Devil May Cry belongs to Capcom

Devil May Cry belongs to Capcom.

This is from Dante's point of view and he is talking to Vergil.

Note: This takes place after DMC2, but I have not played DMC4 yet (I know, I know. It's horrible. I'm waiting for PS3) Since I don't know what happens in the game, so when you're reading this story, disregard anything in DMC4 that says anything about Vergil. Thank you, I hope that made sense.

DV

I remember the shock of it. Of finding you. It was after a job. I was covered in demon guts and blood. I stank like hell.

Since killing you, Vergil or Nelo Angelo, I should say, I haven't felt much. It's been quiet. I sleep, I eat, I get a call, kill some demons, collect money, eat, sleep. It's a vicious cycle. I'm starting to hate it. Lady got frustrated with me. So did Trish. They said I was too depressed.

"Let the past go!" Trish would say. 'It's hard to when you look like a skanked up version of my mom.' That response shut her up.

Every time I looked in the mirror, I would look carefully at my face. It wasn't cocky anymore, there was no childish enthusiasm I used to have, that playfulness, casual, laid back attitude. Instead, my eyes seemed empty and devoid of any life, my face, my expression, it was detached from everything I've ever known. If I pushed my hair back, I looked exactly like you, Vergil.

I still eat pizza, and I don't read Shakespeare, but my demeanour, my attitude, my voice. It's all yours. And then, on that one day, when I found you, after that job, It all cracked. I don't know how you would have reacted to finding my body, but I didn't care. I ran over to your pale grey body, full of cuts and bruises. Why didn't you heal? They were deep gashes, too deep too bleed anymore. I checked your pulse, your chest, your eyes, anything that would give me a sign of life. You was dead. Dead for days from what I could tell. Your body stank like the pits of hell. Your eyes bulged open and your mouth gaped at the sky. Your clothes and Yamato were scattered about you. As if the demons were mocking you. Me. Us. Laughing at your dead body, as though you could get right up again, put on your clothes, grab Yamato, flip your hair back, sigh, and make your way to my place. I would have expected you to.

Vergil. How long did you suffer? How long were you down there, waiting for me to find you. Yelling my name because you were too weak to break your chains. Did they even have to chain you? When I realized just how dead you were, I cried in anguish. Tears streaming down my face, I had fallen to the floor, cradling your dead naked body, holding it towards my self, trying to heat my half's body back to life. My half. My twin. My brother. How much did you suffer? I thought if I cried long and hard enough into your face, you might come back to me. You didn't. So instead, I held you tighter.

I carried you home, to the empty place I had foolishly thought, as a teenager, we could live together. Killing demons as a team, an indestructible force. But we are destructible. If only I was there. Why did you have to jump? Vergil.

I cry.

Lady was in today. She dropped whatever she was holding. I didn't pay much attention to what it was. I was focused on your protruding eyeballs. Why didn't I close them?

"Is that…?" She had whispered. I answered with more tears, covering my already tear stained face. And now. Now I stand before your final resting place. I would have buried you next to mom, but I don't have the money to go about doing that. You'll rest in the yard. I think you might have liked that.

Dressing you in your former clothes was the hardest thing I've ever done. The clothes I last saw you in. So many memories from such simple fabric, I caressed your cheek. I stalled. Hoping, before I bury you, you might come back. It was a foolish thought, but I yearned for it, your life back. I put your half of the amulet around your neck. It's yours. Your half. I didn't leave a cross to mark your site. Instead, I stuck Yamato above your head. Your strength is there. What drove you? Why did you leave? You've left me with so many questions and no answers. I can only guess, and they'll most likely be wrong guesses at that. The scars on your body can only tell me part of your story. Your suffering, part of your suffering.

Vergil. Whatever happened to you, whatever made you do what you did, I hope you are at peace now. After years of suffering, you have your peace now. Rest perfectly calm, my love, my brother, my twin, me.