Vergil weighed his options. He had always been a loner, except for the brief period he had allied himself with that bastard Arkham. It would be the most sensible choice to go his own way, and leave this elven creature to his own devices, but something nagged at him. Standing passively to the eye, he fought inwardly over what to do as Shivan opened the hatch.
He came to a decision. He would accompany this Nightelf in the trek through this giant labyrinth, more for the safety of the other than for himself. This place seemed to be rigged to the core, and his hightened senses and nigh-indestructibility would be invaluable to the elf, who seemed to be of a much weaker breed.
He walked over and pushed Shivan out of the way, climbing up to the hatch. Shivan stumbled back, drawing his weapons in protest and aiming a retalitory strike at Vergil's back. Vergil's katana flashed almost faster than the human eye can see and deflected the blade. Vergil sheathed his katana behind his back and continued into the hatch.
Landing in the next room, Vergil walked to the center, his mind absently boiling at the audacity of the elf. He was so distracted that he didn't even notice the next trap.
From numerous ports that slid open silently in all the walls of the new, red room, there blasted forth harpoonlike wires tipped with tiny barbs. The wires plunged through Vergil from all sides, going all the way through and landing themselves in small holes opposite their originating hole. His body jerked as wire after wire rocketed through him, until about a hundred tiny wires held his limp body in place in the center of the room.
Shivan looked on in horror from the hatch, disgusted and appalled at the short-levity of their "alliance." His eyes widened even more as Vergil's body began to glow with blue energy.
The energy intensified until it exploded outward, radiating heat that seared Shivan's face like a hot summer wind. He closed his eyes against the heat, and when he opened them, Vergil had changed.
Hanging in the wires was a strange demon. Vergil's trench coat seemed to have become part of him, scaly and fluid. His body continued to radiate energy, but to a much lesser extent. Vergil opened his eyes and growled. He yanked his outstretched arms slowly, one after the other, back to himself, ripping the wires from the walls. He pulled forward, ripping the wires through his legs and torso from the walls as well. Once he was no longer attached to the room, he tore the wires from his body and flung them away. The wounds closed themselves and he looked at the awestruck Shivan. In a sinister, rasping version of his normal voice he said,
"Is that all they've got?"
The energy pulled back into his body, and he changed back to human form, completely unscathed. He ran his hand through his hair and picked up his katana from where it had fallen. "You can come in now. The trap is gone."
((Sorry, N_. I took over your character a little, so I could appropriately introduce Vergil's Devil Trigger. It was kind of necessary, and I figured you'd be mature and not mind.))
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