Pain.
Far too much pain, I am losing myself. I must hold on to my memory, my identity, my pride. Mundus may have corrupted my being, but my will remains even as my power wanes, I still remain the son of Sparda. I refuse to allow that mongrel tower over me beyond the grave.
*thud*
Every step I take is heavier than the last and my shoes like anchor weight dragging them, even my gloves feel as if they were chains. My body is beginning to deteriorate, I must find it, i must go on.
"Just a little…longer…", it calls to me.
It's there just in that garage; I must find it. Someone is inside, "You, uh, you need something?" it's a young voice is he in possession of it, my vision is compromised and yet my instincts flare. 'He feels like a demon but not fully, half human?' Doesn't matter, what matters is that he's strong. I am in no condition to initiate an honourable duel I must find the sword and leave. Quickly!
"What is it, you hungry?"
Hunger? I can no longer even register it, all I feel is pain, all I feel is a void. A void of powerlessness, an abyss looking at me, showing me all my failures 'does Dante feel the same? Why must he have strength with no sacrifice? Would I have been different had our places been reversed that day? Could I have saved mother?' it matters not I was powerless then and I am powerless now.
Powerless to save her. Powerless to defeat Mungus. Powerless to free myself. Ultimately it comes down to just power and I don't have enough of it. A demon I am held back my humanity, I must discard of it.
"Well, you're in luck pal, 'cause food's ready and Kyrie always makes too much."
'What's this? The sword is on him I must ambush him that's the only way', and yet even as he turns his back to me, I can't see the sword. 'Is he keeping it in a separate dimension? That is far too troublesome. Looks like I must fight.'
"Hope you like loud talkers, too, 'cause we got a pair of those upstairs."
'AH! There you are.', I guess I still have some luck after all. Just as I thought I had to make a last stand, yet all need to do is rip out that arm. It has fused to him, a curious development yet it doesn't belong to him. It is mine alone, by right.
"You see something you like?"
Well, there goes the ruse. He is distracted 'foolishness' to turn your back to enemy what matters if there is someone to protect, you deal with assailant first. But it to my advantage I suppose, this mutt is inexperienced in hand-to-hand combat. But then again, I was once the holder of the Beowulf paws, 'I should retrieve them too after I defeat Dante and the force edge.' I reminisced as threw this child away.
"I'm taking this back."
*UGHHH* COUGH*COUGH*
"I am running out of time…", I must leave to the ruins, lead me to them Yamato.
*slice*slice*
'Where am I? I was supposed to be back the old house. Have I fallen so far that I can't even command Yamato? No, the blade sings in my hand, a song distress.', it's my memories I realize; they've begun slipping away, I forgot what home looked like for I always tried to forget about it about the loss. Yet I couldn't let go and now in this state the location of it lost.
*SCREECH*
'What are these bugs like creatures with spears? Demons? They smell of rot.', I merely unsheathe Yamato, and the weaklings scatter to scorch laden wind. 'Disgusting filth'
I walk towards what looks like a church in ruin singed by rot, I had stopped breathing for I no longer wished to smell these crimson lands revolting stench.
"Dante", and the memories came unravelled, of the loss, of the family portrait. We all looked so happy. So beautiful.
"Sparda…had once separated…the human world…from the demon world…using this sword…", unsheathing the Yamato once more I stood in front of a broken statue.
"I…should at least…be able to separate the man…from the demon", and with steady hands I plunged the blade through my heart. Let me rid myself off my weakness.
"…heavy chain, that does freeze my bones around!"
As I felt myself separate, I realized I hadn't rid my self of my other half, I had split myself. 'Curse you Mungus! To bring me so low'
And with that my consciousness faded.
Yet I saw myself. Both of me.
The frail human.
The strong demon.
A double consciousness had arisen as the identities tired to coalesce into something resembling a rational life form yet only the human half was able to able become a coherent being. The demon half grew silent and cold, its eyes remained focused on the blade now broken in two halves; one with the handle and the other just the tip of the sword. As if having made a choice the demon moved to pick the handled half it saw the man, weak as was, pick the blade and fuse to a stick he had picked up.
One soul was now two. And so Vergil was split.
But the human saw someone else, someone Vergil had overlooked, a child writhing in pain. He pulled his gaze away from the demon to listen to her, "Ah...Ahh ..Nggh... Who's there? Well, it matters not. If you are wise, you will leave, immediately. My flesh writhes with scarlet rot. It is a curse. Not to be meddled with by man."
'A man? I guess that it the truth of the matter', he turned away to refocus at the demon. Threatened the demon felt from this rot. 'I can still send him away', holding in one hand his cane he used the tip of Yamato to cut the ground below the giant demon who fell in.
'That's one issue dealt with.', the man brought his attention back to the girl and he noticed her form. Like a dying flower in the middle of a volcano, bereft of a petal she may be but a silent strength dwell within, a fire kindling in this swamp of rot. 'She reminds me of myself'
That thought paralyzed him.
"Who am I?"