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Dante's personal Hell	By : BluewolfEthan Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 2414 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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For your own sanity, it
is recommended that you know the game and have seen the cutscenes. I tend to
put a lot of understatements there.
Betad by Tora-Katana and
Nimlinven (Who is a russian gal who rocks my texts) *bows-bows-bows and worships*
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Chap 03
Prince Charming
kidnapped
Part
1. /
Drink me
Dante carefully put Vergil
on the back seat, placing him in the nest of pillows collected from all over
Devil Never Cry.
'I smell leather and
velvet,' Vergil looked around curiously, though, of course, the darkness was
still engulfing him.
'That's my car. Wish you
could see it,' Dante started the engine. There was the sound of the door
opening and the vanilla smell told Vergil that Trish was coming along. They
drove through the streets. 'I tell you, these two bitches practically owe me
everything they have. And don't you dare say a word, Trish. You and Lady send
me all the bills for all the damage you do during missions. Yes, not only my
own ones, but tons, thousands of bills for property damage in places I have
never ever been to! Let alone the catalogue rolls from women's clothes
boutiques! These fuckin' women had me cleaned out, I tell you! But anyway I
managed to save some money to buy this baby. I love this car. It is all stylish
and the colour is magnificent! It is like the sky on a spring Sunday morning, pure
azure.'
'Does it match the colour
of my eyes?' Vergil asked quite an innocent question, but it killed his twin's
good mood completely.
'Shit. It does,' Dante
reluctantly admitted. "Absolutely stupid of me.
To colour it azure. Ridiculous.
Just outrageous."
Trish was grinning.
'Don't laugh at me, tis not
funny!'
She burst out laughing.
Trish was sure she was not leaving Devil Never Cry until those two idiots would
settle their relationship.
'Here we are,' Dante
stated, eyeing Trish angrily. 'Trish, get lost for now. Go find me that thing I
told you about.'
'Could you please get me inside.'
'Sure,' Trish forgotten,
Dante carefully took Vergil from the car. His brother's still weak hands slowly
embraced him, searching for support. Vergil's head lay on Dante's shoulder.
'For now, I have prepared a
place for you here, in the lobby.' Dante kicked the door open. 'I will take you
upstairs to sleep. But during the day it will be easier for me to have you in
sight.'
Dante's hands put Vergil on
the couch. The piece of furniture was leather itself, but it was covered with a
nice soft cloth. The smell of the rain came really close for some time: Dante
was rearranging the pillows and throwing a plaid over his brother's weak frame.
He was so close Vergil could hear him breathing. Then Dante tapped him on the
shoulder:
'How
about lunch? Any special orders?'
'Anything will do after
that hospital.' Dante smiled involuntarily at those words � too familiar a
thought. 'But I wouldn't mind some salad, julienne and�'
'Sorry,' Dante interrupted.
'But as of today, I can not supply your noble ass with a meal like that. I am
freaking short of money. Actually, it is gonna strike my budget real hard, you
staying here. For now, I'll make something more human,' Dante capitulated to
the kitchen, nervously scratching his head. Vergil heard the devil hunter wash
the salad and some vegetables.
'Can we talk, while you are
busy with lunch?'
'Oh, alright,' Dante almost
chopped off his fingers along with the tomatoes. Getting used to a polite
Vergil would take some time.
'I would normally read a
book in such a situation, but I can't see.' There was the sound of the frying
pan clanking over the pots.
'Tis fine; forget about it.
It's not like I had anyone to talk to for the last� well, ever.' The eggshells
cracked one after another and the oil hissed on the hot surface. 'Trish is
always here, but she is not really helpful. Lady is a kid, and we are not that
close. So I'd really like to talk to you for a change.'
'So tell me, how do you humans live. How do you live.'
'I am not very typical,' snickered Dante. 'For the last couple o'month I have been
consuming junk and tons of alcohol. Doing nothing. You
see, it was after I lost a person very dear to me� Doesn't
matter anymore. Anyway, you'll get to know my life since you are staying
with me. I'd rather you tell me what those stupid demons did this time.'
'Oh,
about that. When
I entered the Demon world, I had my sword with me.'
''Mato.'
'Right. It actually was of great help as upon
my arrival I faced the Devil Prince.'
A plate crashed onto the
floor and Vergil heard Dante curse quietly then collect the splinters and,
perhaps, the leftovers of some food.
"I just smashed it.
No lunch for you today, stupid Dante. Heck."
'Mundus?'
'Never you
mind. I lost then� but he is gone for good now.
Back to the point, the
sword is also the key to the gates between the worlds. I made the decision to
send it to a reliable person to prevent any accidents. In reality, this was the
crucial mistake. With Yamato I could have stopped the rebellion that broke out
after the death of Mundus.
They found and captured me.
