Half God Half Devil | By : Demonized Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 1194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Dante was… Vergil's chest goes painfully tight as he stares at his brother—his frightened and nervous little brother, his eyes wide and still glistening with tears. Vergil slowly shifts his fingers from under Dante's chin to trace along his jaw, feeling the delicate tremble that runs through him. "Please…tell me what happened."
Dante shifts slightly, his gaze lowering from Vergil's for a moment as he contemplates his request. He trembles again, this one far stronger than the prior, before he seems to steel himself and return his gaze to Vergil's. "At first I didn't know what was going on but I knew that something was up. I was stuck in my demon form and I craved blood constantly…" Several more tears fall and he inhales shakily, his gaze dimming as he speaks, his voice low. "I started with demon blood but it wasn't enough… One week and three days after you had fallen into the Underworld I almost died."
Vergil's heart seems to go still for several beats. It feels like all of the air has been knocked out of him. Panic claws through him—consumes him—even though Dante is right in front of him, alive and as well as he can be. Vergil draws Dante back to him, circling his arms around Dante as tight as he can manage, and buries his nose in his hair to draw in his scent.
"Hey now…" Dante doesn't resist. He doesn't try to pull away. Instead he nuzzles at Vergil's jaw and neck with a soft coo that is meant to reassure him. It does little to soothe the edges of Vergil's panic, to pierce through it. "I'm okay, Vergil. I'm right here and I'm okay."
Okay. Okay. He is clearly not okay and it is Vergil's fault. Everything Dante has suffered is his fault. Vergil had never wanted to truly hurt him—only for him to become strong enough to be able to take care of himself had he failed. Not only had he failed but he had left his baby brother in a state that had nearly been his undoing.
He…
Vergil doesn't need to hear any more to piece it all together. He had needed Vergil's blood, his energy, to sustain himself and their child. Their son. There was no true substitute for his blood, only a mixture that paled in comparison. How long had it taken him to even figure it out? How many times had he nearly died? One time was already a time too many but Vergil knows that it was more.
"You should hate me." The words almost come out of their own volition, Vergil's panic twisting into something else. Loathing. For his actions. Towards himself. He has no right to touch Dante. Vergil does not deserve the kindness-
"Stop it!" Pain blossoms through Vergil's left cheek, shocking him out of the downward spiral his thoughts and feelings had taken. Dante has pulled back from him, a tearful and angry scowl marring his face as he stares at Vergil, the hand he had struck him with still held aloft. It drops back down to his lap after a few seconds where he balls it into a fist, his knuckles going white. "You couldn't have known that I was in heat, that I would get pregnant, so just stop it! Yeah, it was fucking awful to go through that and, yeah, I was mad at you for the longest time because it felt like you had used me and abandoned me but I can't hate you for any of it. I need you, goddamnit! I can't keep doing this without you, Verge, I just can't…"
Vergil doesn't want to contemplate what Dante means by that last part—Vergil doesn't want to think that his little brother had given up on living but that is plainly the case. Dante had given up on living and it's-
"Stop that!" Dante commands sharply, as if he can read Vergil's thoughts. For a second it seems as if he might hit Vergil again but instead he closes the gap between them to slot his head under Vergil's chin. "Stop being an idiot and hold me," Dante whispers into his neck as his body quakes.
Vergil slowly wraps his arms around Dante once more and closes his eyes as he lets his chin rest on the top of Dante's head. It takes several minutes for Dante's trembling to cease, during which Vergil absently rubs small circles on his lower back while Vergil tries to contain his thoughts for Dante's sake. The task isn't an easy one, not when Vergil feels like Dante will be better off without him but it isn't about how Vergil feels. This is about Dante and how he feels, and since he has made his feelings clear on the matter Vergil will do everything within his power to abide by his feelings.
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