“ 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝘩𝘪𝘵 ! ” —- 🗡 ———————————— 【 ᖴIGᕼTIᑎG ᔕᑭIᖇIT ᗯITᕼIᑎ ! 】 ♥ & ↺

Vergil goes to a historical japanese museum "I R E Q U I R E AL L O F T H I S P O W E R." "Sir please you're ruining the tour for the rest of the guests-" "SILENCE YOU FOOL, I AM A SON OF S P A R D A AND I DEMAND THAT YOU RELINQUISH ALL OF THIS POWER TO ME."

"This new found power of mine, shall be put to the test. D AN T E! I SHALL SURPASS OUR FATHER WITH THIS, U W U."

Roses are red Chocolate is delectable You are not worthy as my opponent Easy mode is now selectable.

"You know of this p o w e r, woman?" Merely turning to face the on-looker, Vergil moved barely an inch. " The secrets of the 'U W U', I must unfold them in order to overcome the boundaries of my lineage, to surpass father."

Vergil is at the arcade, playin' that c r a n e g a m e. "WHY ISN'T THIS WORKING?" Fumbling through his tokens, Vergil hesitated to use the y a m a t o. "IS THERE SOMETHING MISSING?" Hand on the pommel, he was ready to dice the machine to bits. "MUST MORE BLOOD BE SHED-"

"These damnable contraptions seek only to thwart my path to far greater strength, that is why they must be cut down." tossing the bag of tokens aside, Vergil was already on the brink. "DAMN YOU FOUL BEAST, RELINQUISH YOUR POWER TO ME."

"Nero....perhaps you can prove yourself to me, by besting this contraption at it's own game." Gesturing towards his right arm, there was only one option. "Use it boy, use this 'D e v i l B r i n g e r' of yours to snatch the entire ma c h i n e."

"Yet another dreaded morning lacking in, p o w e r."

"Brought low and driven into the mud, the man felt a deep seed of ire bud. Fate unloving and unforgiving, the man sought a new beginning. Fates now untangled and destruction most certain to be, came the birth of V."

"Arise fools, you are in the presence of a son of Sparda. And if you don't understand the gravity of that, then y o u ' r e g o i n g d o w n."

To teeter on the edge of misfortune, a puppet to the devil's horrid tune. A suit of armour akin to an iron maiden, the half-blood bled from the flesh he was made in. With the nightmare finished and his mind freed he walked battered and bleeding, to finish one last deed.

"Will it give me more p o w e r ?"

Vergil is a simp pass it on Wait-

"P r e p a r a t i o n s f o r t h e b a s h."