Locked me up in a dungeon, tortured� fools, for I am going to bask in the sweet
revenge. But all this is not important at the moment.
Demons have not faced any
strong power for long, that is since my father Sparda
died. Oh, and as you understand, the Mundus accident itself does not count. They
began to think they were invincible; and so demons want the Human world for
themselves. Well, having seen their environment, I can understand their desire.
In the human world, the air smells of ambrosia and water is like nectar for a
demon like myself.
The point is they decided
to use my body to open the gate.'
'They being?'
Dante was looking at his hands, lips pressed tight, as down his strained
fingers the bright juice was dripping into the sink, the orange he was holding
squeezed almost dry.
'Oh, there is a group of
demons that have some abilities. They are in charge but I have very vague idea
of who that actually is.'
'So we deal with the pawns
first,' Dante slowly let go of the orange and breathed out to calm down.
'Guess so.'
'Why am I not surprised,'
he washed his hands and took the food.
'Here is your imitation of
a lunch,' Vergil heard fast confident steps and the sound of a table being
moved to his couch. Then the plates were put down and a glass with what seemed
like juice judging from the smell.
'Um,
Vergil.'
'Yes?'
'I forgot that you cannot
move yet.' Dante said shyly, slowly sitting down on the floor. 'Want me to feed
you?'
'With all due gratitude,'
Vergil smiled a dark polite smile, 'don't even try saying it out loud again. When
do I regain the ability to move?'
'Fine,
fine. We'll have
to wait for Trish to come. She went to get you a potion that will push your
body to the limit, but in a day you will be able to walk already.'
'Sounds agreeable to me,
but what does pushing to the limit include?'
'Remember the fairy-tale of
the little mermaid? It will constantly feel like she is walking on sharp swords,
said the witch. You are gonna face pain, lotsa pain. Bear with it for one day -
and you will recover 3 times faster. So what do you say?'
'Where is the potion?' smirked Vergil.
'Just as expected,' Dante
laughed.
'You know, Dante, so far
you seem like an awfully useful man. Tell me again, why would I want to get rid
of you?'
'Because
it is not your style to stick to anything that is a pain in the ass?'
'Are you?'
'Find out for yourself.'
'Missed me, boys?' Trish opened
the door and hastily walked up to Dante. Vergil heard her whispering to the
devil hunter. 'Are you sure about this? I have never seen any creature staying
sane after it.'
'Chill, Trish. I drank it.'
'You freaking did?' she
almost yelled. 'You could have gone mad! It is idiotic, you could have killed
everybody!'
'Well, I didn't, so stop
shouting at me and give me the fuckin' potion.'
'No way,' Trish sat on
Vergil's couch and frowned. 'Until you tell me when you tried
it.'
'None of
your business, evercurious woman. Now gimme the potion.
Or rather, I'll hold Vergil and you give it to him.'
Dante's hands helped to sit
up, then one hand was holding Vergil's wrists behind his back, the other fisted
his hair to hold his head still.
'Hey, doesn't seem like you
are treating me nice.'
'Go,' Dante said, ignoring
his brother's question. The glass vial at Vergil's lips - and the ice-cold
liquid poured down his throat.
In a second it started
burning like acid. Then it was in his veins, under his skin and the bones felt
like they were crumbling down. Vergil arched back, his lips parted in silent
scream.
'Trish, I await you here in
an hour,' said Dante, pinning his brother to the couch.
Vergil broke down and
screamed, trying vigorously to break loose from the firm grip.
Trish sighed and looked at
the plate with eggs and salad and at the glass of juice � when was the last
time Dante went into the kitchen to cook?
She went out shivering from
the insane screams that reminded her of the forgotten realms of the Demon
world.
...
Trish was tired of sitting
on the front steps of Devil Never Cry. Even more she was tired of harrowing
pleas and begging, high-pitched cries going down to demonic roar to childish
sobs and back to cries.
...
Vergil did not distinguish
anymore between reality and dreams, tears and laughter. In his world, wrapped
in absolute darkness, there were only the bloody fireworks of pain.
'Vergil. Vergil!' she
hailed him, and so he stopped and looked around.
'Mum, but Dante has already
left, I want to go, too.'
'Look, dear, we need to
talk. Like adults, alright?' She took his hand and sat with him on the grass.
'Oh,' embarrassed and
somehow happy, Vergil waited to see what she would tell him.
'Vergil, you know I love
both of you, right? You and Dante.' He nodded. 'But
you are different. Since you are older, Vergil, I want to ask you to look after
your brother.'
'Why so? Did he break
something again?'
'No my little boy, he
didn't. I am talking about times to come. Dante is too careless and he doesn't
know many things, yet he shares with you the legacy of your father. It means
when the time comes, you both will have great power. You will use it well, of
that I am sure. But Dante� he might do something dangerous without even knowing.
