Chapter 9:
Vergil
After Nero retrieved his sword from where he first arrived in Equestria and answered most of Twilight’s questions, they started to trek back to Ponyville.
“So, ummm, let me get this straight Nero, you----“before Twilight could finish her sentence she was cut off by Nero’s sigh.
*Sigh*
“I don’t fancy repeating myself Twilight Sparkle” said Nero with his usual tone of voice whilst continuing to walk in a moderate pace, while Twilight is trailing behind him with a sheepish grin on her face.
“But, why?” asked Twilight catching up to Nero and trotting beside him.
Nero then looked down at Twilight with unchanging expression without answering her question; Sadness? Pity? Nero could tell that she wanted to know why his very own brother killed him; yes he was corrupted and lost but, what else could he do? He failed to rule over the Underworld, his arrogance got the better of him.
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”YOU ARE INJURED AND WEAK! YET YOU STILL CHALLENGE ME?!” asked an overwhelming Demonic voice, as three glowing orbs are the only things seen in the darkness.
“I am the son of Sparda! If my father could defeat you, then so shall I!” said a blue coated man kneeling with one leg and using his O-katana as a leverage so he could stand up.
The Demonic voice only laughed at the miserable attempt of the young man’s words. Indeed he is one of the sons of Sparda that he has searched for a long time. His Anger, Humiliation and Hatred for being defeated and sealed for 2000 years was almost at its end, he have already killed his whore, now what’s left is his two spawns.
*Demonic Laughter*
”SPARDA HAS TWIN SONS DOES HE NOT?” asked the demonic voice.
The young man only smirked at the question and finally stood firmly with his sword at the ready, as he spoke: “I’m more than enough to beat you, besides, what makes you think I’ll even let you get him?” With that said, the young man charged forward with sword in hand and a determination in his eyes.
“YOU ARROGANT HALF BREED!”
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Many thoughts ran through Twilight’s head as she kept gazing at the eyes of Nero; It wasn’t empty or cold, it was more like sad, even if he wore his usual neutral facial expression, she could see it in his eyes that he was remembering something, something about his past. She wanted to help him, for how sad his past seems to be, he needs to remember the warmth of Friendship. It then hit her like a piano falling from the sky.
“Wait, Nero I have an Idea!” said Twilight as she suddenly jumped in front of Nero. Nero only raised his eyebrows. “You don’t need to fret anymore! I know what you’re thinking.” She then walked slowly to Nero never averting her gaze, and neither did he. “I’ll gladly help!”
Nero has already finished his train of thoughts moments ago and in a weird sense, he felt his feet becoming a bit sore, and what’s more weirder, he thought of asking Twilight if he could sit on the back of the Alicorn Pony till they get back to the entrance of Ponyville atleast, he thought to himself ‘she is a pony, and she did offer assistance’. Though he didn’t want anyone to see him riding a Princess, moreover, he did not want to imagine anyone seeing him riding a Pony, If his brother saw that, he would automatically die 5 more times. After Hearing Twilight’s offer he only nodded and approached Twilight.
“…………………”
“What are you doing?” asked Twilight
“Taking you up on your offer” said Nero as he sat comfortably on the back of the Alicorn Princess. “Just near the Entrance of Ponyville will do.”
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Ponyville “Treehouse Library”
“It’s too dangerous” said Nero as he sat in a sofa and closed the book he was reading and looked at the pleading eyes of the purple baby dragon next to him.
When they arrived via teleportation magic of Twilight, Spike could not believe what he saw; Nero sitting on top of Twilight, to Him it looked like one of his fantasy as a majestic macho knight with a mighty steed. But in a weird way, it looked so very wrong. And as Nero got off Twilight and thanked her they began to argue about teaching Nero the Magic of Friendship and that letting go of his past or simply accepting his fate is a good thing.
