"Hey Dante?! Dante, are you in here?" Vergil stood just outside Dante's trailer. Dear god, he thought to himself, his brother was so irresponsible. It had been 5 years since they had taken down Mundus together. Vergil winced thinking of the conflict he and his brother had afterwards. It had always been clear to him that Dante was stronger - that's why he requested Kat find him. He had walked away with his tail between his legs, embraced that he as the older brother was again knocked down by his rambunctious punk of a brother.

Suddenly, Vergil heard a crash inside the trailer.

"That's it. I'm coming inside." Vergil kicked down the doorway. His pinstripe pants were too expensive to dirty up, but this situation called for extreme measures. Vergil hadn't seen Dante in 3 weeks. It was like his brother to fall off the rails like this. He was so hot headed and strong willed at moments, but never thought in the long run and never, ever, thought of his own well being.

Vergil entered the premises and was immediately disgusted with what he saw. There was booze littered all about the place, and the establishment was just a general disaster.

"Dante! Don't you see, why do you bring yourself to this level," Vergil muttered to himself. He turned and proceeded into 'Dante's bedroom' (which a trailer this size, was tantamount to the rest of the trailer). He found Dante, clothed only in boxers, with his face planted in a pizza box.

"Get up you lazy son of bitch." Vergil aggressively moved towards Dante and whacked him in the head with that absurd cane he carried. Dante let out a grunt and rolled over.

"Verge! Damn good to see yah!" Dante shielded his eyes with one of his arms and gave a friendly thumbs up to Vergil.

"Dante. Get up. Let's go." Vergil stooped to pick Dante up. Dante instantly shoved him away.

"Back off, I'm hungover, not incompetent." Dante slowly rose to his feet. Vergil stared. How his brother maintained his impeccable figure completely escaped him. Vergil was regimented. He worked out. He lifted. Vergil signed. It simply was one of life's unfair blessings. Besides, some would call Dante damaged goods. His lifestyle was just…disgusting.

"Alright. Let's get in the car." Dante walked forward and stumbled over a beer can. Vergil immediately jumped to aid his little brother, and caught a falling Dante in his arms. Dante's forehead was pressed into his suede and blue coat. Suddenly, Dante placed his hands on Vergil chest and gave a rough shove.

"Aw come on Vergil. Leave me be. Get your millionaire lifestyle hands off of me. It's not my fault Dad put you in foster care and sent me to a orphanage shit hole with a bunch of demons."

"Dante." Vergil gave Dante one of those looks similar to when he told Dante he'd be making a grave mistake by not learning about his past.

"What?" Dante pouted at him.

"Car. Now." Dante shoved the door out of his way stumbled from his room to the front door. He stepped outside and the shielded his eyes from the sun.

"Damn. It's fucking hot." Vergil stepped outside with him and unlocked the Range Rover Evoke sitting adjacent to the trailer. Dante turned to Vergil.

"Yes. It's hot Dante," Vergil replied.

"Hot like me, huh bro?" Dante elbowed Vergil on the shoulder.

"Ugh. You disgust me, you language is a travesty." Vergil shoved Dante into the passenger seat.

"Hey! Why am I riding bitch in this situation?"

"Well I do have the bigger dick, don't I?" Dante shock him a look. Vergil smiled.

"Let's go find Kat."