5

Dante, Qarth

Hangovers are a bitch, that's for sure. Dante doesn't know what they put in that colorful drink he didn't pay for, but it sure exacted its toll on him. He stumbled out of bed, putting on his clothes and tidying himself up, before exiting his room. He shared the room with Vergil and three of Daenerys' companions, of which only two could be still found in the room. The rest of the beds, including Vergil's, were vacant.

Stepping outside into the small lawn in front of their not-so-luxury apartments, he spotted Vergil practicing his sword katas, while surrounded by an audience. There was a tranquil air around the whole scene that just begged for Dante's childish interruptions, but he decided to restrain himself, lest they demolish this city as well.

Dante descended the small steps leading to the main door of the object as Vergil finished his demonstration, sheathing his sword, earning an applause from the crowd watching him.

"Didn't take you for a street performer." Dante said. "Are you practicing for the day you finally beat me, big bro?"

"I won't wait long, should you continue to get intoxicated like last night." Vergil answered.

"If that guy gave me a pizza, like he said he would, it would've prevented my hangover." Dante shot back.

"We have to find the princess, no doubt she is trying to obtain those ships. Perhaps your joviality could be of use with the merchants." Vergil said.

"Alright. Time for a booze cruise." Dante said as the pair went on to find Daenerys.

Descending down back to the central square, and taking a few turns more to find the docks, they caught Daenerys in a shop, conversing with someone in a ridiculous suit, looking more like a jester without the iconic hat than a salesman.

"Daenerys! How goes your shopping spree?" Dante said.

"Good morning, Dante. Good morning, Vergil." she greeted them both. "I was just talking with this distinguished man about buying his ships." She sweet talked the guy in front of them, hoping for a discount.

"Good morning." Vergil said to Daenerys, ignoring the salesman completely.

"Greetings…" the merchant of mirth said, as if the twins couldn't even afford a conversation with him, much less his goods. "Now, as I was saying, I would be interested in buying one of your dragons, if you do not possess the necessary finances to buy the three ships you asked for."

A dragon for a ship? If Daenerys actually accepts, she'd look more of a clown than this guy.

"Unfortunately, my dragons aren't for sale." Daenerys said, in a bored tone. It's likely not the first time she rejected an offer like this.

"I'm deeply sorry then. Come back if you change your mind!"

Daenerys turned to them, as they exited the shop: "He had the fastest ships available, it's unfortunate."

"Why do you need three when one or two boats are enough for all of us?" Vergil asked.

"I have been planning with ser Jorah." she explained. "I wanted to sail back to the capital and make my claim there, but ser Jorah suggested that I stop at Astapor and buy an army. The Unsullied are said to be fearless and formidable on the battlefield."

"Buy a ship here, and get the rest once you get your army." Dante said.

Daenerys mulled it over before conceding: "You're right. But the price is still unattainable." she said dejectedly.

Dante drew Vergil to the side.

"Should we help her out? Perhaps this Astapor brings us closer to finding our way home?" Dante whispered to Vergil.

"It can also drive us farther from it. Regardless, how do you plan on buying these ships?" Vergil asked his brother.

"Beats me, I have no money to finance a navy, you know that."

"Are you still holding on to any red orbs?" Vergil asked

"Give people my red orbs? Are you crazy?!" Dante snapped. "It's crystallized demon blood, who knows what some warlock might do if he got his hands on 'em."

"Last I checked, there are no more warlocks." Vergil calmed Dante down. "Even if there are, I doubt they'd know what to do with them."

Dante took a minute to consider the situation, before turning to Daenerys.

"So, you need ships?" Dante asked her.

"There are likely other ships that I might afford. His were the fastest trading cogs, though, or so I've heard." she said, mostly to herself.

"Wait here." Dante said as he entered the shop again.

A bell hung above the entrance door alerted the jester salesman of Dante's presence.

"Hello again. What would y-" he began his introduction before Dante interrupted him

"Do you take precious gems?" Dante asked right off the bat.

"W-well, perhaps. If you have any rubies, I'd love to see them." the merchant said.

"Perfect." Dante said, as he unloaded a bag of red orbs on the counter, stunning the merchant. "I'll take two of your fastest ships please. Oh, and that food you have on the plate over there." Dante pointed at a wrap that laid on a silver plate. "Haven't had breakfast today, y'know how it is."

"That's my breakfast sir..." the merchant had his back turned while he was inspecting some jewelry in a display case. He turned around and noticed the pile of 'rubies' scattered on his counter, staring at them with eyes as wide as saucers.

