In the Absense of Light

[Sister]

In the soft earth the nun’s footsteps were muffled as she slipped between large gray head stones. The heavy boots sunk deep in the mud threatening to hold her down as she avoided the deeper puddles. Unfortunately the edges of her habit dragged and were already splashed with drying muck. Angeleanna paid no heed to the state of her dress and tightened her fingers around the wooden case she carried and studied the foggy area ahead of her. Her breath came out in thin clouds as the air turned colder the further she made her way into the cemetery but she wasn’t ready to give up. She had seen the apparition from the road, bigger then an a traditional orb and it followed her along the winding rickety gate that had the vague appearance of an arachnid. When she turned to face it, it retreated further into the graveyard before a thick shadow oozed from behind a mausoleum and devoured the apparition. It was enough to make the hairs on the back of her neck stand up but the bone chilling scream that followed sent the nun leaping over a broken part of the gate and into the rows of jagged teeth.

The scream had been young and raw that of a trapped animal or child but the nun could not ignore it. The city seemed to pulse with life, one didn’t need to be a psychic to feel it crawling under your skin. She could feel it even before it came into view. On foot, she could make better time in her travels with the occasional help of a passing trucker, the latest had dropped her off less then a mile and she hoofed it the rest of the way and nearly stumbled over her own feet at the monstrous tower that jutted from the depths of the earth. While it needed to be investigated, she needed to find a payphone and contact her Mother Superior and give an report. That had been her objective walking along side the cemetery towards the Cathedral.

Now she was running, racing through the narrow spaces between grave markers, the long black cowl barely hanging on by the strategically placed bobby pins as it threatened to be ripped off. Her coat made out of a lighter material fluttered behind her dress like broken wings with the memory of flight. The shadow had reappeared, taunting the woman of God to give chase before rounding itself on her. Boots sliding in the slick mud, Angel broke her running gait and slowed. Taking a deep breath she peered through the dense fog with uneasiness and shifted her hold on the case that held her gear. For all appearance sake she nothing but a nun visiting a beloved resting soul. The air on her arms prickled and she strained to pick up any sounds and remained still for a length of time before determining whatever she had been chasing, had given her the slip.

[Vergil]

It was just about ready, the tower was almost complete and the gateway all but open, all that was left were to open the last of the seals. Vergil could feel that immense power was almost in his grasp and it made the ghost of a smirk grace his handsome features, it was his, the power of Sparda was his birthright and Vergil planned to take what was his, no matter what. Nothing could stand in his way on his pursuit of ultimate power Not even you dear brother, he sneered at the thought and ran a hand through his perfect hair.

That's what brought him to the old cemetery behind the abandoned cathedral on the outskirts of the town, he looked up at the structure, Vergil had heard stories that something not exactly human lived there; but he was getting sidetracked, the half demon was hear because Arkham was sure one of the seals was on this land, now all Vergil had to do was find it and give the blasted demon back it's name and he'd be on his 'merry' way, the thought was almost enough to make him laugh, almost. The idea of him being merry was rather ludicrous and preposterous, but Vergil simply shrugged it off and continued looking through the cemetery, looking for the little tell tale mark of the seal, his blue trench billowing behind him as the wind caught it and his boots making no noise as he walked.

As he walked he heard the sounds of running, felt the presence of another in the graveyard with him and it annoyed him, these two others were intruding on him at the moment and that was something that he wouldn't stand for. Moving quietly through the fog Vergil spotted them, well one at least, the shadowy demon stood before him and whoever it had been that he heard running had stopped, still though it was annoying to know that others were here, and now that he had been sidetracked from his mission Vergil was more then just a bit annoyed actually.

Yamato slid easy out of it's sheath with a soft sound and in the blink of an eye the lesser demon was in pieces, the only real sign of it's attack was the sound of Vergil's beloved sword singing through the air and the fact that he now stood on the opposite side of the deceased creature. With a flick of his wrist Yamato was clean of blood and he slowly sheathed the blade before turning to look at the other trespasser, "A servant of God, well isn't that quaint?" His tone was sharp with an underlying mockery to it.