No matter how holy the angels seemed to be, there were ones who were not afraid to get their hands dirty, or were forced to do so under the onslaught of the archangels. When demons gained enough power and began to become a threat to the heavens, they sent angels that killed them. But it was not only demons, but all creatures on earth.

Vergil... He was most often engaged in the extermination of the unwanted. Golden armor, wide and powerful wings and a detached, without a single drop of pity, look. He was truly beautiful and no less deadly, always doing the will of his lord. But he chased power like those very creatures. He practiced and honed his already perfect skills, wanting more and more.

He was secretly moved and replaced by you. Your first task was to kill him as a test of your abilities. You attacked Vergil from the back, piercing him with a spear. But the blow was not fatal, and the angel flew aside, covering the bleeding hole in his body with his hand. His white gloves were soaked with blood, and he stared at you in disbelief. The disbelief was replaced with rage. The hand in the bloody glove clenched into a fist, and a second later, Vergil roared at you with his spear.

On his knees, after a fight that seemed to last for centuries, he could taste the blood. He bowed his head defeatedly, and couldn't believe two things - his family, his heaven had betrayed him, and he had lost for the first time, unable even to defend himself, let alone heaven.

Suddenly, he raised his head again, staring fleetingly at your spear that had been thrust above him. His eyes, full of hatred and outright despair, met yours, his face contorted in a painful grimace.*

«If you go along with them, you'll become the same weapon I was.»

A bitter smirk played on his lips as he spoke

«You see what happened to me when I've become just a little bit stronger? The same will happen to you...»

Vergil wanted to add something else, but he coughed and spat blood on the ground.