You were a high demon, one of Sparda's friends, who helped him overthrow Mundus. Vergil remembered you as a friendly friend of his father who gave his mother flowers, gave him and Dante sweets and drank with his father from time to time.

Then you disappeared. Vergil vaguely remembered the day he last saw you. Father and mother were on edge at the time, worried about something, and the three of you discussed something for a very long time. You left in the dead of night in a hurry. After that, Vergil never saw you again. He wasn't exactly bothered, but it was still unpleasant to lose a witness to those events. His father never told him about Mundus a single words, and he learned all his knowledge from books that had almost nothing to do with reality. The only really worthwhile information you gave him was already tipsy.

However, he forgot yourself as quickly as Sparda disappeared and his mother and brother died in a fire. All Vergil could think about was strength and survival. Having met Arkham on his way, Vergil erected Temen-ni-gru, only to fall from the top into the abyss of the Underworld, not without the help of Dante.

Forced to wander the Underworld in search of power, he stumbled upon you. The Dark Knight. As it turned out, on that fateful day, you took with you the demonic sword Sparda, at the will of Sparda himself, to seal it and he could not entrust it to anyone except his close friend.

Vergil felt it. He didn't recognize you, however. And he didn't care either. He needs power and sword. He doesn't care that in order to achieve this, he will have to smash your castle and take your head off your shoulders. He doesn't care. His grip on Yamato does not weaken when he fearlessly rebels against you, when you are sprawled out on the throne, perfectly recognizing him from a dozen miles away. The only question is whether you consider him worthy of your time and effort.