Dante

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil may cry, nor do I own the characters, weapons, etc.

Warning: there will be/are some mentions incest and boy love, if you are offended by this, please do not read

This is just a fun little thing I felt like doing to go more in depth with the characters of "To See You". It was written for the people who read and enjoyed TSY, and is just a fun little side project in my moments free There will be three segments, none of them more than one thousand words. Remember, if you have not read TSY, you will not understand what's going on (or maybe you will, who knows?). I love you all, please enjoy.

Trish was made for Dante. She knew this because Mundus had told her so, and her creator would not lie to her. She would cradle the thoughts of the man she had never met close to her, fooling herself into thinking that he would be hers and hers alone.

Mundus lied. He had told her that Dante would be hers forever, but all he wanted to do was destroy him, turning him into a soulless doll like his brother before him. Trish would not allow him to take away her pet, her Dante. She had been made for him, and she would have him, even if it meant betraying her master.

She won. Trish helped destroy Mundus and bound Vergil in a place of eternal damnation and torment. She had her Dante and he had her. She would make sure that he never looked back, never see what she was, never think of anyone else. Vergil was a problem. Trish found that if she didn't keep Dante under constant surveillance, he would start thinking about his missing brother again and start hurting. He had no right to hurt, he had her.

The look on Dante's face when he first caught her with another man gave her brief satisfaction. After all, it was his fault for not giving her the devotion and attention she deserved after all that she had given up for him. Since Dante found himself incapable of giving her what she needed, Trish found no problem with taking it from those who would. Satisfaction had quickly turned to fear when she saw the anger and pain on his face as he ripped her clothes from the drawers, ignoring her terrified explanations as he threw both her and her toy out on the street.

It wasn't fair. Dante wasn't allowed to toss her out like garbage. She couldn't understand why her pitiful pleading hadn't been as effective as it had in the past. Feeling safe enough to let it go for a while, she walked out of his life without incident, claiming that she needed some time apart from him. She was confident that within a few short weeks, he would come and find her, professing his undying love and apologizing for ever acting so foolishly. Trish needed to make certain though, and had traveled back to the older twin's prison, ordering the demons under her control to finish him off. She wasn't too worried; she simply wanted to ensure that there would be no delay in the return of her Dante. After all, she was made for him.

To say she was shocked to find Vergil alive and recovering in her beloved's home would be an understatement. Trish may not have understood human emotions, but from Dante's earlier reactions, she could tell that if he ever found out that she had damaged his brother, he wouldn't hesitate in killing her, no matter how much she explained that they were destined to be. When she called Dante out, she had tried to defame and discredit his brother, which only served to make him angrier. Trish didn't understand. She couldn't understand the emotion behind those eyes whenever her pet talked about his twin.

She had never meant to hurt Dante. It wasn't fair. They looked too much alike. It wasn't her fault, it couldn't be. Still, when she saw the look on her old lover's face, she knew with perfect clarity that he was going to kill her. At that moment, she realized that who she was made for, what she looked like, and to whom that man belonged didn't matter anymore. She wanted to live more than she wanted him.

When she stared into the identical pairs of eyes, she knew she was dead. She saw them raise and align their guns as one and heard the sharp bang as the bullets were released. In the split second before they connected, she was able to see what might have been. A child, a family, human emotions. None of that was possible, had ever been possible with Vergil in the picture and in that instant she realized the emotion that had been behind Dante's eyes. Love. Her final scream died before it left her lips. In the end, she lay broken on the road, undone by the one for whom she was created, the man she thought she loved. One final word pushed its way to the front of her mind before it went blank.

'Dante...'

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Part 1, finished.