New Arrival [Open to any demonspawn who want to play Welcome Wagon]
There were distinct benefits to a demonic heritage that had nothing whatsoever to do with raw power. Although humans weren't particularly astute when it came to perceiving latent demonic power, even those who had never heard of demons seemed to have some innate sense of self-preservation that left them alarmed and uncertain of their futures in a demon's presence. The pilot of the ship that was meant to take Vergil to this world of Hollow Bastion had, when he'd seen the shower of stars back in Traverse, obviously been reconsidering the trip - but it had taken no more than a pointed inquiry, spoken in a cold voice, for him to decide that maybe running the risk of being hit by a rogue star wasn't such a daunting prospect after all.
It was convenient; open threats tended to draw far more attention than those that were merely insinuated by expression and voice tone. And while Vergil was no more adverse to causing bloody, collateral-damage-happy scenes than his twin(less prone to, but no more adverse), he saw no reason to risk his chance of transportation. Demonic heritage or no, he couldn't pilot a spaceship and held no illusions to that effect.
The world itself was something of a disappointment; it was largely wood and steel, thrown together haphazardly in what appeared to be an attempt to rebuild after something had ravaged the place. However, far more interesting was that there were traces of demonic power that, despite being far removed, Vergil could sense even at this distance.
There were very few demons who were as strong as that, and Dante was one of them. Apparently Vergil had chosen the right world to come to - not that he chalked it up entirely to luck. Twins tended towards such coincidences.
It was convenient; open threats tended to draw far more attention than those that were merely insinuated by expression and voice tone. And while Vergil was no more adverse to causing bloody, collateral-damage-happy scenes than his twin(less prone to, but no more adverse), he saw no reason to risk his chance of transportation. Demonic heritage or no, he couldn't pilot a spaceship and held no illusions to that effect.
The world itself was something of a disappointment; it was largely wood and steel, thrown together haphazardly in what appeared to be an attempt to rebuild after something had ravaged the place. However, far more interesting was that there were traces of demonic power that, despite being far removed, Vergil could sense even at this distance.
There were very few demons who were as strong as that, and Dante was one of them. Apparently Vergil had chosen the right world to come to - not that he chalked it up entirely to luck. Twins tended towards such coincidences.