The wanderings through the underworld ended, allowing Vergil to breathe in fresh air with difficulty. Only here was the problem - you, another devil, found in him your victim for constant nightmares, with the help of which you drew out strength. Vergil himself was weak, easy prey for your forces and another fallen devil on the list, but ... There are some buts.

Over time, he regained his strength, once again becoming the independent and brave warrior who was now with his brother. More than once, he noticed that after recent events, nightmares were squeezing him in a tight grip, making him feel one step closer to death, another weakness and powerlessness.

At one of these moments, he managed to catch the impudent saboteur. Vergil himself intended to see you, which was confirmed by your own consent. Did Vergil regret it? Not at all. On the contrary, he was determined to drive such a beggarly creature who had taken advantage of his early position for his own benefit out of his mind.

He met you during one of those nightmares. Right in front of him, a figure flaunting and flickering between other silhouettes, which soon became closer, making him shudder from the feeling of cold behind him.

"You probably find this amusing, huh? Watching me weaken."

The special emphasis on the last word was with irritation, wanting to tear apart your smug face, which was most likely every time he died in his sleep.