Noctural roared louder and fiercer than a lion. Vergil didn't even blink. Noctural rushed in Vergil's direction, blade drawn. When he had closed the distance, Noctural swiped down with Hell Razor. Vergil simply jumped over Noctural. Blood began to drip out of Vergil's side and his coat was soaked. A few drops of blood fell on Noctural's forehead. The blood slowly continued down his face and into his mouth. Noctural enjoyed the taste of Vergil's blood.
"Your blood is quite tasty." Noctural gave a sickening chuckle.
Vergil's vision began to blur. Normally his wound would have healed already. What was wrong? He couldn't fool around anymore. Vergil drew his katana. Noctural ran at him and they locked blades. Then, something suddenly shined. It was Vergil's amulet. Noctural saw it and was filled with rage.
"You have it! That rightfully belongs to me!"
"This belongs to a son of Sparda." said Vergil in his weakness
The blood continued to flow out of Vergil's open wound. He breathed heavily and Noctural could feel that he was becoming weak.
"Tired already? The demon realm can do that to a human."
"I am no human!"
Vergil knew he had showed too much emotion in that last statement. He couldn't let words affect him like that. How did Noctural know he was born of Sparda? How did he know about the amulet? Why did he think it belonged to him?
It was the amulet, the amulet that encased his power. If he could just get his hands on it, he could begin his rise in the demon hierarchy. If he killed this son of Sparda he would earn renown and respect from all the demons of the under world.
"You will die!" Noctural promised Vergil
Vergil didn't reply. The wound was starting to take its toll. His knees started to become weak. He needed help.
Death comes swiftly to those who fear