<div class="floatleft">(http://nd01.jxs.cz/852/546/4104eb128d_38151653_o2.jpg)</div><br/>It started as it ended, with Vergil, the older of the Sons of Sparda by a few seconds, wanting the Perfect Amulet for himself so that he might unlock the power of their father for his own.  Standing in a waterfall's path, the rushing water brought no comfort to the blue dressed warrior, his brother standing across from him.  Yamato was sheathed at the moment, Force Edge on the other hand which had fell down into this layer of Hell, was in Vergil's hands already, having just grabbed it right out from Dante's reach.  Holding out his free hand, Vergil said simply, his glacial blue eyes full of malice and a hint of self loathing.  "Give that to me."  Meaning the other half of the amulet his brother held.  "No way.  You got your own."  Dante replied, throwing his hands up in the air briefly before shaking his head.  Vergil could only narrow his eyes and heft Force Edge up level with his face, the blade pointing towards his brother who was just as hard headed as ever.  "Well I want yours too."  "What are you gonna do with all that power huh?  No matter how hard you try, you're never going to be like father."  Dante retorted, circling his brother who simply turned gracefully to keep his better half in his sights at all times.  One lapse, and it'd be all over considering how strong they both were.  He had heard enough however, and Vergil charged with a barely suppressed curse on his lips.  "You're wasting time!"<br/><br/>The clash that followed had a small explosion of water kick up around the two brothers as they grabbed each other's blades.  While they struggled for dominance over the other, Dante spoke further, straight from his heart and soul, which was a rare thing for him.  Still, even Vergil listened more than he let on he was.  "We are the Sons of Sparda.  Within each of us flows his blood, but more importantly, his soul!"  Breaking away, they slid backward in their respective directions, their hands bleeding for a few seconds before they recovered without so much as a scratch.  Pointing at his brother with his own unique sword in hand, Dante shouted one last comment, pointing accusingly at Vergil in the process.  "And now my soul is saying it wants to stop you!"  The comment was met with derisive laughter as Vergil said his own peace, a cold, blade thin smile on his own face as he made a tight fist with his free hand before his face.  "Unfortunately our souls are at odds brother.  I need more power!"  "And we're supposed to be twins."  "Twins....right."  Putting his blade before him, Vergil dashed forward just as Dante did after their little heart to heart talk, which while seemingly one sided had the rather unique effect in starting something within the otherwise cold samurai.  Whatever might come of it later however wasn't important then as the fight that ensued, had anyone been witness to it, would have been spoken of across the Hellish world they battled within.  Sword met sword in a continuous ring and clash, barely able to separate the individual attacks they were moving so fast.  They were both fighting with all that they had, but only one could hope to make it out of there alive.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before Dante somehow managed to get the upper hand, and began to press his advantage.  Vergil was the better swordsman of the two, yet he was losing this fight.  The battle against Arkham had been no match even despite the fact the would be Devil had unsealed their father's power and tried to use it for himself.  But now, it was if he was facing a completely different Dante as Force Edge rang out against Rebellion, only to be beaten aside no matter what he tried, feeling the massive broadsword find its mark again and again.  Vergil was sustaining wounds that should have killed a normal man, but he was not entirely human, just like his brother.  Falling to his hands and knees, Force Edge still gripped in his hand tightly, the samurai panted heavily, unbelieving that he was being defeated by his younger brother.  "Am I....being defeated?"  "What's wrong?  Is that all you got?  Come on get up.  You can do better than that."  The challenge only saw to invoke Vergil's prideful rage, giving him one last boost to his body that he would need for this one last charge.  Growling as he stood on legs that were beginning to fail him, the blue eyed warrior and Dante both could hear a distant rumbling.  That could only mean one thing.  "The portal to the human world is closing Dante because the amulets have been separated."  "Let's finish this Vergil.  I have to stop you, even if that means killing you."  Dante replied, clearly not wanting to but he wasn't about to back down now.  His soul would not be satisfied until he was able to put an end to his brother's madness.<br/><br/>They charged at each other one last time.  Everything slowed down to a crawl for the two brothers that were so much alike yet completely different, two sides of the same coin.  