"Not anymore." Dante informed the merchant.

The merchant gasped once he took one of the fist sized 'rubies' in his hand. "Sold!" he exclaimed. "I'll have them properly crewed by the noon. Meet me at the docks then." the merchant said as he ran in the backroom of his shop, bringing a bag to carry the red orbs Dante gave him.

Dante exited the store, greeted by Daenerys and Vergil gazing expectantly at him.

"How did it go?" Vergil asked.

"Trade accepted." Dante said as he took a bite of the wrap. The blend of spices inside are unlike anything that could be found back on Earth.

"For a kati roll?" Daenerys asked.

"Yes, best wrap ever." Dante said, while chewing on his food. "Oh, and two ships as well. They'll be ready by noon, so tell your boys to start packing."

"Two ships? You bought two ships?!" Daenerys exclaimed, alerting everyone within earshot, before turning to Dante.

"One for me and one for Vergil." Dante said. "We can take you and your men along."

"Why? Why are you so generous to a person you just met?" she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Our bucket list for tourism aligns so far." Dante said. "Besides... You'll owe me one."

"I am in your debt. Whatever you wish of me, I will try and grant, to the extent of my possibility as future queen." Daenerys recited like a speech.

"I'll hold you to your word, if you get your crown." Dante said. "Let's go. We have a trip to prepare for."

"I shall see to it that my men are ready." she said before running off to rally her companions.

"I've been doing some reading, and I came across Astapor in a certain tome." Vergil said. "Did you know that they are part of what's called Slaver's Bay?" Vergil continued. This piqued Dante's interest.

"The Unsullied are slave soldiers, raised from birth to be ruthless killers." he continued."Not to rain on your parade, Dante, but you brought that girl one step closer to dealing in slavery."

"I see…" Dante said. Slavery is a dark topic in human history, and a personal topic for Vergil, having been turned into a shadow of his former self, and forced into servitude by the demon king Mundus. Dante's feelings were getting mixed, as he, too, was opposed to slavery, even without having any personal dealings with it. It cast Daenerys in a bad light. Dante knew the lengths that she would go to get the throne she coveted. He would have to talk to her about this road she's taking.

"I'll go catch up with Daenerys." Dante said.

Vergil nodded, before replying: "I'll go buy more supplies for the voyage. I'll wait for you at the pier."

It didn't take long for Dante to find the would-be-queen in one of the rented rooms, telling her girl friends to get ready for the trip.

"Daenerys." Dante entered her room just as the two other girls were leaving. It was just her, him and the three dragons.

"Dante. I've instructed everyone to get ready, I'm finishing my own preparations." Daenerys said.

"Great, listen. I wanted to talk about your… goals." Dante began awkwardly, not knowing how to approach this topic.

"My goals?" Daenerys was surprised by the topic. "I thought I was very transparent with my goals. I am to retake my family's throne and rule the seven kingdoms as queen."

"Right… So, if you don't mind me asking, what will be the stance on slavery in your kingdom?" Dante asked a loaded question.

"Forbidden, of course! Every man woman and child is to be born a free man, as has been the case in Westeros since time immemorial…" She said proudly, before realizing what was the real question all along.

"It's about the Unsullied." she said. Dante nodded.

Daenerys let out a deep breath before explaining: "I've had some reservations as well. Openly protesting when ser Jorah suggested the mere notion of going into Astapor, let alone buying a slave army. But once I thought it through, I came to realize that the Unsullied are far too useful to pass up. I might also have a plan which won't see me painted as a hypocrite. I hope you can trust me as I trust you two."

Dante regarded her for a while before agreeing.

"Alright, I'll give your plan a chance." Dante nodded. "See ya at the docks."

Returning to the docks, he could find a portion of her men assembled there, along with Vergil, who he led away from the group for some private conversing.

"Well?" Vergil asked.

"She says she has a plan. All she needs is us to trust her." Dante said.

"Hmph." Vergil responded. "We shall see if this trust of yours is misplaced soon enough."

Dante noticed the jolly salesman approach the docks and wave at him.

"Soon enough." Dante mirrored Vergil's words in a grave tone, as the gang began to board the ships and set sail for Astapor.

