Author's Note: Okay guys, this story is based on what if Vergil had survived the events of Devil May Cry and came back shortly after the events of DMC 4. For the purposes of this story, we'll just ignore DMC 2 because it was so out of Dante's character. So, without further ado here's the prologue! Enjoy!

Prologue

From within the darkness a thing crawled. Silently it went hand over hand, foot behind sliding foot, up the side of a sheer cliff of black rock. The very air was oppressive and heavy, hard to breathe and cold for lack of light in which to warm the stillness. The pitiful creature had a name which it had almost forgotten from being in Hell for so long. Had it been Vergil? Yes, the thing knew that it's name had been Vergil. No, his name still is Vergil.

Vergil had stopped his upward ascent, but that did not stop the torrent of thoughts that slammed his mind all at once. Memories of children playing, in which he was one of them. Images of a beautiful woman and then images that brought pain. She had died hadn't she?

The images continued to come without end, he saw his brother Dante fighting alongside him to defeat an enemy named Arkham many years ago. The battle dissolved into a new one in which he saw his final battle against his brother and his defeat at Dante's hands. Then all he saw were three red eyes that flashed in his mind, causing him to reel and clutch his head while bracing himself with his left hand against the cliff wall.

There was a pool of filthy water on the ledge on which he stood, no doubt water that had trickled down from one of the upper levels of Hell. He touched his cheek staring at his own reflection in the grimy liquid. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, glowing a vibrant red color that stood out from the paleness of his skin which pulsed with visible bluish veins that crossed down his face. What he had looked like before flashed in his mind and he let out a sound of disgust slamming his foot into the puddle, before raising his white-haired head to stare at the faint light he had seen earlier glowing faintly in the distance.

Suddenly, he heard shrieks upon the still air, as hundreds if not thousands of wraith-like demons flew toward the light. The swooshing of their cloaks were so close that Vergil calculated the distance of their approach as they flew almost in formation. Clearly, someone had opened a portal to the demon world, but who? And more importantly: why? Vergil didn't have time to ponder such things, he merely stretched out his arms and leapt, grabbing the nearest demon to rise up near the ledge he had been perched on.

The devil fought him ardently to try and send him to the abyss below, but Vergil kicked off from him and leapt onto the next devil who he used to springboard himself upward. Two demons rushed at him while he attempted to steer his current shrieking means of transportation away from their on going attack. Using the devil's scythe he kicked off from the weaponless devil and hit his oncoming attackers, using the force from his blows to propel himself upward. Tossing the scythe into the cliffside he landed on its handle and looked up. The top was only a mile or so up Vergil estimated. Using his balance Vergil jumped up to a ledge just above him just as a devil tried to slash at him oncemore. Vergil focused and teleported upward to reach another ledge before grabbing the top of the cliff and hoisting himself up. The bright light from the portal blinded him and he cursed it for causing him pain, yet in his heart he knew it was the only way to regain his power. His hands ached to hold the Yamato oncemore, and would not rest until he had the weapon within his grasp. He rushed at the portal as demons hacked and slashed at him from all sides littering the barren earth with his blood, yet still he ran. The portal began to rupture and to break into fragments; Vergil roared in defiance as he rushed forward crossing the threshold just as the light disappated with one blinding flash.

A rushing sensation consumed his body as he felt weightlessly tossed. There was another flash, and then he was home. The human world dazzled him with sunlight as he bore witness to majestic buildings in what seemed to be a deserted corner of some city. The domes seemed almost reminiscent of Rome along with tall white and brown towers. In the distance he heard bells ringing as he staggered for two steps before collapsing. His throat was dry but his voice was coming back to him as he managed to mutter," Dante…" And then darkness took him.