So I want it to be you. Study
well, listen to your father and when you grow up collect the splinters of
Sparda's power. Get as many as you can find, in this world and in the
underworld. Do not let anyone stop you, since you will be the vessel for the
power of Sparda. The demons have used it all wrong � for the war against
mankind. But I believe you will not go astray.
If Dante finds out and
decides to do something reckless, stop him. And never � promise me Vergil �
never let him have both amulets and never let him into the capital of the
damned ones. Never�' Eva closed her eyes, holding back the ears. 'Protect him
from himself.'
'Don't cry, Mum. I promise.
I swear to you, I will not let him drown in the underworld!' Vergil hugged her,
hiding his face in the crook of her neck.
'Thank you, Vergil. But I
am sorry, so sorry�'
'That's alright, that's
alright�' chanted Vergil, the cold wind beating in his face. The dark crimson
sky slowly became black. Night came. The white snow, more like sharp glass, was
tugging him back, but he pushed ahead stubbornly, still angry at his brother.
'Without power you can not
protect anything,' he told himself, images of Eva dying still painfully clear
in his mind. 'Might. Might controls
everything. If I only had it � the power of Sparda� You
wanted to protect us, you wanted us to live in peace. Didn't
you know it is impossible because we are demons? We could have never lived in
the Human world, as we are not like them. Why didn't you send us to the demons?
We would have been prepared� But you stayed with these people you respected so
much. What did they do for you? Nothing! The day the demons came for our
family, the humans ran away, scared! Only the three of us were there: you, me,
and Dante.
I never forgot what you
asked me to do. I intended to protect him, as you told me. But it was you, who
stepped in front of us, it was you who died. I could not do anything, I was
useless! It shouldn't have been like that! Shouldn't have been� like that�'
Vergil clenched his fists and looked at Yamato once again � the only thing he
took with him.
He finally reached the top
of the cliff and through the snowstorm rose the towers
of Cocytus, the capital of the damned ones, the hidden heart of the Demon
world. The ice city hidden in thorns, with rivers of blood
crashing down from the sky bridges, down the stairs in the streets. The nests of demons and bats on tops of the towers, covering ice
with black sticky net. The stone red-eyed chess pieces trampled under
the hard claws of creatures in hard armor, with fire manes and hollow eyes. Thousands
of bloody phoenixes, burning to ashes, caught in the blue street lights, then
to revive with a cry of agony. Lecherous snakes with half-human bodies coiling
up in the side streets, throwing lewd glances at the by-passing creatures.
'I am coming for it,'
Vergil calmed himself down. 'My father was strong enough to be one of those who
wielded power over this place. I shall not be inferior.'
A narrow lane was leading
down between the ice-frozen rocks into the darkness and terror of the night, it took Vergil to Cocytus for the first time.
He foolishly went there
unprepared. He was seeking the power of Sparda. Vergil lay in an alley, covered
in blood and powerless. Someone stood over him, wrapped in a cloak to hide his
human figure and his face. He took in the weakened demon, satisfied smirk on
his lips.
The white day shone over
Cocytus and its impenetrable rays broke through the small window near his bed. Vergil
awakened, exhausted, his whole body screaming in pain. The blinding light hurt,
too. The kind of pain that meant that you were still alive.
Next, there was that human�.
Someone entered the room.
'I may become of great help to you, descendant of the Demon Lord Sparda.'
'Interesting,' Vergil sat
up. 'Keep talking.'
'My name is Arkham. I seek
your permission to be the faithful servant of yours�'
"One faithful
servant� Filth!" thought Vergil, after the fall from Temen-ni-Gru
going again all the way up to the top.
"At least, he started
the process. Now all is left is to unseal the sword.
But Dante� this stupid
idiot, what does he want, messing everything up? Well, even supposing that it
was Arkham who got him involved, why didn't he just disappear? How annoying,
always sticking his nose in other's business�
Apart from that, it seems
he became just worse since the last time I saw him. I don't have a father� what
nonsense! This arrogant fool, not only didn't he want to use his demon powers,
moreover, he claims he despises our father! And I cannot even teach him a lesson.
How shameful.
I shall get the sword of
Sparda. What will I do, if Dante, who is insane as it is, goes crazy? If he
snaps, I will be helpless. Just like that time�
Then, it is a promise, to myself. I shall get that power. More and
more of it, until my promise to her is fulfilled, I shall not stop and I shall
not falter. All the splinters of the power of Sparda shall be mine. Nothing
is going to stop me, even if it is my own brother in my way."
In between the worlds, just
as Vergil had predicted, they battled each other. For the heritage of their
father, to be the one who is worthy, who is deserving.
Vergil finally had it � the legendary sword. Two more things left to fulfill
his promise � get the second amulet and defeat Dante.
'Give that to me,' Vergil
ordered coldly.
'No way. You've got your own,' was Dante's
stubborn answer.