Vergil, Astapor

The more Vergil read about Slaver's Bay, the more his contempt for that region grew. If it were up to him, he would swoop in and blast the coastline apart, city by city, until only ashes remained. Unfortunately, Dante made him hold out and let Daenerys prove herself first in a morality litmus test. As they approached the city, dropped their anchors and took in lines, he could see the brutality with which the enslaved populace was treated, each malicious deed reminding him of his own servitude under Mundus. He vowed never to let himself be captured like that again. Never to be broken into a mold, only to be used as a pawn in someone else's game.

"Do you object to razing this city, regardless of what your little princess does, Dante?" Vergil asked his brother.

"Not at all, Verge." Dante replied. The contempt was visible on his face as well. Only the promise he made to Daenerys seems to keep his fury at bay. Good.

Inspecting the princess, he saw a look of barely-suppressed disgust. Perhaps now, up close, she will learn the reality of slavery, which might dissuade her from the purchase.

They were supposed to meet a man named Kraznys mo Nakloz, who was the owner of the Unsullied. An ugly name that suited a man of his trade. Daenerys was nervous, everyone had their expectations set upon her. Expectations that were impossible for her to meet at the same time. Someone would be leaving Astapor disappointed in her, and Vergil was interested to see who would she placate.

The man immediately came off as antipathetic to Vergil with his look of smug contempt. Next to him was a young girl, around the age of the princess, with a caramel complexion and chestnut hair, who seemed to work as a translator for Kraznys. No, not work. She was a slave herself.

He began to speak in a growling tone at them, and while the words are unknown to him, the tone in which he said them was as plain as day.

"The Good Master Kraznys mo Nakloz welcomes you to Astapor and asks, are they not magnificent?" the girl says, lying through her teeth. She is not only his translator, but his editor as well. Impressive.

"They might be adequate to my needs." Daenerys says. If she drooled over and praised the soldiers standing there, she would've lost all respect in Vergil's eyes, but so far she is not showing her intentions.

The man started talking again and started walking to where the soldiers were posted.

Clad in conical helmets with a spike on top, not unlike a Sumerian version of a Pickelhaube, they stood in the sun not even flinching, holding their lances aimed at the sky next to them, and their shields close to their chests.

"They are chosen young, for size and speed and strength," the slave told her. "They begin their training at five. Every day they train from dawn to dusk, until they have mastered the shortsword, the shield, and the three spears. The training is most rigorous, Your Grace. Only one boy in three survives it. This is well known. Among the Unsullied it is said that on the day they win their spiked cap, the worst is done with, for no duty that will ever fall to them could be as hard as their training. They've stood here the entire day and night, without food or water. Their discipline and obedience are unmatched." the young translator said as the soldiers made way for them to walk between their lines.

"What would be their task on that fateful day, may I ask?" Vergil was interested to see what could be worse than getting your privates cut off, as he informed himself.

The man said something, to which the girl questioned him, earning a scolding from the slavemonger. After a short delay she began:

"To win his spiked cap, an Unsullied must go to the slave marts with a silver mark, find some wailing newborn, and kill it before its mother's eyes. In this way, we make certain that there is no weakness left in them." she finished. This just keeps getting better and better.

Vergil looked to Dante to see him shaking his head and gripping his pistol during the explanation.

"You take a babe from its mother's arms," Daenerys said, in a disbelieving voice. Perhaps she does have reservations about buying these tortured golems. "Kill it as she watches, and pay for her pain with a silver coin?"

After a short dismissive sentence from the man, the slave girl began: "The coin is for the child's owner, not the mother." Vergil chuckled out of disbelief, while his brother just turned his back and sighed deeply at the information.

"The Good Master asks that you watch carefully…" the translator said as the man approached one of them, grabbed his sword and hacked off a nipple from his chest. Daenerys' plea for him to stop and Dante's look of disgust didn't halt the process in the slightest. The soldier didn't even blink as it happened. It was impressive, in a morbid way, Vergil had to admit.

A tense silence permeated the air, until Daenerys finally spoke up. "How many do you have for sale?" And there it is.

"Eight thousand." the translator girl said. "Master Kraznys asks that you hurry, there are many more buyers interested."

With that, they left the premises to consider the offer. As they walked away, Daenerys began to contemplate out loud.

"Eight thousand dead babies." Daenerys said.

They passed through a plaza decked with punished slaves. Some crucified, some partially flayed, many lined with scars from whipping on top of their punishment.

The old knight was the biggest proponent for the Unsullied, vaunting their discipline, claiming how, in Daenerys' hands, they would see a life they couldn't get in the hands of others. To which she had her reservations.

"If I come to the seven kingdoms at the head of a slave army, what will they think of me?" Daenerys asked.

