well it's time to upload something including the ORIGINAL Dante! this story will TRY TO Include as many of the official characters as possible!
Dante: hey baby, whats shakin?
Moonlight: ah, speak of the devil and he will come...
Dante: you don't mind including some hot action between me and Lady do you? *winks*
Moonlight: i do very much so yes, but i'll see what i can do, in a teen-friendly way;)
Dante alright! Lets- wait a minute...that's no fun.
Moonlight: just shut up and be happy with what you get.
Dante fine...DISCLAIMER;) this bitch don't own anything besides a computer, and Devil may cry games
Moonlight: hey!
Prologue
Lightning flashed across the blackened sky, shredding through the clouds like a blade through flesh. It only added to the furious fright of that night.
The rain crashed down in large amounts, thoroughly soaking the silver hair of the man who so happened to be out at this particular moment. He was searching for something…or more accurately, someone.
His blood red coat flowed around him; though it did little to protect him against the harsh storm, especially when his chest was exposed completely, save for the brown leather band strapped around his mid-section.
He sauntered slowly around, which was unusual, even for him, considering the circumstances.
The letter the man had received earlier was definitely something worrisome, and if he didn't get a move on soon, he might miss his window of opportunity.
"Crap." the man cursed as he went over the letter in his head.
Brother,
When last we spoke, I was falling off the edge into Hell and I'm sure you thought I was a goner. But I believe it is time we meet again…for the last time. Sorry I'm being brief but I fear I won't have much longer.
You'll know where to find me, trust me on that Dante.
V.
He sighed, running a hand through his shimmering hair. It was always like his brother to be so mysterious and aloof about everything.
'You'll know where to find me' my ass. Who does he think I am, freaking Sherlock Holmes? Ridiculous…
Dante continued to wander aimlessly through the streets, passing several familiar buildings as he went. Love Planet, Bobby's cellar…
He would have been nostalgic, except his annoyance over finding his brother took top spot on his list of things to get over and done with.
Despite his anger, he had to admit seeing his brother again was beginning to rill up past emotions he thought he'd lost forever.
He instantly remembered the glove that he still kept atop his filthy, misused desk. He had kept it as a memento from his brother, who had slashed his deadly sword Yamato through it the same instant he'd jumped down into Hell. Dante would sometimes look at it and try to imagine what might have been, if only things had been different…
He scoffed indulgently. Three years and things still haven't changed, eh?
When he finally reached what seemed to be a deserted street, he immediately noticed a massive mansion waiting eerily at the end of the road. Dante smiled, he finally found what he'd been looking for.
They never change…
Using his demonized strength, he quickly raced along the houses, sometimes pushing off buildings or running on rooftops. To the human eye, it was as if witnessing a god bound in human form, though this man was no god…he was a demon.
After his adrenaline died down, he stood directly in front of the creepy mansion, its large mass a dark shape against the stark white full-moon behind it. Just its presence made it seem like it was something other worldly, a perfect dwelling for his presumed dead brother.
Trudging through the muddy pathway that lead to the stone doors of the fortress, Dante braced himself for the worst.
Surprisingly, as he entered the large double doors of the house, no Hell vanguards, Hell prides, or any other abomination from Hell was there to greet him like he thought.
"Huh…looks like big bro forgot to turn on the security measures." he said one of his famous one-liners.
As he made his way deeper into what seemed like an endless space, he found a winding stair case. It tangled itself around a stone pillar that seemed to be supporting the whole fort like a venomous snake, seducing Dante to take a chance on it.
Dante sneered, after four hours of trying to even find the damned place, walking up a million flights of stairs really wasn't on his wish-list.
He shrugged, and once again called upon his demon power to cut the time it would take him to run up the stairs to almost half. Just the sheer amount of exercise Dante did today alone was enough to kill a mere human, luckily Dante wasn't human…not fully anyway.
After a two minute journey up the stairs, Dante was met with yet another headache…the several hallways that had many doors alongside each one.
"I really can't catch a break today huh?"
Getting into the mind of his brother, Dante came up with the conclusion that he obviously had to look for the biggest, most bad-ass looking door.
And sure enough, at the end of the widest hallway, he found just that.
The door really was bad-ass. It was several times larger than the others, and had two gargoyles on either side, facing each other. The boarder seemed to be carved out of obsidian; Dante could still smell the brimstone fresh on it, and it had a large stone dragon adorning the top, eyes a crimson red.
Dante thought for a moment, just on the other side of this door was the one person he used to hate with all his heart, but after the events of three years ago, he realized something.
His fight was not to be with his power-hungry brother, but it was supposed to be with power itself.
That's why he vowed to never try to gain more power than what he already had, for the sake of what part was still human within him. What he saw in his twin's soul was not something human; it was something that became the way it was, due to greed.
"Might controls everything, and without strength you can't protect anything, let alone yourself." his brother's words reverberated in his ears, the voice as clear as the day it happened.
His eyes widened.
What were you trying to protect, Vergil?
He needed to know. Mustering all his strength, he tore through the seemingly immobile doors with ease, the stone cracking on impact with his foot.
He stepped in a moment later, blue orbs scanning the dark room. His only light was of the full moon's rays shining in through the large window directly in front of him.
The master bedroom of this hellish fortress wasn't as extravagant as Dante thought it would be.
Aside from the velvet tapestries that adorned the walls, there wasn't much furniture besides a simple wooden desk that was located to the right of him and a large throne-like chair that was placed directly in front of the window.
It was so eerily quiet, Dante almost turned around and left, thinking no one was in here, if it wasn't for the crackling voice he heard next.
"You showed up…once again." the weak, almost sickly voice was barely audible, but to Dante's ears they were loud and clear. Something was terribly wrong.
