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Make the Angels scream and the Devil cry [Thread]

Who:Vergil

highrolling
What:A friendly spar.
When:March 18th?
Where:IDK, Forest.
Rating:T for language and blood. I mean, these are DMC characters we're talking about.

It was amusing, just how much he was anticipating this simple sparring session. Not out of the intent to release pent up frustration, or to vent pent up emotions that have found themselves becoming tempestuous. Nothing that glaringly simple.

This Nero, whoever he was, came from his world. Of this he was sure. He knew his brother, and he wielded his own sword. This meant that, simply put, Nero came from the future of his world. From a point in which he himself was no longer a part of.

Some would have been troubled by such a revelation, but Vergil was excited, in his own, reserved manner. He came with two weapons, although he kept one hidden until the proper time came. Currently, dim white light pulsed from his hands and feet, as the gauntlets and greaves named Beowful waited just as patiently as Vergil for Nero. And looming somewhere on his frame was Yamato, his sword.

Oh yes, he was truly anticipating this sparring session.

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To be perfectly honest, Nero wasn't sure where that Vergil guy was going to be. He hadn't asked, and he hadn't planned a location.

Luckily for Nero, though, the first place he searched was the edge of the forest. It seemed like a logical choice, after all. Away from everyone else and, damn, all that nature.

He spotted a rather tall man with white hair, just like his. He quirked a brow, then walked closer, hand on the hilt of the Red Queen. He had also purchased a hand-gun, which was tucked away nicely in the Blue Rose's old holster. It would never live up to it's predecessor, but his waist felt naked without it.

He called out, "Hey! You Vergil?"

Vergil had already spotted him long before he called out, and had ample time to get past the subtle, yet present, shock at some of the glaring similarities he had with both himself and Dante. It only added to the growing anticipation in the end.

"Yes." He responded simply, his cold eyes locked on Nero. "Which would make you Nero then." A flicker of a smirk formed at the corners of his mouth before fading away entirely. His eyes darted to the most obvious thing on Nero, which was his arm. A moment later, they shot to the hilt of the sword he had on his back. He duly noted the odd resemblance to a motorcycle handle.

"Shall we?" Vergil stated once more, his stance seeming more casual than it was prepared for battle.

Nero wasn't exactly the most observant person in the world. But he did notice how similar Vergil and Dante appeared. And, well, come to think of it, him too. It wasn't important to him, though. He would mention it later. The similar appearance to the handlebar of a motorcycle was more than just passing. Nero revved the sword like a bike, the blade glowing red with power.

"Ready when you are, Verg!" He removed the glowing sword from it's scabbard and pointed it at Vergil, his demonic arm glowing brightly. Nero imagined it was probably from the anticipation of battle. But really, the devilish limb was reacting to the yet unseen Yamato.

A handlebar on a sword, and a sword that could be revved just like a motorcycle. He was distantly begging to wonder if this kid was the illegitimate offspring of his brother. It seemed Nero shared a taste in retarded weaponry with his brother, who once wielded an electric guitar that doubled as a scythe.

"Is that so?" He responded, a very unsettling grin filling his features. "Let's put that to the test then." And as if the incantations to a spell, three floating, blue swords appeared just in front of Vergil's forehead, hovering for a moment before shooting towards Nero. Using the magical blades as a distraction, Vergil himself blinked out of sight and into the air, his foot glowing brightly before Vergil unleashed his Starfall kick, aiming to catch Nero with one of his more lethal moves early in.

Just because this was a spar, didn't mean it was going to be an easy one. And for someone like Nero, who's very presence exuded a sort of demonic aura, Vergil was more than willing to put him in harms way to see what he was truly capable of.

Shit, this guy was fast. Of course, it was nothing that Nero hadn't expected. He sliced his sword in a red arc, the swords bouncing off the red steel of the blade with three "tink" sounds in quick succession.

But the kick, he wasn't quite as ready for. He held out his demon arm to try and grab Vergil's foot and end the kick.

Normally, Vergil would have used Nero's stance against him, by once again blinking out of sight and unleashing a barrage of lethal kicks to the varying key parts of his body. However, he wanted to see something else before anything of that sort occurred.

He wanted to know what that arm was capable of. And if it meant pain, so be it. Paying in pain for knowledge of one's adversary and interest was a very good bargain.

He didn't teleport away, or change his attack, or do anything really. His foot was caught by the demonic arm effortlessly enough, and even though his face feigned a subtle breed of shock, he was grinning inwardly.

Of course Nero wouldn't pick up on Vergil's subtleties. He was too pigheaded for that. He took the look of shock for what it was and then HE grinned, rather mischievously. "Going down!"