"They will fight you, be it on the head of a slave army or a free army, your Grace." the old knight countered. While this discussion was happening, Dante was captivated by a pallid girl, holding some sphere, and beckoning to Dante. She rolled the sphere to him, as he approached, capturing everyone's attention at this point.

"What do you have for me, little miss? A toy?" Dante asked as she motioned for him to open it.

As Dante opened the sphere, an emerald scorpion leaped out of it, hoping to latch on to Dante, but missing its mark. Dante moved away from the creature's leap, drawing a pistol and shooting it mid-air, splattering ichor all over Vergil and himself. Vergil had a mirage blade poised to fly and pierce the bug. A more elegant solution.

"That's the worst Kinder Surprise egg I've gotten so far." Dante quipped. Vergil ran after the girl, who hissed at him, showing her indigo colored gums, before leaping into the water.

"Her gums were the same color as the warlocks' lips. An assassination attempt?" Vergil said.

"I'm touched by the gesture. They still remember us." Dante joked. The previously crowded plaza was now devoid of anyone who couldn't run away.

"What..."Daenerys began, staring at the pair in shock. "What was that?"

"That's my pistol. Sorry, you can't have it." Dante said. "You don't have your concealed carry license yet."

"A brutish weapon." Vergil commented.

"Sour grapes, brother." Dante said.

"It's magic…" The old knight said. If only it was. Perhaps then Vergil would consider using them.

"Nope. Gunpowder." Dante explained briefly, raising more questions which Vergil thought inconsequential, considering the issue at hand.

"Enough about Dante's toys. Princess, what do you plan with the Unsullied army. Will you go through with the purchase, despite what you've seen?" Vergil asked.

Daenerys looked around her, her gaze lingering at every slave before her, either suffering from the punishment, or watching Dante

"My plan still stands, and my request of you as well." She said, puzzling the old knight who wasn't informed of the conspiracy. "Tomorrow I shall reconvene with Kraznys and state my decision."

"Hmph." Vergil said. She still leads them on. He hopes the surprise tomorrow will be worth the trouble.

Daenerys Targaryen, Astapor

Going back to Kraznys' abode brought back memories of yesterday. The way he talked to them was beyond insulting, calling her a whore, a cow, a savage… Not to mention the slander Vergil received for merely asking a question – a good one at that. The deed that question uncovered proved that the Unsullied are not men, but mere instruments of war, forged to perfection in a crucible of savagery. To think that the 'Good Master' had the audacity to call her a savage when he treats his men like that… Her mind devised of a plan where everyone got what they wanted and deserved.

Her two mysterious escorts surprised her yesterday with a display of weaponry unheard of in these lands. Perhaps their otherwordly origins are indeed fact, and not fiction. She hoped that 'America' had no interest in invading other nations or continents and that they were mostly peaceful, despite their advanced weaponry, which Vergil called brutish. She couldn't reveal the details of her plan, lest Kraznys discover something was not as it seemed. It all hinged on the element of surprise.

Daenerys and her three companions stood in front of Kraznys, the translator and another unknown slave owner. Perhaps his partner?

"I wish to buy all of the Unsullied."

"All?" the translator questioned. "Did this one's ears mishear, your grace?"

"They did not, I want to buy them all" Daenerys repeated, which the translator relayed to the master.

"The whore can't afford them all." the master said. "She thinks she can flop her tits around and we will give her whatever she desires."

"There are eight thousand Unsullied in Astapor. Is this what you mean by all?" the translator, once again, rephrased the crass language of her master, distilling his words into something presentable.

"Yes. And the ones in training" she said.

"If they fall on the battlefield, they shall disgrace Astapor!" the other man said, once the translator finished.

"Master Grazdan says they cannot sell half-trained boys. If they fail, they will bring shame on Astapor." she finished. Grazdan seemed more civil than Kraznys, but that was not a high bar to reach. If he is partnered with a man like Kraznys, he was no Baelor the Blessed.

"I will take all or have none." she demanded.

"The slut has no money." the master began.

"Master Kraznys says you cannot afford them." the translator repeated.

"With her ship she cannot afford more than a hundred." the master began. "And that's only because she has a nice ass." he quipped to his partner, making them both laugh.

"Your ship will buy you a hundred Unsullied... because master Kraznys is generous." the girl edited, translating the first part correctly.

