Hello everybody, and welcome to the first part of this two-shot. Both parts are based off the same song, and i'll be uploading the next one soon after this one is uploaded.
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry, I just hope that its true owners, Capcom, will actually bring the franchise back from the dead.
ENJOY!
Also, massive spoilers for Devil May Cry 3's ending!
It's only been a few days now, since that giant tower appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the city. A few days since I had seen my brother, the only family member I had left, for the first time in a very long time.
And only a few days since I had no choice, but to abandon him in that damn demon world, just so I could escape it alive...and alone.
I never meant to leave him there, all I could do was reach out and hope that our hand's would connect.
There was nothing I could've done to save him...right?
But save him from what?
The demons? The fall?
...
Himself?
I was sitting in the main room of my shop that was strangely quiet compared to other days before. None of the ladies were in here with me, and not even the jukebox in the corner was playing it's sweet tunes for me. I sighed, as my eyes turned to look over at something on my desk, other than the photo of my mother, plenty of pizza boxes and one or two magazines, as the thought sunk in.
It was a reminder of what I could've done that day.
"Vergil." I muttered the name under my breath, as I reached over with one hand, and picked up one of my old leather gloves. It felt kinda odd against my bare fingers...not wearing something for a while can do that to you sometimes.
I stared at the deep-ish cut that ran across the palm of the material, as if my brother tried to leave a mark on me before he dropped. I let two fingers from my other hand run over the old fabric gently, and slowly, like I was remembering all the emotions that I had gone through when I was strutting through the trials of Temen ni gru that day.
Surprise. Joy. Anger. Acceptance, and finally...regret.
I held back the water at the corners of my eyes, as the last few seconds with my brother passed me by like one of my own bullets, and maybe even as deadly as one. My fingers moved away, my hand clenching around the smooth fabric and creasing it as if it were just a piece of fragile paper.
And at that moment, a single question moved to the front of my mind, and I couldn't keep the tears from dropping like rain drops down my cheek, and my hands turning into rock hard fists from a mix of anger of sadness.
'Why can't I let you go?'
Waaahhhh! Why do I do these things! :(
'Ahem' Sorry about that, reader.
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