Prologue
"It is the end of all hope
To lose the child, the faith
To end all the innocence
To be someone like me"
Fire ravaged the once modest house in the early morning hours before dawn; the fire has grown and engulfed her home in a blazing inferno as she lay dead inside. He stood back and watched it burn, the heat kept them both warm and fire's light allowed him to see the sleeping face of his nameless newborn son, bundled up in a black blanket, that he was holding in his arms; the life she died for.
"I hope someday you will be able to let go of all your self-loathing and bitter regrets, then maybe you can finally be happy Vergil." The memories of her soft, caring voice echoed though his mind.
Vergil wanted hunt down the ones that slew her, to unleash his fury upon the monsters that killed the only person that he cared for in years. But he couldn't, not yet. The child is vulnerable and obviously incapable of protecting himself, he must be taken to a place where he can be safe from harm and his parentage a secret. Looking down at his innocent face, Vergil felt some sadness seeing her in their son; his face echoing hers. But Vergil could not show these emotions, because he believes that showing human emotions is just as bad as having them.
Vergil's rage built up wondering about what her last moments were like; was it fear, pain, did she suffer or was it quick? As much as he despised the one who did this, the one Vergil hated more than ever; was himself. Seething with self-hatred, Why didn't I get there sooner? How could I have been so weak! Vergil silently cursed himself continuously over his presumed weakness.
Twice now he has felt the pain of losing someone he loved, twice has he watched them burn inside their home; now he is alone once more. I could have saved you if I wasn't so weak-
"Mira"