<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"We will not stand for this... Today, we take up arms. We have lived on the streets and in the trash, while the rich spat on us, and learned to make their own lives easier, with no regards for ours. If our lives are meaningless to them, then we shall show them the same courtesy. We have spent much of our lives less than alive, and now we shall live, or die fighting!" Virgil fired a shot into the air, which exploded in a shower of sparks. A morale boost, and the cheers were almost deafening; he had never really believed how many warriors he could gather, and how many victories he would have.<br/><br/>His army was armed, ready, and numerous. His powers had grown strong, though he did not doubt he would pay for them someday, but if he won this war, the payment would be worth it.<br/><br/>He turned to the man, chained to the crucifix, and grinned wickedly. He placed the barrel of the gun against the man's knee and there was a cacophony of sound; bang, crack, and a deafening scream. The scream almost drowned out the second shot to the other knee, and one would wonder how someone could scream for so long. As the screams and moans of pain began to die down, a third shot was fired, and the scream quickly became a gurgling sound. That sound was soon drowned out by another round of cheers.<br/><br/>"He is only the first of many who must die tonight!" Virgil took to the air, which was only a more impressive display. Great black infernal wings sprouted from his back, a power which hurt a lot to use, and one he used quite sparingly. The shock from the pain only made the next shock that much worse...<br/><br/>He saw the man on the roof from the corner of his eye, standing in a ritual circle.<br/><br/>Then there was snow, and a forest...<br/><br/>"Where am I? Trees, snow..." Virgil had only read about these things on computer screens, he had never actually seen them. His wings faded away, but the wounds in his body did not vanish. His trench coat had been torn since the first time he performed that ability,  and he was glad the wings tore through his clothes concisely, rather then ripping them apart.<br/><br/>He looked up and saw people in rich clothing and masks, and a sneer crossed his face. Was this some kind of joke?<br/><br/>He pulled a gun from its holster and stood up. He wouldn't let them get the best of him, and his body was quickly consumed with black flames.<br/><br/>The same black flames erupted in the center of the ball room, not emitting any heat, but revealing Virgil in the middle of the swirling flames. Once he could be seen clearly, it was also clear he had a weapon pointed at Ursula's pet.<br/></span>