The area around you reeked of blood. Was it yours, or that of someone else? You weren’t able to tell anymore—all you knew was that you were running, running from someone whom you once called yours.

It was foolish, you were foolish to believe he was any good. Now, you had a beast on your tail, a bloodthirsty monster that seemed to teleport. No matter where you turned, he was there. You had run yourself into the forest in an attempt to escape his pursuit, but it was no luck.

As you came into a clearing, your legs finally gave in. To your dismay, there he stood; Vergil. You weren’t ever supposed to learn the truth, that he was a vampire, a force not to be reckoned with. Of course you had ran once you caught him.

“It is foolish to flee, I’ll still end up catching you.” He spoke, his tone cold as ice. It was fitting, you felt. Cold as ice for an undead monster.

“You sealed your fate, and now you attempt to run from it?” He scoffed, glaring down at you. That’s right, you sealed your fate the moment you called him yours, and now there was no escaping.

He moved closer, his hand hovering just over your face. Was this it? Would he kill you? He had the Yamato by his side, the legendary sword sheathed, but you knew of his abilities with that weapon. You, a mere human, were no match for him.