"Vergil." Dante stated simply, as he quietly ambled towards the throne.
"To be honest…I thought you actually wouldn't visit me this time." the voice was slightly stronger, but it was hard for Dante to even tell if it was his blue twin.
"Your letter was very interesting, so I had to see for myself what all this was about." he chuckled, continuing his slow pace towards his brother.
"Now that we are on topic, what is all this about?"
Suspecting something, Dante quickly made his way to the chair, prepared to draw his sword, except what he saw next caused him to drop it.
Vergil was slouching deep into the throne; and he was definitely not looking too good. His face was as ghost pale as the moon outside; each time the lightning would flash, it would lighten his face even more, if possible. His skin was paper-thin, threatening to break and reveal his insides at any given moment, or either what was left of his insides. His clothing hung on him, and his famous Victorian long-coat was no longer immaculately clean, but tattered and blotched with dried blood and who knows what else. His pristine hair had fallen out of place, and was matted considerably. It was as if he'd aged thirty years, not three, and Dante noticed the mysterious bundle that he held so closely in his arms.
Vergil noticed his brother's shocked expression at the sight of him; his once powerful brother had been reduced to a disgusting, discarded mess.
"Heh…not the best form to see your twin in…I guess." his cerulean eyes somehow managed to twinkle, though glazed.
"W-what the f-fuck happened to you?" Dante exclaimed loudly, stinging Vergil's sensitive ears.
"I've been through Hell, what do you think?" he began panting, as if speaking was already too much for him.
"Don't play with me Vergil, what seriously happened?"
Vergil closed his eyes tightly, revealing his sleepless eyelids. Dante took this as some harsh events Vergil probably didn't want to remember.
"Fine, forget that I asked, what I really want to know is what do you need me here for?" Dante inquired, trying to get to the bottom of this awful night.
When Vergil looked up again, his face was in great pain, it almost made Dante run to him to try to make that awful expression go away.
"Dante…I'm sorry I…was never there for you." he finally said, his voice breaking at the end.
The red twin's eyes widened, that was completely unexpected for him to hear from his cold-hearted older brother.
"But to be...honest…you're the least of my problems." Vergil gripped the bundle in his arms tighter, causing Dante to eye it suspiciously.
"What do you mean?" Dante was almost frightened to hear the reply.
A small cry emitted from the blue bundle, catching Dante off guard completely.
"You're…an uncle." Vergil forced a smile.
"…"
silence.
Three little words never were so scary to Dante in his life. His hands shook uncontrollably, he felt as if somehow he'd entered an alternate universe where the impossible was truly possible.
Not liking his twin's reaction, Vergil slipped the little blanket off the child's head, revealing a mop of silver hair, so similar to that of the dishevelled man holding him.
"I-impossible!" Dante pointed a finger at the baby before turning away, walking in frantic circles trying to go through a million theories in his befuddled head.
I'm dreaming, I fell asleep on the couch after eating too much pizza and I'm going to wake up tomorrow and everything is going to be fine…
"Listen Dante...please I don't have much time left." the sound of his twin's pleading voice is what snapped him out of his trance.
Dante stopped, breathing hard and eyes frantic.
"You'll have to be the one to take care of him." Vergil tried his best to rock the baby in his arms.
The words slowly sunk in Dante's head.
"What? No, I can't Vergil, doesn't he have a mother o-or something-"
"His mother is dead." the blue twin's raspy voice cut him off quickly.
Dante was speechless, gazing deeply into his brother's intense stare.
"I can no longer…protect him. Please, as a dying wish, take care of him. Raise him as your own son, do not let him know who his real father is, I beg of you." the life was continuing to drain from his face with each word.
Dante sighed, seeing the true desperation in Vergil's eyes caused him to rethink his previous statement.
"Alright."
Vergil placed one last kiss atop his son's forehead, before passing him on to Dante.
Dante gazed at the bundle sleeping soundly in his arms, unaware of the event taking place around him.
he's so small…
"Argh!" Vergil cried out, as he tumbled out of his throne to the stone cold floor.
"Vergil!" Dante gently placed the baby down before going to side of his dying brother.
He immediately grabbed the frail brother's hand, a frightened expression across his face.
"Dante…remember…what…I told…you. He is to never know of…me. I'm sorry…I was never…there…for the both of you."
Silent tears streamed down Dante's cheek, falling to Vergil's cold skin. The lightning and thunder roared loudly through the night sky, the child starting to cry on the floor.
"Vergil…don't go!" Dante sobbed through clenched teeth, his hand caressing Vergil's lips.
"I'm sorry…brother." with his last words, his once bright cerulean orbs began to fade…and then…his life all together.
"VERGIL!" Dante screamed, pounding on the dead twin's chest.
"Don't leave me…again."
The storm died down with Vergil, the rain now trickling softly, as If in mourning.
Dante curled into a ball beside the lifeless Vergil, wiping his hands across his burning cheeks.
A noisy cry coming from the right was what finally motivated him to get up. He crawled across the smooth stone floor, picking up the tiny being in his grasp, cooing the awakened child back to sleep.
"shh, shh, it's okay little guy, I'm here now. Uncle Dante's here." a pair of bright cerulean blue orbs came into view, reminiscent of the once life-filled eyes of the body not two feet away.
"You don't have a name, do you?"
Dante thought for a while, thinking on what could possibly be a good name for his new 'son'.
Looking at the blackness of the dark night outside, and the blackness of the hole he felt form in his heart, he decided on a perfect name.
"I think I'm going to call you Nero."
a/n: 'Nero' in Italian means black FYI Please review!
Dante: what the hell am i going to do with a kid!