'Well I want yours too.' Like
this idiot could really embrace the significance of that little thing in his
hand. Why did he always have to be so fucking difficult, hard to deal with? Why
wouldn't he just do as said?
'What are you gonna do with
all that power, huh? No matter how hard you try, you're never gonna be like
father.'
It was not Dante who was to
judge him. But those words hurt, like a stab in the back, like a whip slicing through
his heart. What did he know, that fucker?
'You are wasting time!'
roared Vergil, talking was futile.
'We are the sons of
Sparda.' Dante was trying again. Stupid. 'Within each
of us flows his blood, but more importantly, his soul! And now my soul is
saying it wants to stop you!'
'Unfortunately our souls
are at odds, brother. I need more power.'
"You don't know
shit. It is not something you will understand. You, who was protected and
looked after every single second. It is mine, this
task! I shall collect the power of Sparda, this is the only connection to the
family I have. You always had their attention, they loved you from the bottom
of their hearts, but me � the appreciated. She even asked me to look
after you! She asked me to lay my life for you! But this � this is only mine."
'And we're supposed to be
twins.'
'Twins� right,' mocked
Vergil bitterly.
The fight didn't go as he
wanted. Getting up, he was trying to catch his breath.
"Still
not good.
How does it turn out like this every time I face this laughing-stock?"
'Am I � being defeated?'
'What's wrong? Is that all
you got? Come on, get up, you can do better than that.'
"Like this
scoundrel can really mean what he was saying. But we should hurry."
'The portal to the Human
World is closing, Dante, because the amulets have been separated.'
'Let's finish this Vergil.
I have to stop you, even if it means killing you.'
"Isn't it what I am
supposed to do? Well let's find out, dolt." Vergil's hold on the sword
was strong. By the sharp pain he knew, however, that this time he lost again.
"I am truly
defeated." Powerless. Useless.
His amulet and the sword fell down. For the sword he did not care anymore. The
steel had its power, so this defeat just meant that the user was not strong
enough to come out the winner. But the amulet he quickly snatched from the
water.
'No one can have this,
Dante. It's mine. It belongs to a son of Sparda.'
"Well, this is the
end for me. The blockhead is still the brother of mine, so I might try to help
him a little� as a thank you for another try at beating him."
There was the need at least
have some dignity in his defeat.
'Leave me and go. If you don't want to be trapped in the Demon world.' Vergil's
voice was cold and somehow nonchalant. Then it came to him, the only way to
becoming stronger. 'I'm staying. This place was our fathers
home.'
Defeated and disappointed,
his body too heavy, Vergil let himself fall. He heard a startled shout and
there was Dante, wordlessly running to him, offering a hand.
"This asshole is
shattering my last pride. Not only after all this trouble I was defeated by a
fool who until recently could not even use his demonic power, but by this
shithead, who despises our father. You always took everything from me, no
matter how I tried. Even when I was the best, everyone still chose you. So what
else do you want? Do you want to take pleasure in my defeat? Never am I going
to admit you, lowlife! Get away from me! You ruined my whole life! Oh, I never
want to see you again!"
The sharp blade of Yamato
tore through Dante's glove. Vergil opened his eyes to take the last glance at
his brother. Vergil's features told Dante what his brother didn't; what Vergil
believed in, from the bottom of his heart.
"I hate you,"
read Dante.
Vergil did not see how his
brother's face fell, but the pain shot through his chest. He did not know where
it came from, but it drowned him in despair for a second and then it was all
gone.
On the lake of blood, shut
in the Demon world, Vergil stood up, panting heavily.
'It'll be fun to fight the Prince
of Darkness. If my father did it, I should be able to do it, too.'
Defeated. Everything faded, nothing left � no
family, no friends, only a shadow of a person with light blue eyes and
snow-white hair, the person to be wiped off the face of the earth. Life was so
simple when he served the Devil Prince.
Vergil battled that strange
person with those icy eyes, but the stranger turned out to be the stronger one.
Defeated again. And with defeat came bitterness and
hesitation. Thousands of questions of why and who, none of which could be
answered. Who was that with the features so much like his own?
In the
capital � fleeing through familiar back streets, running without turning back,
running from Mundus. Unknown feelings in his chest, forgotten visions
confusing his mind.
Awakened memory told Vergil
the right answer. He still could not beat Dante. The power of Sparda was still
not his. He still was not good enough, still could not carry out her request. The
whole purpose of all his troubles was as far as ever.
What happened to make him
agree to serve Mundus? Right, he was defeated.
Then why did he go to the
Underworld in the first place, if he was so weak?
...endo chap 03...
So, hell, it exhausted me!
Next coming up: little
red riding hood kidnaps prince charming! 4 real) And we finally
get to the NC content!
Kumoriko thnks
a lot, here is next)
See ya,
Ethan
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