I finally bring chapter 5, my first multi-part chapter, part two will come a little later, now I'm not too sure of this, as this chapter is a result of a sleepless night and one too many Stella's, still, I didn't think it was too bad, and I feel it gives a nice twist to the story, enjoy.
Chapter 5: Part 1: A latent power
Reawaken your lost power.
The rain poured down upon the city of Fortuna, almost as if Heaven itself was crying, every man, woman and child knew that their end would soon come, it had been years since the demon invasion began, and no hero had stepped up to fight them off, even after all this time, everything still looked as hopeless as the day it all began.
Some wonder if the destruction of the Saviour was truly and bad thing, Sanctus may have used it to defend his people, only those who stood against Sanctus knew what he truly planned to do with it, yet people still believed otherwise.
The war still remains firmly in the hands of the demons, and with the return of one of the most powerful…It all hinges on which side he takes.
Vergil stood atop the Fortuna temple spire, looking down upon the city, the rain beating down, soaking his hair, forcing him to quite closely resemble his brother, Dante, now his sword was once more in his possession, he needed only to unlock the powers stripped from him, and Yamato was key in doing this.
Two of his powers remained lost to him, these powers are what keeps Vergil from making his presence known to the humans, and he knew precisely where the first could be found.
He swan dived from the top of the spire, landing gracefully upon the streets below, he made his way through the empty streets, towards the place where Nero had been brought back, Vergil knew the old man there was aware of something that everyone else seemed oblivious to.
He stopped just outside the old smith’s house, one light remained switched on in the top bedroom, he silently opened the door of this old building.
“Can I help you?”
A voice whispered upon Vergil entering.
“Who is there? Show yourself.”
“I have no desire to fight you, I saw what you did to Nero, I wouldn’t want to receive the wounds you gave to him.”
Draxus stepped out from the shadows and came face to face with Vergil.
“You know much old man…You hide much from those around you…”
“Ah, you are perceptive my friend, I do indeed know things, things I wish I did not, ancient secrets lost to the ages, the secrets of the demons.”
“Tell me…What do you know of a half-breed demon’s ability to transform?”
Vergil said, Draxus took a seat, he enticed Vergil to sit in the sit opposite, he did so.
“You speak of the power known as Devil Trigger…Do you not?”
“I do indeed, do you know how such a half-breed may regain lost powers such as this?”
“You have lost your powers…The power to embrace your heritage, but I know of ways which you gain regain it…Your sword, you have noticed something different about it, correct?”
Draxus looked down at Yamato, his eyes fixed upon the blade.
“You are correct…What significance does this hold?”
“In the time young Nero has wielded it, it became accustomed to his blood, it became used to him as a master, if you will, your powers were dependant on the Devil Arm that you used…You are a young demon, it is natural. And because you have been parted from your sword for so long, it no longer recognises you, therefore no longer believes you to be its master, and does not grant you power.”
Vergil listened intently, daring not to speak.
“You are no longer the master of Yamato, even though the blade was passed down to you, you must regain your connection with it, the process may be difficult, or easy, depending upon which path you take, the blade hungers for power, this can come from defeating powerful demons, or slaying those with much knowledge, for as we know…Knowledge my friend, is power.”
“I see, I must be in tune with Yamato once again, to make my presence in this world realised, I must feed the blade…”
Vergil and Draxus both stood up, looking deeply into each other’s eyes.
“I must slay one of great power…Or of great knowledge, I already see an opportunity.”
Vergil placed his hand upon the hilt of Yamato.
“You would slay a man who willing accepted you into his home, and granted you knowledge to regain your powers? It would be foolish…”
“I am afraid so…”
Vergil drew his sword, with a swift cut, he ended the old man’s life, Draxus dropped to the floor, his blood covered the blade of Yamato, and with it, the blade seemed to spark into life, a blue aura surrounded it, enveloping Vergil, his eyes flashed green, Yamato melded to his arm, sheathed in a blue, fleshy sheath, closely resembling his coat.
“I return…My powers…Such power, flows through me, I had forgotten…What this feels like.”
Vergil’s voice grew deeper, almost metallic sounding, he stepped out of the building, the rain still pelted down upon the city, thunder crept in and cracked across the sky.
Draxus lay inside the house, blood spilled around him, his hand twitched, he began to convulse.
“Ah!”
He pulled himself back up onto his chair and looked down at his wound.
“What you didn’t count on…Boy, was that…In the years, I’ve picked up a few tricks of my own.”
Draxus laughed, the old man stood up and removed his blood stained shirt, he stepped outside and let the rain was down him, the blood dripped from his body and pooled on the ground around him, yet his injury…Or what should have been his injury, had vanished, as if he’d never been attacked.
“Vergil…May your powers serve you for now, but know this, your time will eventually draw to a close, your story must end soon…”
He looked up into the sky, the rain still beating down upon his face, his eyes flashed in a deep crimson and he stepped back inside, closing his door to the world.