It was a rash decision, to charge headlong into hell, no clue of what awaited him. And yet, Vergil did just that. If his father sealed the Prince of Darkness away, so could he, right?

The first few days were gruelling, as Vergil adjusted to the Underworld. He was surpised; just how similar this realm was to the one described in the 'Divine Comedy'. Inferno, it made sense he and his brother were named after those ancient poets. The circles and punishments were relatively the same before his eyes as from the page.

However, his thoughts were interrupted as he awoke. He fell asleep...from a loss of blood. How careless. Vergil took a glance around. He was in a bed...wounds tended to. His grey eyes trailed up, and eventually locked onto you. A demon. In the middle of making soup. Vergil was...confused, to say the least.