Heyy guys, so this is a new story that i've been wanting to write because I love the new dmc and I wanted to explore what happens nextt so here is the first chapter :D I've not been able to write for agess, I do have another fic on the go with Rise of the guardians which I will definitely be updating soooon so anyone who's been reading that don't worry I haven't given up, I just have not had the time to focus on it until recently. Anyways, hope you enjoy this, pleasee review, its great motivation and inspiration to carry it on :D thank youu and enjoy! I dont own DMC or any of its characters, just my own :)

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'Dante...we should go...'

'Vergil...'

'It's over...we have to get out of here...'

'Dante?! What's wrong...?'

'Nothing...'

'You're hiding something from me...'

'You don't have to keep helping me...'

'I'm going to anyway...'

'I know everything's different now...'

'We'll get through it...'

'Do you miss him...?'

'Sometimes...he did save me...you...?'

'Sometimes...he's my brother...'

'I may have loved you too brother...'

'...now you're my enemy...'

'...where do we go from here...?'

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Dante

I snap my eyes open to blinding sunlight and immediately roll away, the ghosts of my most recent dream still fading from my mind. I sit up and run my hands through my hair in frustration before throwing off the thin blanket I've been using for a cover at night. There's no point in trying to get back to sleep now, the lumpy sofa that serves as my temporary bed has left me sore and I've no desire to return to it until I'm tired enough to ignore the discomfort. Instead I dress quietly and cross to the window to close the offending curtain but I pause when I get there, pulling the curtain a little further open so I can look outside. I don't really see anything though because I'm not really concentrating on reality right now, I'm still thinking about the dreams that have been haunting me since the day Vergil and I became enemies and turned our backs on each other. It's been a month now since it happened but it still feels fresh, as though it was only yesterday. Not that things have been quiet since, far from it.

My memory wanders back to that day, to the slight pain I thought I saw in Vergil's eyes when he disappeared, his hopes and dreams destroyed by his own brother. To the distress in Kat's eyes at having been betrayed by the man that saved her from her nightmares. In that moment I barely thought of myself, of the way I was feeling. I cared only that the two now most important people in the world to me were hurting and that hurt me, a feeling that's still there now. It's foreign to me, something I never intended to feel because I didn't care but now two people have broken through my defences, the shields, the walls that I've kept around myself for as long as I can remember, and brought with them the emotions I've been avoiding for so long.

I shake these thoughts from my head and turn from the window, glancing over at the double bed in the middle of the room. Kat's curled up in the sheets still sleeping, facing away from the window. Over the past month she and I have gotten a lot closer as friends but that's as far as it's gone. I know a part of me wants more but I don't tend to listen to it. I would be putting her in a hell of a lot more danger than she's already in if she and I got together. Plus I know she's still getting over Vergil and there are times when I can't help but wonder if there had ever been more than just friendship between them. Last night certainly gave me that impression.

I lean against the window, feeling the cool panes of glass against my shoulder blades, flexing my sore back muscles just as Kat starts to stir. She turns to face me and opens bleary eyes to look at me.

'Hey' I smile.

'Hey' she says with a tentative smile back, 'you haven't been standing there...watching me have you?'

''Is that wrong?' I tease. She glares at me.

'Relax, no I haven't been staring at you,' I reassure her, amused.

She sits up and brushes stray hair out of her eyes, massages her temples, avoiding eye contact with me. I know why.

'Listen Kat, about last night...' I begin tentatively.'

'Please,' Kat interrupts, 'I don't want things to be weird between us. You asked me for the truth and I gave it you.'

'I know and I'm grateful. I know Vergil's a sensitive topic, for both of us, but he's one we can't ignore. You told me last night that you and he were...close. I'm not going to press you for anymore than that but we need to talk about how that's kind of useful to us.'

'You want to know if he has any weaknesses,' Kat notes, 'anything that can be used against him.'

I nod. She's quiet for a moment, clearly reluctant.

'Come on Kat, we're fighting for the same thing here. I know it sucks but he's officially one of our enemies now.'

'I just don't want to help you kill him,' she says finally. I'm stunned for a moment.

'What?'

'You heard me.'

I move over to sit on the edge of the bed, turn her to look at me by gently pulling her chin.

'If I can help it, I don't intend to kill him. I'm still hoping he'll see reason. I can't promise anything but I'm not asking you to help me kill him, I'm asking you to help me find a way to get him to listen to us and come back to our side.'

'Vergil's stubborn,' Kat mutters.

'I know. Believe me, he's my brother.'

As kids I hardly ever committed to anything. I was full of energy and the only things I was interested in was learning combat from my dad and making my mother proud. Vergil on the other hand was the quieter, smarter twin. In our own way we're both clever, but Vergil is, was always the more cunning. And usually when he had an idea or set his sights on something he wanted, he didn't stop until he got it. Clearly that trait is still within him today. I on the other hand am still easily distracted, just like I was as a kid.

