DMC: Black and White
Title: Black and White. Word Count: 750 Fandom: DMC (Takes place and year and a half before DMC 3.)
Vergil stood before the tube full of green glowing liquid. He was in a lab that Frankenstein would have been proud off. The fact it was built under a castle just proved that these people had terrible taste. Even if the men gathered within had Frankenstein-like intentions.
Inside the tube was a small boy with jet black hair, he floated with a mask over his mouth feeding him oxygen and an IV feeding blood into his arm. Vergil's blood.
“Are you sure this is going to work.” Vergil asked the old man looming behind him.
“Of course my boy.” The old man said. “Imagine, someone with the power of Sparda but under our control.”
Vergil doubted the old man would get what he wanted, he would just be satisfied with information.
The green liquid was drained out of the tube and the infant stood, like a mannequin. And when he opened his eyes they were like blue glass, almost dead. For a moment Vergil wondered what the boy had been like before this had started, what had the order gotten him from? Had he been an urchin living in the streets, or had he once had a family?
Vergil fisted his hands and clenched his teeth, he had a family that hadn't stopped Mundus, he needed Sparda's knowledge, he needed Sparda's power, at any cost.
The old man stepped forward, his white robes dragging on the metal grill floor. In his hand was a syringe filled with a glowing yellow substance. He injected it to the boy and then stepped away. It didn't take long for a reaction.
The black haired boy threw his head back and screamed as dark armor like scales covered his rapidly growing body and a set of curving horns grew from his head. Finally wings burst from the boy's back and before them stood a fully grown, demonic Sparda.
“The Saviour.” The old man whispered bowing.
“Sparda.” Vergil agreed.“In body at least.”
Sparda suddenly took a deep breath, the old man took a step back and the young brown haired man, who hadn't said a word yet, half drew his sword.
“Vergil.”
“Father.” Vergil said quietly. The Old man looked disappointed, he had wanted a demon with no memory that would be dependent on him and loyal to his order.
“I...died?”
“That you did.” Vergil agreed.
“Your Mother and Brother?”
Vergil didn't answer.
“Vergil?”
“Dante's fine....Mom's dead.” Vergil said eventually. “Mundus reincarnated ten years ago.”
Sparda moved as if to touch Vergil but stopped short at the sight of his own claws. “You brought me back to soon...I am weak.”
“So you won't even try to avenge your wife?!” Vergil demanded.
“You don't need me to avenge your mother, you and Dante are strong enough to do that yourself.”
“Dante.” Vergil hissed. “Refuses to get into a fight he doesn't think he can win. The coward hid as Mundus's minions killed our mother!”
“And what did you do?”
Vergil didn't answer.
“Vergil you're stronger than you think. It will take years maybe decades before Mundus is back to fill strength, you can take him.” Sparda looked at his taloned demon hand. “You and Dante have to look after each other.. And your new little brother.”
“Father?”
“I sacrificed enough to seal the demons away, I will not have another human soul on my conscious.”
“Father wait!”
“I'm sorry Vergil. But you're mother will be looking for me.” The demon vanished into dust leaving the little boy behind who collapsed to the metal floor, his black hair bleached white.
Vergil rounded on the old man.
“You promised me more power. Not more responsibility!”
Vergil stormed out of the room in a flurry of blue coat tails. The silent brown haired shooting him a dark look as he went.
“It seems like it's time for a new plan.” The old man said. “Maybe that Angus man who contacted us will have a better way to get what we want.”
“What about the boy?” The brown haired man asked.
“I'm sure we can find some use for him.”
“If it would please his holiness I would look after him.”
“Very well Credo, but keep a close eye on him. He may still prove useful to us.”
“Yes your holiness.” Credo said as picked up the young boy and held him cradled in his arms. The boy immediately turned his head towards the warmth of the young solider.