"The gold will buy you ten." The translator continued. "And the Dothraki are not worth the cost to feed, but Master Kraznys will give you three for them. Master Kraznys asks how will you pay for the remaining seven thousand, eight hundred and seventy seven Unsullied?" she finished. This was the moment her plan began in earnest.

"I have a dragon. I'll give you one." the shock from such a statement, took a while to spread, having to cross the language barrier. Her dragons were the size of smaller dogs, and show no signs of stopping their growth. Sadly, not fast enough. Hence the need for an army.

"You what now?" Dante looked at her in shock.

"Foolishness… Your ancestors took the kingdom with three dragons, not an army of eunuchs." Vergil commented, not removing his gaze from the master.

"Khaleesi…" ser Jorah said in a low tone. "Please…"

She looked at each of them in annoyance, before stepping forward to the master who stated his demand.

"Three dragon." he said, in broken common.

"One." she responded.

"Two." he tried again.

"One." she responded again, slowly, so he could better understand.

He conversed with his Grazdan before making his demand.

"They want the biggest one." the girl relayed.

"Done." was her response.

"Done!" the master smiled.

"I'll take you as well. Now. You'll be Master Kraznys' gift to me. As a token of a bargain well struck." Daenerys said, raising her chin at the girl.

"S-she demands this one as a gift" the girl told her master, anxious of his response.

He only smiled at Daenerys.

They departed the scene, with her three companions following suit, ser Jorah rushing to meet her.

"Khaleesi, a dragon is worth more than any army. Aegon the Conqueror, your ancestor, proved that!" ser Jorah said.

"You're here to advise me." She turned, looking at the three, who stopped in their tracks. "And I value your advice. But if you ever question me in front of strangers again, you'll be finding someone else to advise." her threat resounded with them, but the twins remained unmoved. She secretly hoped that they wouldn't take it to heart.

She hurriedly retreated back to where her dragons were waiting for her, picking out Drogon and tying him to a chain.

"I'm so sorry for this, my child" she told the willful drake as the put him in a small covered cart. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she prepared for the moment of truth.

Vergil, Astapor.

To think that the girl is willing to trade one of her dragons, which she regards as her children, for some army he could decimate within a minute. Their bravery and discipline would only serve to keep them in line as he cut through their ranks. Sometimes, there is a time to retreat, and these soldiers would miss those windows of opportunity for regrouping to gain a better vantage.

Regardless, the trade deal was so ridiculous that Vergil had to watch it take place, if nothing, out of sheer curiosity. But he sensed there was something more to it than Daenerys let on, some secret detain she kept hidden.

"The master advises you to blood them early." the dusky girl said. "There are many cities between here and there. Should you take captives, the masters will pay a good price for the healthy ones. And who knows, some of the boys you send may become Unsullied, and all of us will prosper."

Daenerys regarded the master with a blank expression before she approached her cart and drew the black dragon out, keeping him suspended on a chain, like a kite. The master looked at his new toy with a wide smile, while the rest of the onlookers regarded the creature with curiosity and awe. She approached the master while holding the chain, all the while her dragon's shrieks broke up the tense silence as the trade agreement came to a close.

"There's something we're missing here." Dante whispered to Vergil, finally noticing what he noticed. "Let's see how this plays out, before we act."

Vergil nodded as he watched the master snatch the chain from Daenerys avariciously, handing his own golden whip to the princess once he possessed the dragon's chain.

"Is it done then?" the slave queen asked.

"It is done. You hold the whip. The Unsullied are yours." the translator answered.

The princess turned her back to the master and her former dragon, whose cries grew more plaintive with each step she took towards her new army and away from her child. The master himself seemed to struggle with controlling the beast.

To Vergil and Dante's surprise, she began issuing commands to the army, not in English, but the tongue the masters spoke in.

The master said something in that language, before Daenerys turned and answered back, shocking him.

"What are they saying?" Dante approached the slave girl.

"The master said that the dragon is not obeying him. The queen told him that a dragon is no slave." she began to translate their conversation.

"The master is shocked that she knows Valyrian, to which she says Valyrian is her mother tongue."

The girl issues another command to the soldiers, making Dante nudge the girl, waiting for her to start translating again.

"Don't stop now, this is getting interesting!" Dante excitedly said.

The girl, slightly taken aback by Dante's forwardness, spoke up again. "Unsullied. Slay every master, soldier and everyone that holds a whip... Leave the children unharmed. Free every slave you see." Dante and Vergil could no longer hold back their smiles as they watched Daenerys masterfully execute a karmic takeover. The master, no longer in control of the situation, dropped his smug attitude and started panicking, trying to hold on to the only thing he had left- the dragon.

