Author's Note: So this is my very first fanfiction, so feedback, comment, questions, critiques etc. are welcomed. I know not everything is cannon, but its mostly small details I've changed so I hope you won't mind too much. It takes place overlapping with the last mission in the DmC reboot, and it's mostly centered around that though if you pay close attention you might find some references to old DMC games and even a couple to the real Dante's Devine Comedy.
Chapter One
Vergil
"I'm sorry brother." Dante whispered. He thought I couldn't hear him I'm sure. Dante was never one to show the weakness sowed into his soul by our mother's heritage.
"Don't be," I thought savagely. "Not yet. That comes later."
I didn't say it out loud. I didn't have the breath, but by the edge Dante steel eyes took he knew. Even armed with that knowledge he still didn't kill me.
Another sliver of white snaked through Dante's hair and a bubble of blood rose on my lips where there should have been a laugh.
"Demon," I managed with a hiss of chocked laughter. I reached for his newly white hair. He didn't draw back even as I smeared red into the pristine ivory lock.
"Maybe," he acquiesce as my arm fell away. "Maybe that's what I am, or what I'll become. But I'll never be like you, Vergil." He stood.
"Go die in private," he said scathingly, though we both knew I wouldn't die. Probably.
"Wait," my lips formed the words but I doubted he heard me.
"What?" his voice was like a whip, but I knew that in answering me he was weak. Weak enough for me to sow the seed for revenge.
I grasped my half of the perfect amulet and held it out. Hesitantly Dante did the same. When they touched a shock ran through both of us forcing us apart. It wasn't time for them to be reunited. Still the touch gave me strength. Dante looked uncomfortable and I knew he had no idea what had happened or what the matching amulets meant.
"Now you don't need Kat." I told him. The melding had given me enough strength to stumble away, but I waited for Dante to go first. No need for him to know more than he does now about their power.
He gave me one last measuring look then walked across the wreckage we had created. He helped Kat to her feet then together they stood in the rift she had drawn until they flickered from sight. Stupid boy, I thought. You don't need the rifts. You never really did, but now you can control it.
Still I grinned. Though she had turned on me, Kat had not yet outlived her usefulness.
I could have followed them into the real world where the dangers for someone wounded like I was were less. Demons were worse than sharks when it came to scenting blood. My power though regenerated faster in limbo, and my wounds would heal quicker.
After a fight like the one with my brother scavengers would be on their way and I knew I had to move.