With that, Nero flung the other man into the ground with all the power the demonic arm could muster, followed by a barrage of bullets from the handgun.

[[ooc: oh god Nero is going to lose this fight so bad.]]

While he was expecting pain to follow his gamble, he wasn't quite expecting that. The impact was nothing short of explosive, and the shock from it was more than enough to register truthfully on Vergil's features, for the brief time frame he allowed them to. However, he was not going to let a display of brute force keep him off his feet, and before the first bullet could touch him, he blinked out of sight, reappearing at Nero's left side.

"Your arm is quite impressive." He commended before twisting on the ball of his left foot and unleashing a wicked roundhouse at the back of Nero's head. Without dropping his foot after the first blow, he let loose a barrage of wicked, well aimed sidekicks.

[[ooc: Nero definitely has the power department in his favor, but fighting experience and technical skills? Yah, our good Mr. Nero is in a pretty pickle here.]]

Well, that was new. His buster attack usually sent his opponents reeling. While he was trying to recover from the confusion and the kick of the handgun that he just would never be used to, the kick connected with the back of his head.

His vision went black for what seemed like forever, but was really just a few seconds. But it was enough for Vergil's sidekicks to connect and for Nero to fall to the ground.

He stood up, carefully, and held his sword in both hands, his gun now holstered. "Tcch... y-you're good. But not good enough!" Stubborn as rver, even with a throbbing head, he rushed forward, a ghostly image of his demonic arm magnified in size floating above his head. Nero unleashed a powerful punch with the arm's doppelganger, which certainly was not as transparent as it appeared.

'Powerful, but lacking perception of surroundings. And the ability to improvise as situations develop.' Vergil processed mentally as Nero collected himself, Waiting to see what his opponent's next move would be. Inwardly, he was beginning to find it kind of insulting that this was the person that would inherit his signature weapon. Although, he had to remind himself that this one was fighting with one weapon replaced and another gone altogether.

When Nero's arm spawned it's ghostly doppelganger, Vergil was already beginning to feel that the time was nigh. Instead of stepping into any specific stance, he dismissed his gauntlets and greaves. A purely demonic grin formed on the half-devil's face as he extended his left hand out to the side, closing around something that was not there.

"I beg to differ." Vergil coldly responded to the boy's taunt. Within a split second, a sheathed o-katana came to existence in his closed left hand. And then just as the punch was baring down on him, he drew the blade out with impossible speed, colliding with the demonic punch.

[ooc: This good? Y/N/Kill yourself plzkthx]

If he was surprised before, he was really fucking surprised now. "That's.... that's Yamato!" Nero's expression of surprise turned into one of anger. In response to this change in emotion, the demonic arm glowed even more brightly and he forced it against the blade.

"You stole it! You bastard!! Do you have my fucking gun, too?!" He growled and swung his sword violently, sending a red shockwave hurtling towards Vergil.

[[ooc: *facepalms* Nero = dumb]]

"Stole?" In the blue glow of the arm, Vergil's face became much more demonic and sadistic. Yet in his eyes burned amusement and entertainment. "How would I steal something that has been rightfully mine since birth?!" He growled. Upon the sword being swung, Vergil shifted his weight and used the arm to flip himself to Nero's rear. While in mid flip, he unleashed three lightning quick cuts upon the enraged Nero, aiming for each should and the back of the neck. By the time he was on the ground once more, the sword was sheathed and held at ready.

He twisted on his feet again, turning just enough to glance at Nero from the side. "As for your gun, I wouldn't bother with such dishonorable weaponry." His words were cruel and pointed, but honest ones none the less. "They're pathetic tools for pathetic people."

[[ooc: oops wrong place DX]]

"Yours?" Nero flipped forward to avoid the stabs in the neck. "What do you mean, yours?!" He drove forward, slashing with even more speed than before, his eyes almost seeming to glow with fury. He spoke quickly and angrily. "I found that sword! I saved it from that weirdass scientist! I put it back together! And Dante let me have it!"

He stopped his drive and pulled his gun, holding it in his devil arm, aiming it squarely between Vergil's eyes. The muzzle of the gun glowed blue with power. "Oh yeah? Say that again when you have a bullet in your brain!"

"It was never Dante's to begin with!" Vergil countered, both with words and with his blade, deflecting each blow from the enraged Nero with swift precision, backing up in turn with Nero's charge. "Or was that what he claimed? That it was his sword? That it was his property?"

When the drive stopped, so did Vergil, sheathing the sword without a moments hesitation. Without so much as a wink, a large number of blue swords came into existence around him, every one of them focused on Nero's neck. His right hand tightened on the hilt to his sword, waiting for the sound of the gun being fired.

