Virgil awoke with a pain-splitting headache, his heart racing as he gasped for air. He was back in his own bed, in his small room in an inn. It had been years since that night when his father had murdered the entire Nara clan, including Virgil himself. But he still relived that nightmare every night.
He got up and splashed some water on his face, trying to shake off the memory. He knew he couldn't change the past, but he could control his future. He had been living in the city of Eldrid for the past few years, trying to make a new life for himself.
As he dressed, he caught sight of himself in the mirror. His hair was still white, a side effect of the demonic transformation his father had forced upon him that night. He had learned to control the transformation, but it still terrified him. He had also learned to hide it, wearing a hooded cloak to cover his face and hair.
Virgil left the inn and walked through the bustling streets of Eldrid. The city was home to many different races and cultures, and it was a hub of trade and commerce. But it was also a dangerous place, where rival gangs fought for control and demons sometimes wandered in from the surrounding wilderness.
Virgil had learned to defend himself, using the martial arts he had learned from his mother and the magic he had inherited from his father. He had also made some friends, other outcasts who had found a home in Eldrid.
As he walked, he heard a commotion coming from a nearby alley. He cautiously approached and saw a group of men surrounding a young woman. She was holding a small bag of coins and pleading with them to let her go.
Virgil's heart raced as he recognized the men as members of the Red Blade gang. They were notorious for their brutality and had been causing trouble in the city for months. He knew he had to do something.
He stepped into the alley and drew his sword, causing the men to turn and face him. "Leave her alone," he said, his voice low and threatening.
The men laughed and drew their own weapons. "Who do you think you are, boy?" one of them sneered.
Virgil didn't hesitate. He launched himself at the nearest man, his sword flashing in the dim light of the alley. He fought with skill and precision, his movements fluid and graceful. The other men soon joined the fray, but Virgil held his own.
It was a hard-fought battle, but in the end, Virgil emerged victorious. The Red Blade gang had been defeated, and the young woman had escaped unharmed. As she thanked him and handed him the bag of coins she had been carrying, Virgil felt a surge of pride and satisfaction.
However, as soon as he touched the coins, they began to melt in his hands. He looked up at the woman in confusion, but instead of gratitude, she began to laugh. Her laughter grew louder and louder until it echoed through the alleyway.
Virgil stumbled back, feeling a strange sensation coursing through his body. His eyes widened as he saw the woman's form start to shift and contort. She grew taller, her skin turned a sickly shade of green, and her eyes turned red. Before him stood a demon, and Virgil realized that he had been tricked.
Virgil's heart sank as he realized the truth. He had been a fool, tricked into believing he was making progress towards redemption. But now, he was face to face with the very thing he had feared most - a demon, like his father.....like him.
The woman's laughter echoed through the dark cavern, growing louder and more menacing with each passing moment. Virgil took a step back, his mind racing with fear and confusion. He couldn't believe that everything he had experienced since his death was just an illusion.
As the demon continued to cackle, Virgil knew he had to act quickly if he was to have any chance of survival.
He drew his sword and prepared to defend himself against the demon. The demon cackled and lunged at him, claws extended.
Thus began a life-or-death battle that would last for ten long years. Virgil fought with all his might, but the demon was a formidable opponent. They clashed swords and exchanged blows, each trying to gain the upper hand.
As time passed, the two combatants became evenly matched, and the battle seemed like it would never end.
As Virgil's sword clashed with the demon's, he could feel the weight of the battle weighing down on him. They had been fighting for what seemed like an eternity, their blades colliding in a constant barrage of steel. But something was wrong. Virgil could feel his sword starting to give way, the metal straining under the pressure of the demon's attacks.
With a sudden, ear-splitting crack, the demon, sensing an opportunity, lunged forward with renewed vigor, taking advantage of Virgil's momentary lapse in defense.
Virgil could feel the demon's breath hot on his neck, the stench of sulfur overwhelming his senses. He tried to dodge, to weave out of the way, but it was too late. The demon's claws sank into his flesh, tearing through his cloak and ripping into his flesh.
Virgil screamed, his body wracked with pain. He could feel the demon's power surging through him, threatening to overwhelm him entirely. But he refused to give up.
Virgil and the demon continued to clash their weapons, their strikes echoing through the dark abyss of the nine circles of berserk. Virgil had to rely on his agility and quick thinking to evade the demon's attacks. The demon lunged forward with its claws, but Virgil managed to dodge and counter with a kick to its abdomen.
The demon retaliated by swinging its massive tail, narrowly missing Virgil's head. Virgil spun around and struck the demon's back with his fists, but it seemed to have little effect. The battle raged on for what seemed like hours, with neither side gaining the upper hand.
