Vergil stood at the end of a long, dark alley, staring at a brick on the wall, completely lost in thought. Suddenly, he came to and looked around, blinking, confused, as if he wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gotten there.
How did he get there? He had been in hell mere moments ago, his search for supreme power, his father, perhaps, still not having reached its conclusion. He brought a hand to his head, trying to remember what had just occurred… He was fighting the Prince of Darkness, Yamato in hand and—
His hand shot to where his sword ought to have been, but he found nothing. “Dammit!” he hissed, fist clenching in anger. Retrieving his sword was more important than anything.
He looked around again, wildly trying to determine where exactly he was, before punching a nearby building, spitting curses as he stalked back down the narrow street.
