**Chapter 1: Recollection**

Yelena Belova's eyes snapped open, her heart racing as she sat up in bed, drenched in sweat. She had been experiencing strange flashbacks and nightmares for weeks, but tonight's episode felt different. The memories lingered, refusing to fade away like they usually did. She rubbed her temples, trying to massage away the tension. What was happening to her? As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, her gaze fell upon her reflection in the mirror. For a moment, she saw someone else staring back – a person she didn't recognize. The image was fleeting, but it left her with more questions than answers. Who was she? What had happened to her? The memories began to resurface, fragmented and disjointed. She remembered a life not her own – a life as Vergil Sparda, a demon hunter. The name sent shivers down her spine. Vergil... She recalled the feel of a sword in her hand, the rush of adrenaline as she faced down enemies. The room around her began to blur, and she felt an intense energy coursing through her veins. Her eyes glowed red, and she knew she was transforming. The air seemed to vibrate with power as she stood up, her body shifting into a more imposing form. Her devil trigger form, Yamato, emerged. The transformation was both exhilarating and terrifying. Her silky blonde hair transformed into a crest with a fin shape at the top, and her eyes burned with an inner fire. A bright blue aura enveloped her, and her teeth sharpened into fangs. Her feet remained unchanged but darkened, and her neck gained a membrane that curved inwards. The spine merged with two dark-colored bones exposed at the top. She wore a trench coat with white imprints, its three tails separating into four, giving it a bat-like appearance when airborne. Her vest changed into an undercoat, and her sheathe altered, attaching to her sleeve while becoming a clawed appendage. The hallway outside her quarters was filled with the sound of gunfire and screams. Red Room agents, she assumed. Without hesitation, Yelena charged forward, her summon swords, Yamato and Mirage, materializing in her hands. The blades sliced through the air, cutting down her enemies with deadly precision. The battle was over in seconds. The agents lay motionless, their bodies cleaved in two or impaled by the summon swords. Yelena stood amidst the carnage, her chest heaving with exertion. The memories of her past life as Vergil flooded back, and she felt a sense of clarity wash over her. She sheathed her swords, still vibrating with power. The red glow in her eyes faded, and she stumbled backward, overwhelmed by the recollections. Who was she? What had she done? The questions swirled in her mind as she struggled to comprehend her new abilities and the memories that threatened to consume her. The room began to spin, and she collapsed onto the floor, her mind reeling from the sudden influx of memories and power. As she lay there, she knew that her life would never be the same. The recollection of her past had begun, and with it, a new journey as a warrior. As she caught her breath, Yelena realized that she had no idea what the future held, but she was determined to master her powers and forge a new path, one that would lead her to become a force to be reckoned with. The memories of Vergil Sparda still lingered, but she was ready to make a new name for herself, one that would strike fear into the hearts of her enemies.