Noctural could feel it, Sparda's blood had once again entered the demon realm. This was his chance for revenge.
"Sparda!" the demon yelled
Vergil heard it, but it did not scare him. He was probably stronger than any demon he would find in the underworld. Something was unsettling though, if that demon knew he was in the demon world how many others knew?
The wretched spawn of Sparda will suffer for what has been done to me. I will not rest until I bathe my sword in his blood. He will learn the true meaning of pain. My blade will once again feel the soft tearing of flesh and shatter of bone. I will have my fill, and feast on his innards. He will be shown no mercy, by the power that I posses I will make him suffer for a hundred years in this place which is my home. He will never see the light of the human realm again, nor any light. He will dwell in darkness for the rest of his days.
All this and more was going through the mind of Noctural, the flesh eater. He drew his sword as he got closer to the man named Vergil. When he came face to face with the son of Sparda, he spoke of his plans.
"You shall face eternal suffering and become a feast for my hungry belly. I will hunger no more, your demonic and human blood shall nourish me for an eternity!"
Vergil chuckled.
"You dare laugh at me!"
"Do you truly understand the power of Sparda? Even I, who posses only half of his blood am superior in power to all the demon warlords."
"Liar! Wretch! Humans are fragile things, it will be easy to break you!"
Death comes swiftly to those who fear