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Half God Half Devil	By : Demonized Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 1194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Twenty-four years is a long time to hold on to a memory as painful as that night on top of Temen-ni-gru. Twenty-four years of feeling used and abandoned by his brother who had seen fit to fuck him and leave him on top of that dark tower. Twenty-four years of wallowing in the guilt of not following after Vergil, as stupid as that would have been at the time. Dante would have been little more than a burden to Vergil had he followed, or maybe the fact that Dante had been pregnant with his child would have been enough to dissuade Vergil once it had become apparent. Maybe it wouldn't have dissuaded him at all with the threat that Mundus had posed.
How will Vergil react to the knowledge that he had knocked Dante up? That he has a son for whom Dante had nearly died several times while carrying him? That Dante had almost died giving birth to? A son whom Dante had to give up so that he would be safe? A son who had grown up into a fine young man and who Dante can barely look at because it hurts knowing that he hadn't been able to raise him.
Dante knows that he shouldn't wait to tell Vergil, that waiting to tell him will only make it harder to speak about it, but Dante can't bring himself to do it right now. Not so soon after nearly losing Vergil. Dante selfishly wants as much time as he can get with Vergil before the truth comes out. Before it all will undoubtedly go to hell.
It will be worth it, Dante tells himself as he helps Vergil into a pair of soft black sweatpants. They're a little loose on his brother who is without a doubt malnourished. Hopefully, once he is more stable Dante can get some actual food into him but for now, he requires a strict diet of blood. He'll catch cold more easily, Dante muses as he digs through his wardrobe to find a matching black sweatshirt, leaving Vergil sitting over on the bed.
It takes several minutes of digging but Dante comes away with a pair of fuzzy dark grey socks and the black sweatshirt. As he helps Vergil with putting it all on Dante swears that he's purring again, the noise just barely audible. He looks happy underneath the weariness that seems ever-present and…he is sniffing at the collar of the sweatshirt, his purr becoming just a bit louder.
"Ya want anything else, Verge?" Dante decides against commenting on Vergil sniffing at his borrowed clothes, Dante's clothes, and purring like he's a damn cat. He had purred in the bath too while Dante had been running his fingers through his hair, and Dante finds all of it…inherently pleasing. Vergil had relaxed during the bath and he is still relaxed even now.
Vergil stiffens slightly at the question, his relaxed demeanor immediately vanishing, and then he regards Dante with a subdued expression before he gives a slight shake of his head. "I am fine." He says it quietly as he looks away from Dante, his scent twisting with guilt and sadness. "Thank you for your kindness and generosity," he adds before he lays down on the bed with his back to Dante.
Dante bites at his tongue as Vergil curls up, hearing the unspoken 'I do not deserve it' loud and clear, and quickly pads out of the bedroom as tears threateningly prickle at his eyes. They start to fall before he can even reach the landing, bringing with them a surge of guilt. As much as Dante had suffered in that short time after Temen-ni-gru, Vergil had suffered for far longer under Mundus, nine years of enslavement with who knows what torture and vile acts that had been brought down upon him, and then fifteen years after of having to survive in such a state. Yet Dante had thoughtlessly let himself lash out at Vergil and get angry at him, and all Vergil does is accept it in stride where he usually would have lashed out in turn.
Maybe Dante hadn't really changed at all. Not with how he had handled Vergil since getting back with the blood.
"Goddamnit!" Dante clutches at the banister, letting his tears go unchecked, and contemplates turning himself around to go back into the bedroom, to go apologize for his poor reactions and behavior. 'But I deserve it' is what Vergil will probably say. "You don't, you fucking idiot," Dante whispers harshly to the imagined response, his grip on the banister tightening to the point that the wood creaks.
His brother deserves every bit of kindness Dante can give him and, most of all, he deserves to be given a chance. He hasn't complained once, though Dante is certain he did want to complain about the state of his bedroom, which is shocking with how much Dante has manhandled him. Dante wants to reason that it's because Vergil's in such a weakened state but he knows that it must be frustrating for Vergil to some degree. He has always held himself as someone who is always in control, whether it be of himself or the situation at hand, so Dante usurping that control is no better than what Mundus had done to him.
Dante wipes at his face, mostly in vain, then heads back into his bedroom, taking care to keep his steps as silent as possible, and peers in at Vergil from the doorway. He's still curled up, completely unmoving and his breathing is…indiscernible. Dante's heart aches at the sight of him in such a defensive position—fetal position, his mind supplies—and he's crossing the distance from the doorframe to his bed before he fully realizes it. Dante tentatively sits down on the edge of the bed, his weight making the mattress dip slightly, and reaches out to lightly touch Vergil's back.
Vergil stiffens slightly at the touch then shifts enough to raise his head and twist around to look at him. "Did you… Dante?" Concern colors his voice as he moves to sit up, worry etching into his expression, and there is only a slight hesitation before he wraps his arms around Dante. "What's wrong, Dante?" He asks softly as he pulls Dante close.
Dante immediately tucks his head under Vergil's chin and presses his nose into Vergil's throat, his skin cool to the touch but not as icy as before. "I'm sorry," Dante whispers fervently, his eyes squeezing shut as more tears slip free.
"Dante…" Vergil tightens his arms around Dante and rubs his cheek against the top of his head in an effort to comfort him. "You have nothing to apologize for." There is a beat of silence that follows, one that is sullied only by the soft wheezing of each breath that he takes and the faint beating of his heart. It doesn't last for long, his brother loosening his hold to draw back slightly. "Look at me, Dante."
Dante wants to stubbornly shake his head and insist that he does have something to apologize for. Quite a lot to apologize for, in fact. Still, he can't bring himself to ignore Vergil's request and lifts his head as he opens his eyes to tearily look at him.
Vergil shifts his hold on Dante to bring a hand up and wipe his tears away with several swipes of his thumb, his lips pulling into a slight frown. "I should be the one to apologize, little brother," he says in a soft murmur, his fingers tracing along Dante's jaw before he curls them under his chin. "For the pain that you have suffered in my absence, for being foolish enough to leave you. If I could do it all over again-"
"-you would leave. Maybe not right away…but you still would have gone to try and take Mundus out." Confusion twists Vergil's scent at Dante's interruption and he frowns at him, clearly trying to puzzle out why he would still leave. Gods, Dante can't keep it from him. He can't be selfish. "I was pregnant with our son."
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