Vergil was a second too slow as he felt Rebellion bite deep into his side, touching his spine as Dante blasted by him during that last no holds barred attack from both brothers.  Force Edge fell limp from his hand as he held an arm over the new slash in his chest, somehow yet able to stand even after sustaining such a blow.  Kneeling long enough to get his half of the amulet which had fallen from around his neck, Vergil stumbled backward towards the waterfall's edge, prepared to jump.  "No one can have this Dante.  It's mine.  It belongs to a Son of Sparda."  Reaching the edge, Dante tried to reach Vergil before he could jump but was stopped as Yamato was unsheathed and the point held up against his brother's throat.  "Leave me and go, if you don't want to be trapped in the Demon World.  I'm staying.  This place, was our father's home."  Starting to fall into the darkness below, Dante tried one last time to save his brother, only to have his hand cut one last time by Yamato as Vergil plummeted away, never to be seen again, at least, not as he once was in a sense.  Waking up in a pit full of what looked like blood, Vergil was still battered and weakened, but stronger than what he had been earlier at least, though not by much.  The landscape was black and bleak, full of bones and stones that looked like screaming, twisted bodies.  In the distance however, was the reason for all of his supposed madness.<br/><br/>Three lights in the sky, red and crackling with demonic power in the shape of a perfect triangle hovered in the distance.  It was the glowing eyes of Mundus, the demon emperor.  Even in his weakened condition, Vergil was eager to test his skill against the Prince of Darkness himself, the very reason that their mother and father were dead finally within his grasp.  "It'll be fun to fight against the Prince of Darkness.  If my father did it, I should be able to do it too!"  Yamato came out in a blur as he spoke before he foolishly charged the most powerful of the demons that was known to exist to date.  He never got close as he was blasted, tossed, and crushed back into the pool of blood he had crawled out of.  He had no choice, he had to flee, but he lost his half of the Perfect Amulet doing so which would be used to create Nelo Angelo later by Mundus since it had essentially absorbed enough of Vergil's essence to be able to make a near perfect but corrupted copy of the man himself later down the road.  Using what strength he had left, Vergil cut open a path to a new place, not caring where he wound up so long as he got away from Mundus.  One last spear of red demon energy found him first however, and Vergil lost Yamato as his hand was taken out before he fell through the gate.  Landing heavily on his back on the other side, Vergil slowly picked himself up only to be stomped back down into the cobbled stone street he was on.  "Wha?  Get off me!"  He lashed out and surprised the demon that had stepped on him, knocking it away but Vergil himself fell to his hands and knees again, the wounds that hadn't had much of a chance to heal opening up again, letting fall his half demon blood.<br/><br/>Finding himself in a city of the likes he had never seen, the blue clothed samurai stood on shaky legs, surrounded by strange looking demons of the like he had never seen before.  Balling his hands into fists as they obviously meant to finish what Mundus started, Vergil struck first before they had the chance to do so themselves.  Even at the edge of his life, the samurai fought and defeated half a dozen of them before he was felled from lack o strength and a dozen new bruises and slashes to add to the ones already present on his body before he faded into darkness at last.  He had no sense of time, no way to tell the days apart from each other as he slipped in and out of the comatose like state he had fell into, but images of a very beautiful woman came and went as she tended to his wounds for the first couple of weeks.  After the pain faded, Vergil fell into a deep sleep from which it took twelve years to fully come out of, but in that time he had been able to assess his life up until that point when he was semi-conscious anyway before going back under.  What a fool he had been, thinking he could have taken Mundus on in the state he had been in.  Not only that, but his quest for power so that he might have his revenge he realized had ultimately been an exercise in futility.  Dante had proven that the last time they had fought.  Vergil had been the stronger, yet his strength paled to the passion and fire in his brother's soul which had allowed him to so easily beat him down.  Regardless, he didn't plan to give up his mission to destroy Mundus, unaware it had already been done by Dante during his twelve years in a coma.  Opening his blue eyes for good this time, Vergil groaned softly, physically weaker than he had ever been, but at least he was alive.  Looking around though, he had to wonder if that was such a good thing.