Disclaimer: Like i will always say, I DO NOT OWN DEVIL MAY CRY NOR DO I OWN ANYTHING FROM FINAL FANTSY!!!!!
Eliza is pronounced Eleeza. This story is a work of fiction, just like the games, people. That means that this is just a story, and is not real. So don't get mad, flamers. Characters that are mine: Eliza, Jade, Olivia, Raphael, Simon, Noah, Jasemine, Allen, Marcus, Missy and Eric.
Prologue
Dante stared at the wall in front of him. Nothing in life had meaning anymore since Eliza died. He was trying too hard. To have everything. In the end now, he had nothing. At least, that's what it felt like. He should've stayed where he was. But of course, Dante's sin had to be a selfish greed. He was a devil after all. He'd done something stupid, but when you're desperate you do the only thing you can do.
Vergil stood off to the side, silently. He was the only one that understood what Dante was going through. He'd seen it happen both times. With the powers granted them both, through their father's blood the twins opened a portal to go back in time.
Dante's wife, Eliza had died protecting his children. She was such a fighter. She was so powerful. He had no idea how someone so powerful could die so suddenly. He would never be able to match up to her skill, her power. He loved her so much. But because of his stupidity, he would never have the life, the kids, and the home he once had. Because Eliza was dead and so were the children he neglected to have. Jade, Olivia, Raphael, Simon, and Noah.
He stared at Eliza one last time as the lid was being placed on the coffin. She looked peaceful, and like she was only sleeping surrounded by flowers in her coffin. But Dante knew that wasn't true. She wasn't sleeping, and she wasn't going to ever wake up again. He raised his head at Eliza's family from across the way. Her father, Eric, didn't even cry. Dante knew, though, that he was even more torn up than he was. She was his little girl. His first born.
Jasmine, her little sister, was crying, but trying her best not to let it show. She was failing miserably at it. Allan, her younger brother, was like his father. He didn't cry, but he wanted to. Instead, he looked angry. Marcus, her other younger brother, looked like he was about to cry.
Everyone at her funeral cared for her, or was grateful to her. Dante felt something wet trail down his face. He put a hand to his cheek only to come away with a tear streaked hand. Thought devils never cried. Dante thought. He was starting to feel light headed, but didn't want to go. If he left then it would make her death more real. He didn't want to do that.
Sparda stood behind Dante. He couldn't imagine what kind of pain, Dante was going through. He knew he didn't want to go through it though. Dante seemed smaller. His shoulder's sagged, his head was bent, and he looked exhausted.
"Dante," Sparda whispered. "Perhaps, it's better if we leave now. Mostly, everyone's gone back to their homes." Sparda said, trying to bring Dante out of his revere.
"Father, let's leave him alone for a little while." Vergil suggested, tugging on Sparda's sleeve. He didn't want to leave Dante out here by himself. He just didn't feel comfortable with it.
"C'mon. He needs time to himself." Eve said, tugging on Sparda's other sleeve.
The three waited at the car while Dante took his time.
The sky was getting dark, but Dante still stayed. Nothing would pry him from his spot. He figured that if he turned his back on her tomb, then it would be like turning his back on their history. Everything he'd done to get her back from the dead. Every little detail. But he must've forgotten that death waits for no one, because that bastard apparently gave no warning for Eliza's passing.
He'd seen her once vibrant ebony skin turn ashen. He'd seen people die before. Hell, he even killed a few himself, but when she died it was like a piece of him had been ripped apart. Now, only he and Virgil remained.
Hours had gone by with Dante standing at Eliza's grave. "So, who killed her?" A deep male voice sounded behind Dante. He only half turned to see Eliza's father, Eric, standing behind him. He didn't even look like he was crying, like he was indifferent about the fact that his daughter was dead.
"You know don't you? Weren't you there?" Eric asked, knowing that Dante might not tell him all because of the fact that he was wallowing in his grief.
To his surprise he did tell him though. "It was Lady. That bitch killed her." Dante said, vehemently.
It was all her fault. His grief faded away at the memory of that smug bitch. He should've killed her when he had the chance. But now, nothing would stop him. Lady was human, but at the sake of her sanity she turned herself into something that was most defiantly not human.
"Lady? Isn't she a hunter?" Eric asked, confused. He'd heard of a female hunter with bi-colored eyes that went by the name of Lady.
"She was. She did something to herself. So, of course, Eliza and I weren't prepared." Dante said.
He closed his eyes to steel his nerves. He felt like exploding. All he wanted to do was hunt her down, and kill her. He knew, though, that his father or brother would just drag him back home. "I should probably get going now. Virgil and my parents are waiting for me." Dante said, turning to go.
Eric nodded. Even though Dante had lost Eliza, he still had his brother and his parents. But for a half devil whose life span was basically eternity, forever was a long time. And even if he got revenge, it wouldn't bring her back.
Dante and Eric walked out of the cemetery together, not bothering with useless words. They both lost her. They would both be grieving for a long time. As the gates came into view, Eric suddenly stopped.
"I know you loved her, Dante. I know that nothing I say can stop you from going after a fellow hunter. Hell, I even feel that she deserves to die, but whatever she's become it won't bring her back. So, don't waste your time with revenge." Eric said, staring at the back of Dante's head.
Dante slowly turned around. "Nothing can stop me. I will kill Lady. I will kill her and nothing will stop me. Nothing can stop me." Dante said, with as much determination he could muster.
"Don't let it turn in one." Eric said, walking ahead again.
Unlike some people who wouldn't know what he was talking about, Dante wasn't one of those people. He knew exactly what Eric was talking about. 'Don't let it turn in one.' "It won't. I promise." Dante whispered to the wind, walking down the winding path of the last steps from the cemetery.
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