"Your threats and taunts are meaningless, Nero." He replied tersely. "I'm not interested in what you say you'll do. Only in what you will do."

Nero looked at the sword and lowered his gun, flicking the safety on. His curiosity was beginning to override his anger.

"He never said it was his, per say. He said it belonged 'in the family' or something." He added an air of snotty kid, "So what does that make you, his brother?" Of course, he thought he himself was joking. Dante had never, ever mentioned having any sort of family. None of this was making any sense.

Vergil's face remained stoic as he heard Nero's response. It didn't surprise him in the least that Dante failed to mention just who the sword belonged to. After all, they weren't close. Not unless they were separated by the deadly sharp blades they carried and wield.

He lifted the sheathed Yamato up, holding it parallel to the ground. "Yes." He answered sternly. "Dante and I are twins, although I suspect that might not be the case any longer." He twirled the sword in his hand before holding it back to his side. "The only reason I would not have this sword, is that I would no longer be able to wield it."

If he needed to firmly state exactly what he was talking about, then he was going to lose a degree of respect for this boy.

Nero got it. And then, he didn't. "So... you're alive. But in my time, you're not." He paused. "And yet, here we are. Having a nice little scuffle." He turned around and yelled at the castle. "PARADISA, YOU DON'T MAKE ANY DAMN SENSE."

He shook his head and sheathed his sword, not much in the mood for a fight now. He crossed his arms and walked in a sort of circle. "So any reason for Dante to not mention that little fact? I mean, at the time, it didn't matter, but seeing my current situation, it would have saved me a lot of fucking embarrassment, you know?"

"Time, space, life and death. All of it is meaningless in this realm." Vergil replied to his outburst, the summoned swords vanishing into the air. "So, while I am dead in your time, I am very much alive here."

Now he had to crack a very small smile. "Dante and I...aren't the closest of siblings. Quite the opposite really. We've been trying to kill each other for close to ten years now." He was more than happy to leave out the instances where he instigated said fights, and especially happy to leave out the part where he ripped open the gates of Hell simply to gain his Father's sword.

"And save that, he is Dante. What is it to him if you successfully make a fool out of yourself." Although, he was more pressed into finding out just HOW this Nero knew his brother.

"Yeah, well. I guess I should have expected that! I mean, nothing else here makes sense, why would time?"

Nero took out the Red Queen and leaned on it, thinking. "Oh. Well, that's pretty damn hard core, Vergil." He cocked an eyebrow. "And yeah, that seems like Dante to specifically leave out details. Heh."

He made a random gesture with one hand and picked up his sword, putting it over his shoulder. To him, the sword was as much a way to emphasize his speech as it was to kill the shit out of demons. "What I wanna know is how your sword ended up broken in half and in the hands of a crazy-assed cult."

"Our family history tends to strike people as such." He replied, "and Dante tends to leave out numerous things. Like basic manners, a sense of dignity and honor, and most of all, intellect." He, unlike Nero, was almost unmoving. He stood nearly at attention, an aura of readiness seething off his entire body. Absolutely calm, collected, and practically motionless.

"A fine question, although I'm without the answer. When I was...on the way to my climatic finish, I still held a complete Yamato. What happened in-between is just as much a mystery to me." Although one he would dearly like to find out. Someone would pay for breaking his sword. "As for why, I suspect it had to do with the fact that this sword is one of the keys to Hell."

[ooc: Sure seems to be a lot of them keys, eh? Force Edge, the amulets, Yamato. Shit, I bet a soup can is a key to Hell.]

"He did seem short on manners." He scoffed a bit, then laughed. "But for some reason, he wasn't short on ladies. He's a good Demon Hunter, though, I'll give him that."

Nero thought on it for a moment. So somewhere between the time when Vergil kicked the bucket and when he himself came upon it, the sword's blade had been snapped and the Order's secret creepy people had gotten a hold of it. "They were looking for a way to open a gate." He nodded. "That must be the way they did it. Huh. I wouldn't know, I was... incapacitated at the time."

[[ooc: lol XD So true.]

Vergil opted not to speak further on the topic of his brother. While it was one that was near and dear to his heart, it was there for all the wrong reasons. And aside from that, Dante was not here. Focusing on him when he was no where to be found was a pointless and utterly foolish endeavor.

"Since I doubt any individual could bring out the true potential of Yamato, I would assume using it as a key would be the obvious choice." It was true. It took a certain something to use Yamato to its fullest capabilities. Which...made this discussion come right back to Nero. "What is Yamato to you, anyways? A simple weapon, or is it something more?"

If he survived his one way trip to Hell, he was going to make a point of paying a visit to this Order. And eviscerating the lot of them.

[[ooc: Sorry about the delay. Had to deal with some crap on my end.]]

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