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涼宮ハルヒの憂鬱 SOS団
Chapter-1 The darkness....
It was a dark gloomy day as lighting engulfed the sky. Although the mood was thought to be depressing it in no way effected vergils mood, but it began to play upon his thoughts. Bringing him back to the day his mother died,a memory all to clear. There he stood as the rain beat down upon him masking his tear's. His hands where covered in blood, blood the image would haunt him for the rest of his days.
The kindness that had once dwelled in his heart was gone as quick as the rain ended. Death.....power Vergil looked apon Yamato clad in shadow and darkness. Darkness, power his resolve as cold as the skin of the corpse that lay before him. Power, Vergil thought to him self with out it I couldnt protect her. Vergil rose his eyes to the dim light above, power without it can protect nothing let alone myself.
Liveing this belief Vergil had honed his skills never excepting limitations always becomeing more powerful. For what he asked to himself to sit in library.He grumply rose from the old dust covered chair and proceeded to replace a book, but was interupted by a voice.
"Are you looking for the book of ancient legend"?
"The on that tells of the demon warrior Sparda"
Vergil respond confidently.
"Thats not what im looking for now leave me"
He returned the book to it's shelf makeing an attempt to leave.
The mans face still shrouded in darkness by the dim light he responded.
"A demon who impregnated a human female who then bared twin sons"
Like a clap of lighting Vergil drew Yamato from its Saya and pointed it at the man in the darkness. Speaking in a reluctant voice.
"Leave me I wont tell you a third time"
This display of speed did little to impress the unknown man as he approched Vergil running his figure down the blade he said.
"Humans inherantly fear evil, but some can be sudduced by evil"
Time seemed to slow as the word escaped this mans mouth. Again bringing him to the day his mother died. Although he hated demons he soon lusted on there power. Becomeing sure the only way to acheive power was through evil. His inner thought was broken by the man telling him his name.
"I am Arkham"
Apon the new view a large pulsateing growth could be seen. An image the most would have found appauling intriged Vergil. He slowly and stlylishy deposited Yamato into its Saya.
"my name is Vergil"
"Vergil what is it you seek"?
"Power"
"The power of sparda"
"well you have come too the right place"
Arkham explained to Vergil many things about his reasons for studying the black arts but from pieces missing Vergil Knew he was hideing something from him.
"How did you know I was a son of sparda"?
Vergil interrupted in a demanding voice.
"My study of the Black arts has lead me to learn many things"
The way he responded to the questions made him very untrust worthy. It mattered little what threat could a human pose. Moments latter the mans attire caught Vergils eye. He had seen it before it was a priests uniform.He quickly redirected his attention to Arkham now standing behind him.
"This library have you ever been to chapel"?
"no"
"Frankly I dont know how you got back here it is a restricted area"
"............"
"come i have something to show you"
Arkham lead vergil to a large alter and behind it a crusified man. The statue tested his patience. Vergil responed sharply.
"Why do stand me before this false profit"!
"you have something against him"?
"................."
"destroy it"
The action fancied Vergil's taste. A loud sound echoed through the chapel.
"I told you to destroy it"
"I did"
The statue in a flash of light slide into pieces. Revealing a door. Follow me, arkham whispered as he proceeded forward. The door burst open with the dust and stench of 2000 years. Below waited stairs that seemed to go on forever. Along the way little conversation was made except vergil childishly asking are we there yet! The bottom chamber was surprisely well lit by blue torches that surrounded the walls. Another stair case ahead. Vergil shot more stairs! His remark completely ignored by Arkham said.
"You need the amulets"
"Dante has the"...............
"I know"
Vergil proceeded up the stairs. When he reached the landing he whispered under his breath
It begins..........
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It was a dark gloomy day as lighting engulfed the sky. Although the mood was thought to be depressing it in no way effected vergils mood, but it began to play upon his thoughts. Bringing him back to the day his mother died,a memory all to clear. There he stood as the rain beat down upon him masking his tear's. His hands where covered in blood, blood the image would haunt him for the rest of his days.
The kindness that had once dwelled in his heart was gone as quick as the rain ended. Death.....power Vergil looked apon Yamato clad in shadow and darkness. Darkness, power his resolve as cold as the skin of the corpse that lay before him. Power, Vergil thought to him self with out it I couldnt protect her. Vergil rose his eyes to the dim light above, power without it can protect nothing let alone myself.
Liveing this belief Vergil had honed his skills never excepting limitations always becomeing more powerful. For what he asked to himself to sit in library.He grumply rose from the old dust covered chair and proceeded to replace a book, but was interupted by a voice.
"Are you looking for the book of ancient legend"?
"The on that tells of the demon warrior Sparda"
Vergil respond confidently.
"Thats not what im looking for now leave me"
He returned the book to it's shelf makeing an attempt to leave.
The mans face still shrouded in darkness by the dim light he responded.
"A demon who impregnated a human female who then bared twin sons"
Like a clap of lighting Vergil drew Yamato from its Saya and pointed it at the man in the darkness. Speaking in a reluctant voice.
"Leave me I wont tell you a third time"
This display of speed did little to impress the unknown man as he approched Vergil running his figure down the blade he said.
"Humans inherantly fear evil, but some can be sudduced by evil"
Time seemed to slow as the word escaped this mans mouth. Again bringing him to the day his mother died. Although he hated demons he soon lusted on there power. Becomeing sure the only way to acheive power was through evil. His inner thought was broken by the man telling him his name.
"I am Arkham"
Apon the new view a large pulsateing growth could be seen. An image the most would have found appauling intriged Vergil. He slowly and stlylishy deposited Yamato into its Saya.
"my name is Vergil"
"Vergil what is it you seek"?
"Power"
"The power of sparda"
"well you have come too the right place"
Arkham explained to Vergil many things about his reasons for studying the black arts but from pieces missing Vergil Knew he was hideing something from him.
"How did you know I was a son of sparda"?
Vergil interrupted in a demanding voice.
"My study of the Black arts has lead me to learn many things"
The way he responded to the questions made him very untrust worthy. It mattered little what threat could a human pose. Moments latter the mans attire caught Vergils eye. He had seen it before it was a priests uniform.He quickly redirected his attention to Arkham now standing behind him.
"This library have you ever been to chapel"?
"no"
"Frankly I dont know how you got back here it is a restricted area"
"............"
"come i have something to show you"
Arkham lead vergil to a large alter and behind it a crusified man. The statue tested his patience. Vergil responed sharply.
"Why do stand me before this false profit"!
"you have something against him"?
"................."
"destroy it"
The action fancied Vergil's taste. A loud sound echoed through the chapel.
"I told you to destroy it"
"I did"
The statue in a flash of light slide into pieces. Revealing a door. Follow me, arkham whispered as he proceeded forward. The door burst open with the dust and stench of 2000 years. Below waited stairs that seemed to go on forever. Along the way little conversation was made except vergil childishly asking are we there yet! The bottom chamber was surprisely well lit by blue torches that surrounded the walls. Another stair case ahead. Vergil shot more stairs! His remark completely ignored by Arkham said.
"You need the amulets"
"Dante has the"...............
"I know"
Vergil proceeded up the stairs. When he reached the landing he whispered under his breath
It begins..........
I want you to rate
Tell me what you think