Devil And The Dark [Closed]
Vergil was sure, if he were willing to waste enough time to trace things back far enough, this would somehow wind up being all Dante's fault.
It wasn't that he blamed Dante for everything, or even a great majority of things. But his twin had the tendency to be the source of all of Vergil's biggest problems - if only because there was very little else that could seriously hinder him beyond Dante's direct intervention - and, given that being in a strange little town miles from Temen-ni-gru or anything else he recognized was definitely the biggest problem Vergil had at the moment, Dante had to be at the root of it somehow.
And the bastard in black had escaped. Obviously a lapse on Dante's part, falling prey to whatever those creatures were before Vergil could even arrive; if he'd held out just a bit longer they could have teamed up and kicked the man's ass properly before getting back to their own points of contention. It was a minor inconvenience, given that Vergil was going to track the man in black to the ends of the worlds now, human and demon alike...but it rankled.
Vergil had been wandering back and forth through the alley he'd found himself in, taking out his aggravation on the shadows that appeared until becoming somewhat more good-humored and then, from there, bored(a timeframe of about five minutes). Sliding the Yamato back into its sheath and casually swatting away a shadow in his path with it, he made his way toward what sounded like a town square - certainly there were more voices coming from that direction than any other.
He didn't particularly care where he was, and didn't expect anyone would have any insight on how to get back to where he had been. But it was certainly nothing he couldn't handle. What he was interested in were the whereabouts of the man in black and, as a secondary concern, his brother; seeing Dante absorbed by those creatures had in no way convinced him his younger twin was dead, he'd have to see Dante's heart ripped from his chest before he could believe that. And it always paid to know where Dante was, in much the same way a sailor wanted to know where the reefs were - it made life infinitely easier not to run into them unexpectedly.
Why hadn't he ever asked the man in black his name? Granted, he hadn't given a damn at the time what it was, and the man could have given him a false name, but it was going to make asking after him unnecessarily difficult.
How fortunate, then, that the man's appearance had been so distinctive.
It wasn't that he blamed Dante for everything, or even a great majority of things. But his twin had the tendency to be the source of all of Vergil's biggest problems - if only because there was very little else that could seriously hinder him beyond Dante's direct intervention - and, given that being in a strange little town miles from Temen-ni-gru or anything else he recognized was definitely the biggest problem Vergil had at the moment, Dante had to be at the root of it somehow.
And the bastard in black had escaped. Obviously a lapse on Dante's part, falling prey to whatever those creatures were before Vergil could even arrive; if he'd held out just a bit longer they could have teamed up and kicked the man's ass properly before getting back to their own points of contention. It was a minor inconvenience, given that Vergil was going to track the man in black to the ends of the worlds now, human and demon alike...but it rankled.
Vergil had been wandering back and forth through the alley he'd found himself in, taking out his aggravation on the shadows that appeared until becoming somewhat more good-humored and then, from there, bored(a timeframe of about five minutes). Sliding the Yamato back into its sheath and casually swatting away a shadow in his path with it, he made his way toward what sounded like a town square - certainly there were more voices coming from that direction than any other.
He didn't particularly care where he was, and didn't expect anyone would have any insight on how to get back to where he had been. But it was certainly nothing he couldn't handle. What he was interested in were the whereabouts of the man in black and, as a secondary concern, his brother; seeing Dante absorbed by those creatures had in no way convinced him his younger twin was dead, he'd have to see Dante's heart ripped from his chest before he could believe that. And it always paid to know where Dante was, in much the same way a sailor wanted to know where the reefs were - it made life infinitely easier not to run into them unexpectedly.
Why hadn't he ever asked the man in black his name? Granted, he hadn't given a damn at the time what it was, and the man could have given him a false name, but it was going to make asking after him unnecessarily difficult.
How fortunate, then, that the man's appearance had been so distinctive.