Vergil's beginning

A young demon, only twenty years old searches for his lost love. His name is Vergil. About five months ago his house was broken into, while he was sleeping with his beautiful wife Rebecca, some unknown demons came into his room, and took Rebecca. Vergil got up when he heard his wife's screams, and as he tried to get off of his bed, a sword was slammed into his stomach pinning him to the bed. His hand dropped to the side and as he tried to call her name blood came out of his mouth, then the ringleader of the demons came into his room. He spoke in a dark tone, and it was dark in the room, so he couldn't tell what he looked like, but he came by and spoke to him.

"Vergil, it occurs to me that you are one of the most powerful demons in the world right now besides me. And yet you don't even show your powers, but that doesn't concern me now. We got what we came here for, and I even managed to get your wife away from your protective care, but it doesn't matter now, you are dead."

The man grabbed the sword and twisted it around, making Vergil scream in horrible pain, and the man left the sword in Vergil's body and he walked away. Vergil's vision started to get blurry, and he couldn't even speak without blood flowing out of his mouth, so he closed it and entered a deep sleep.

Vergil woke up in a haze of confusion. He usually woke up to his wife saying good morning baby, and he would have felt her arms around his body, and then they would share a kiss. But she wasn't there, and something even stranger occurred to him, a sword was sticking out of his body, and there was blood everywhere. He couldn't tell what had happened for his wife to be gone, to have his own sword sticking out of this body, but he needed to remember, and fast, because he had a bad feeling about his wife. He reached his arms out to grab the sword, he grabbed it and pulled, but it wouldn't come out from where it was positioned. So he arched his back and he carefully moved his body, letting the sword cut through his body as he moved up to get over it. It hurt like hell, but he didn't care, he only wanted to get out of his bed. As he got free of the sword he hit the floor hard, and then he got up staggering, holding on to his bed, he grabbed hold of the sword, and he pulled his hardest, freeing the sword in a matter of moments.

He stood in the middle of his room, and he walked to his bathroom, bumping into everything around him, and as he got to his bathroom door, he muttered something.

"Zankou."