. Why did he? Did he really care about Dante or wouldn't accept help from him? He wanted to know just that. Meanwhile as Vergil was making away across Hell. Dante, just like everyday was sitting at his desk at Devil May Cry waiting for a job. He had a magazine on his head and leaning back in a chair, sleeping. You'd think that the world's greatest devil hunter would be actively searching for demons to kill but not him. He was only in it for the money if that were an option. If it wasn't for Lady and Trish, he probably would have a little money to use for himself and no doubt that would probably be pizza. To be honest, he hadn't been on many jobs. Demons weren't on the move as much. That would be fine if he didn't have to pay so many bills, mainly his food bill. Ever since his last trip which Lucia was waiting for him to return to the human world Hell had been surprisingly tame. It was suspicious but Dante didn't care as long as they'd finally stop interrupting his naps. Unfortunately for him, he was going to have a lot more than he bargined for when he was going to see his brother come back on the scene. Between the both of them, they didn't know what kind of problem was going to spring up. They truly did not hate each other but their views on things never was the same and would always end up fighting. Dante had a dream that Vergil was still alive and was going to escape Hell but never thought that'd actually be true, unknowingly to him.