Nero did not seem offended to what Twilight suggested, but he told Twilight that he wanted to know something as to why he was reincarnated here. Twilight then suggested for them to meet the two Princesses in Canterlot to discuss how Tartarus is connected to Nero’s Dad or something. Then they said some stuff that Spike did not bother to understand as he ran straight to Nero and continued to ask him how to get stronger and he asked if he could come if ever Nero went back to Tartarus.
“I beg you!” pleaded spike as he kneeled at Nero with pleading eyes.
Nero was not a stranger to creatures kneeling before him, He was royalty. But in some weird way, Spike reminded him of himself when he was young, though less scaly and not so purple.
“This path you will choose will be of your own responsibility, Spike” said Nero as he opened his book yet again and started to read. “Besides, you are a dragon, and you are at a proper age already. Twilight told me about your growth spurt/rampage here in Ponyvile.” He added
“She said that!” said Spike as he jumped in surprise to what Nero has said.
“You need to control it, The Devil Within” said Nero as he looked at spike with a cold gaze, which sent chills down the spine of Spike.
*gulp*
“I-I understand”
“Spike!” screamed Twilight, and at the sound of his name, Spike ran upstairs to Twilight. “I need you to send a letter for me” she added.
Nero then let out a sigh and continued to read his book, only to close it again and look at his white sword with glowing blue veins.
“Yamato…” he said in a whisper. ‘Has my soul still lost all traces of compassion and humanity; is there nothing more that connected to my family other than the blood running through my veins? Has the spiritual bond I have, disappeared?’ he thought to himself
Nero then grabbed his blade and stood; he pointed it forward and closed his eyes. In his mind, he remembered his first time when he came here in this world; the warmth of the Sun was like the embrace of his mother.
Remembering his forgotten feelings, his corrupted soul, he then realized. His armor as Nero Angelo was the manifestation of his corrupted soul. When he came here in Equestria, the armor broke and he started to feel his cocooned emotions again, his memories came back to him, he remembered his family. As he opened his eyes, a bright white light covered his blade and filled the room.
Twilight upon seeing the light downstairs quickly galloped with spike following close behind her. She then called out to Nero:
“Is everything alright down there?!” said Twilight as she and Spike stopped in the middle of the stairs due to the light blinding them and covering the whole of the Treehouse.
As the Light subsided, Twilight saw Nero standing in the middle of the room holding a black object by the middle; it appears to have a white handle at the tip of it and 2 long white sashes attached.
“Are you ok, Nero?” Asked Twilight as she and Spike Descended from the stairs and approached Nero.
Nero turned to Twilight and gave her a small smirk of a smile and then turned to the sofa and sat there and placed the black object inside his crossed arms, he then closed his eyes with his smile not leaving his face.
Twilight then raised an eyebrow and turned to Spike, which gave Twilight a shrug and walked next to her.
“O—K, I’ll just be sending this to Princess Celestia now Nero----“ before Twilight could finish her sentence Nero interjected.
“Vergil…..”
“Excuse me?” asked Twilight.
“My real name is Vergil. Twilight Sparkle” said Nero as he opened his eyes and looked at a surprised look on both Twilight and Spike.
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Tartarus “13th Floor”
The 13thfloor of the Tower of Tartarus is where the Harbinger of the fall resides. It is neither hot nor cold; the sounds of little girls playing merrily can be heard even though the floor itself is empty, its walls have no windows, the ceiling fashions a pure black shade. And in the far end of the room sits a human figure with 13 chains connected to its shoulders, at the end of the chains are 13 black caskets small enough to fit a small human, they say that these caskets are filled with the souls of its siblings.
This dark figure is known as Thanatos, and just behind this dark figure is a sacrificial table with 2 huge pillars in each side, and in the table lays a key. A key to a door located in the most bottom floor of Tartarus, a key to enter the 666th floor of Tartarus, the key to enter the Underworld.
As Thanatos rose for the first time for over a Millennia from his spot, he started to walk to the middle of the room dragging the 13 caskets in his back. And as he arrived at his destination, a small smile appeared in his shadowy face.
”13 DaYs…..”
VeR…..….giL