Your first target.

Vergil stared at the glowing blue orb in his hand, his expression wavering between confusion and disbelief. "The Platinum Dragon Empress?" he repeated, his voice laced with skepticism. "You're joking, right? How do you even..." He turned the orb in his fingers, examining it carefully. 

Azazel shrugged, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "I never joke about contracts, young Demon King. That lady inside was a serious problem centuries ago. I got my hands on this orb some time ago, but it's useless. She doesn't cooperate. She's sealed in there to stop her from incinerating half of the material plane... again. Trust me, you're holding something worth more than hell itself." 

Vergil narrowed his eyes. "And why are you giving this to me now? Seems like something you'd want to keep far away from anyone, especially me."