"Dracarys." the princess said. A command that needed no translation, made the dragon incinerate the master that held him.

"That's our cue, Verge. Let's rock!" Dante said, as he leapt into action, shooting the soldiers who guarded the lounging masters with his twin pistols, spinning in the air as he did.

Vergil blinked to the nearest master, performing an upward slash, completely bifurcating the master who had no time to react. Dante blasted open the helmets of two soldiers with his shotgun, as Vergil summoned six mirage blades to run down the fleeing master who the soldiers guarded. He saw the Unsullied fight off some soldiers with ease, remarking that their skill was not an idle boast of the master, deciding to help them out by destroying an unit looking to flank them, leaping into the air and unleashing three Judgement Cuts on them in quick succession. He could see the faintest reflex of fear in the Unsullied at the whirling spheres of energy which tore the adjacent enemy unit to shreds.

Dante began to mow down an entire column of soldiers with his rocket launchers, leaving only ash in its wake, while one of the dragons caught the fleeing survivors in its jet of flames. Vergil, not wanting to be outdone by his little brother appeared in front of a unit of soldiers escorting masters away from the battle zone.

"Now you meet your end…" he said to them darkly, as he unleashed Yamato's power on the stunned soldiers, cutting through time and space, shattering the very substance of reality like glass as he left a gory mess.

Carefully putting Yamato back in its sheath, he looked to Dante, who was cleaving both soldiers and slave owners alike with his devil sword, selecting one to act as his personal pincushion as he stabbed him a dozen times in a fraction of a second before cutting him in two. Turning back to Daenerys, he saw a lone soldier charge at her, hoping to land a killing blow on the princess who betrayed their city. Vergil leaped to save her, teleporting a great distance to appear above the charging soldier and pepper him with three mirage blades in a single deft motion of his arm, blinking back to the fray before she even had a chance to thank him.

"Archers!" the old knight yelled. The walls began to line up with figures holding bows, beginning to nock the arrows they intend to rain down on the traitorous Unsullied. Vergil focused on them, raining down his own storm of mirage blades on a large segment of their ranged troops, while he finished slicing a soldier in mid-air. The other portion of archers was taken out by the white-gold dragon that previously bit him.

A unit of riders charged at Dante who merely flashed his Devil Trigger at them, terrifying the horses, forcing the the cavalry to go back where they came from. A few riders fell off their mounts and tried to run from Dante. Dante was reminded that Vergil was not too far away when Vergil's Force Edge – a phantom copy of their father's sword mowed down the fleeing riders while spinning, before it returned to its original owner.

More archers appeared on the horizon. Vergil launched a mirage blade at one, teleporting to him subsequently, before charging down the archers with his Yamato and his Force Edge, interweaving powerful slashes with each of them.

"Clean cut!" Vergil exclaimed, once he slashed the last archer in a deadly pirouette with his two blades. He saw Dante take notes from the detachment of riders previously sent against them.

"Full throttle!" Dante yelled as he performed vehicular manslaughter with his demonic motorcycle, decimating a squad of swordsmen going down an alley and proceeding into some street. Explosions could be heard from the side he went into.

A man in heavy armor, swinging a large mace appeared near Vergil, attempting to attack him. It was child's play for Vergil to parry his attack with the Yamato. The man's weapon flew out of his hand, and his disbelief was plain to see, despite the visor. Vergil charged at him with lightning speed, each hit knocking his target further into the air, before he drew Force edge again to slam the man to the ground, opening him up like a can of tuna.

"Waste of my time..." Vergil commented on the enemies he faced so far, as none managed to offer a challenge whatsoever. He continued to the top of the city, going in advance of the Unsullied and meeting Dante along the way.

"Having fun?" his brother asked, earning a grunt from Vergil in reply as he scanned the area, noticing a familiar face running for the shadows.

"It's the other master." Vergil stated. Dante nodded and began chasing him. Vergil opted to flank the man from another side if he could.

'Too slow…" Vergil said after he cut his way through another row of soldiers with Yamato in blistering speed, meeting the man who sat near Kraznys' side at the negotiations. The man fell to his knees in shock upon seeing Vergil's menacing presence, and began crawling away from Vergil, reaching Dante's legs. As he looked up to see who was behind him, he stared down the two barrels of Ebony and Ivory.

"Jackpot." was the last thing he heard, before being sent to hell.