Kat sighs heavily, shaking me from my reverie.

'Honestly, there's not a lot I can tell you. Vergil kept to himself a lot. He focused on helping me and then we focused on Mundus. But if I think of anything, I'll tell you.'

'Promise?' I ask arching an eyebrow because I know what she'll say.

'I can't promise anything,' she says.

While she's showering in the pathetic excuse for a bathroom, I check my weapons, polishing Ebony and Ivory and wonder whether it may be time to find somewhere better to stay. We've been in a motel since the defeat of Mundus. When we first arrived it was clear that the motel rarely saw visitors and that the two people running the entire place clearly didn't care. Our tiny room was a state when we arrived. Kat and I agreed to take turns with the bed but since she's barely slept I've taken the sofa more regularly. Mere hours after we arrived however the motel was suddenly full of people, people who had lost their homes in the surge of Mundus's malice. Rooms still don't get seen to now because the owners are too busy trying to deal with all their guests.

Over the past month Kat and I have debated about where we could go. The Order headquarters where Kat lived are out because they aren't there anymore and my trailer is out because wherever it is, it's no doubt in bits thanks to the hunter.

Kat dared to suggest Paradise, my own family home at one point. I thought about it and then decided against it. Chances are the demons may still be looking for me and there is as good as any place for them to start searching. If I'm honest, that isn't my main reason. Paradise is where my family was and I'm not sure I'm ready to face it again. Not yet anyway. It's not because of my mother Eva, or my father Sparda. It's because of Vergil. Going there would remind me of him. Of the fact that only a little while ago I was reunited with family I didn't even remember I had. Of the fact that I was happy to have my brother back once again. Of the fact that he betrayed me. And Kat.

I've learnt to deal with the loss of my parents. But I'm still learning to deal with the loss of Vergil.

I hear the shower shut off but Kat doesn't emerge right away. I wander back to the window because there's not really much else to do. I miss the sunlight. I've been restricted to going out at night only thanks to Bob Barbos and his stupid lies about me. Despite the fact the remains of the city are now infested with demons, people are still looking out for me, still believe I'm a serious threat. What's left of the swat teams and cops are still trying to track me down because somehow they are now under the impression that I'm responsible for the hell that's broken loose, that I'm controlling it all. I know this from what I've heard around the motel. I've been lucky so far, I've kept my hood up and my head down, only venturing at night in the dark and making sure I return before the light of the day. As I glance at my reflection in the window I note the other reason I'm not as easy to recognise anymore. People are looking for a dark haired figure. That's not me anymore. I run my hand through my silver white hair, something I've been doing a lot lately, which technically makes me more noticeable but less recognisable. To the human world anyway. The demons still know how to find me. When I'm out at night I'm fighting them, trying to stop them.

What I don't understand is that something seems to be driving them once again. For a brief time they were more out of control than ever when we defeated Mundus. They didn't care who they went after. Now they're hunting me down once again. And it definitely can't be a good sign.

I refuse to think it's Vergil. We may have different ideas but I know we're still united in our hatred of the demons and our determination to stop them. At least, I hope we are.

The sounds of Kat moving around in the bathroom shake me from my reverie and I turn from my reflection to cross the room to the table where I've left Ebony and Ivory, intent on finishing preparing them for another night out on the streets.

I've barely made it halfway when suddenly it's happening. Again. Images go rolling through my mind, some blurry, some clear. Ghostly images of a lady in white, a demonic looking man, two small children screaming with terror and anger. The first time I met Kat, the first time I met Vergil, Paradise, where I remembered him as my brother. Distorted images of Kat in Mundus's grasp, crying out for me, for Vergil. I see my attack on Vergil from his eyes, see the demonic, out of control glint in my eyes as I plunge rebellion into him, crying out because I feel the pain too even though it's just an image. Things get weird after that. I'm standing with Kat, her hand in mine but I'm letting it slip until it drops from mine and she looks up at me with hurt in her eyes. She starts to walk away turning back just once more and suddenly her eyes are glowing red, menacing, lines of red light streaking across her face, shining ever brighter until things shift, change once more and I'm standing on a platform overlooking thousands of people who seem to be waiting for me to speak. A hand claps me on the shoulder and I turn to face Vergil, looking at me as if I'm the one guilty of betrayal. I shrug his hand off and back away only to realise we're back in the playground where we fought and went our separate ways. Both Vergil and Kat are watching me, shocked, as I slowly raise rebellion, create a portal and step through, Vergil's pain being the last thing I see before they both disappear...

'Dante! What's happening?! Dante!'

I hear Kats voice as if from a distance. Somewhere along the way I've dropped to my knees and I know she's heard me yelling. I'm completely exhausted and as I feel her hands on my arms, I collapse completely, blacking out as I fall towards her...