Virgil was starting to feel the effects of the prolonged fight, his muscles straining and his breathing becoming labored. The demon, on the other hand, seemed to have an endless reserve of energy. Suddenly, the demon let out a deafening roar, and Virgil knew he was in trouble.
The demon began to glow with an intense red light, and its claws grew longer and sharper. It was transforming into its true, more powerful form. Virgil knew he had to act fast. He scanned his surroundings and spotted a jagged rock protruding from the ground. With a burst of energy, he dashed towards the rock and leaped off of it, propelling himself towards the demon.
The demon swiped its massive claws at Virgil, but he managed to dodge and plunge his fists into the demon's chest, but it was fruitless.
As Virgil and the demon clashed with his sword and its claws, the intensity of their battle only increased. They fought with a ferocity that left the very ground trembling beneath their feet.
Despite being wounded and weakened, Virgil refused to give up, knowing that his only chance of escape lay in defeating the demon. But as the battle continued, Virgil's sword began to crack under the pressure of the demon's attacks. It was only a matter of time before it finally shattered, leaving Virgil defenseless.
As the battle between Virgil and the demon raged on, Virgil's sword finally shattered under the weight of his opponent's attacks. For a moment, it seemed as though all hope was lost.
The demon took advantage of this, launching a brutal attack that left Virgil on the ground, gasping for breath. As he lay there, he realized that this was the end. He had failed in his quest to escape Hell and was doomed to an eternity of torment.
But just as the demon was about to deliver the final blow, a pitched black darkness suddenly filled the battlefield, causing the demon to stumble back in shock.
Lifting Virgil in the air almost consuming his figure or overwhelming him, he felt a surge of emotion that he had never felt before. He shed tears that streamed down his face and fell to the ground. But instead of evaporating, the tears seemed to soak into his skin, leaving behind intricate black tattoos that seemed to glow with a faint light.
Virgil's eyes also changed, from their original color to a deep, inky black that seemed to draw all light into them. And as he looked down at the demon, his midnight wings unfurled from his back, spreading out to an impressive size. The wings looked like they were made of the darkest shadows, and they seemed to pulse with a life of their own.
As the demon looked up into Virgil's eyes, it felt a sudden sense of despair wash over it. It had never seen such a look before, and it was unnerved by the feeling. But before it could react, Virgil spoke, his voice deep and commanding.
"I am Virgil Disparta, Prince of nine circles of Berserk. By my authority, I command all. And now, demon, you will bow to me."
The demon felt a sudden pressure on its body as if it was being forced down to its knees. It struggled against the force, but it was no use. It had never encountered someone with such power outside of the king.
The demon in its struggle to resist opened her mouth and said
"I bow to none but the king, you claim to be a prince just because you have the king's blood?.... DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH.....Your authority means nothing without the power to enforce your will"
Virgil with a moment of hesitation responds.
"Submit or Die"
The two opponents clashed once more, their battle raging on for what seemed like an eternity. But in the end, it was Virgil who emerged victorious. He plunged his remaining sword deep into the demon's heart, and with a final roar of triumph.
The demon unleashed all of the power that had been building up inside of her. But this time it wasn't controlled, the magic running wild and at the edge of exploding. Things were different now, Virgil with his authority shaped and controlled the explosion, and a rift began to open up in the fabric of Hell itself.
Virgil spread his wings and leaped towards the rift, determined to escape from this hellish world once and for all. As Virgil emerged from the rift, he felt an overwhelming surge of power coursing through his veins. His body shook with the intensity of it all, and his eyes rolled back into his head as he collapsed onto the ground.
He was unaware of how long he lay there unconscious, but when he finally came to, he felt different. His body still buzzed with power, but it was different now. It felt more controlled, more focused.
Virgil slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position, taking in his surroundings. He was no longer in Hell, that much was clear. Instead, he found himself in a vast, barren wasteland, with nothing but dark, ominous clouds looming overhead.
As Virgil got up he started walking in a random direction where he was greeted by a lake, he glanced down at his hands, which now bore strange markings. They were intricate designs, etched into his skin as if they were tattoos. And as he looked closer, he realized they were made up of his own tears - the tears he shed during his battle in Hell.
But that wasn't all. His eyes had changed, too. They were now a deep, inky black, and seemed to bore into the very souls of those who looked upon them. And as he moved, he felt something heavy on his back. It was a pair of massive, midnight wings, seemingly made of pure shadow.
Virgil knew that he had been forever changed by his experiences in Hell. But he was also aware that he had gained great power - the power to command all of Hell's nine circles with his Authority. And with his newfound abilities, he vowed to seek out his father for his torment and exact his revenge.