Disclaimer: I don't own devil may cry.

He had been so close, so close to the power he had yearned for, for what seemed like the whole of his life. He couldn't remember a time when he had not wanted more. Even as a young child his ambitions had been high, much more mature than anyone else his age. Adults had underestimated him and other children had shunned him when he tried to join in.

He had become more withdrawn, looking on others with contempt, seeking to distance himself further from those that he saw as inferior to him. They were mere humans after all. Demons were far superior to humans. Even half-demons like himself were above the pathetic race of humans.

But he strived to be better. He wanted to become a full demon, his demonic blood no longer tainted by the human blood running through his veins. The same blood he shared with his identical twin.

That was what really annoyed him; the fact that his brother, half demon like himself, would not or could not see that they were superior. He acted like a human to fit in, wanted them to think well of him. In fact, if he didn't know better, he would say that his brother wanted to be a full human. It disgusted him.

The attack on their home only served to reinforce the deep loathing that Dante held for demon-kind. He had outright rejected his demonic heritage when Eva died. He, himself didn't know what to think, what to feel. He thought that perhaps he felt some sorrow, but more contempt than anything else that their human mother was killed by demons. It was yet more proof that humans with their pitiful feelings were a weaker species.

Yet Dante had said that emotions were what made the humans strong. Emotions? Was it not obvious that their human emotions made them weak? He didn't understand why his twin could not see it. Surely he must know, if not consciously then subconsciously, that humans were an inferior race?

But still, Dante had tried to blend in with them, strived to be accepted by beings so obviously inferior. Nothing much had changed as they had grown up. Except now he had joined the demons that Dante fought against. If it wasn't irony then what was it?

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"Yeah? Hello? Devil May Cry here." Dante said picking up the phone. "Password?"

"Mr Dante?" The voice echoed slightly on the other end of the line. Dante frowned. He never gave his name out to just anyone and he couldn't recognise the voice

"It's just Dante." He replied. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Is it really you?" The mysterious voice sounded incredulous.

"Last time I checked, yeah." Dante snapped. "Now, who are you?"

"I'm an agent from a special government branch." The voice paused. "We specialise in demons." Dante looked at the phone. He hadn't known that the government knew about demons. And if they knew his name…. Did they know anything else about him?

"Very few people in the government know about us, you or the demon….ah…. problem." The voice continued. Creepy. Now it was reading his mind.

"What has this got to do with me?" Dante asked leaning back in his chair.

"You're not fooling anyone but yourself Mr Dante. We know about you and your background, what Sparda did for the humans all those years ago. We have certain…" Again the voice hesitated. "…sources."

"It's just Dante." He repeated. "So why are you calling me now?"

"Have you read a newspaper recently, Dante? Watched the news? The president was assassinated a couple of days ago."

"I know." Dante had to stop himself from growling down the phone. "Get to the point."

"The point Mr Dante," The voice replied testily, "Is that we caught the demon responsible. Yes, you heard correctly, a demon killed the president.

"Well if you've caught it then why are you calling me?

"We're calling you because the demon, or half demon to be precise, looks exactly like you. Now how can I be talking to you on the phone and looking at you in a cell?" Dante sat up in his chair. Could it be? He thought that his brother had died after Temen-Ni-Gru. It was two years ago now.

"Vergil." He muttered. All this time he had been alive? Maybe it wasn't him. It could be a shape shifter demon taking his form or even another doppelganger. But that wouldn't explain the 'government agent' had referred to it as a half-demon.

"Where are you? I'm coming over."

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