Hello, everyone. This is a very old fanfiction from when I was in my "Devil May Cry" stage a few months ago. I thought this would be a very good story to make my first one. It is rather short, but I wanted to write something on why Vergil hates guns so much. Sorry for any mistakes, and I hope you guys enjoy.
Luce
No. No, this could not be happening. It was impossible. She did nothing to deserve this. They did nothing to deserve this. It wasn't their fault that Sparda had betrayed his kind.
His hand shook as he raised the gun – Luce. His finger pressed lightly against the trigger "Mother..."
He pulled the trigger.
"Please..."
A loud shoot rang out from the barrel of the gun.
"Don't be dead..."
He pulled the trigger repeatedly, aiming at the demons surrounding his mother. Salty tears slid down his cheeks and onto the floor.
He felt power drain from him as the gun kept firing. Reload,why hadn't he needed to reload?
He dropped the gun suddenly and feel to the floor. Sobs raking through his body. "Mother," he choked out, shaking his head. "Please, I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you. I'm so, so sorry. It was that...that useless thing! That gun! I'll never use one again, Mother."
He lifted his head up, noticing that all the demons were no more than piles of sand. "I...I killed them...but not before they could kill you. Oh God, Mother, I'm sorry."
He forced himself to his feet. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he strode into the living-room and picked up his katana – Yamato – from the coffee table.
He started towards the front of the house and out into the streets. With one last look back, he left.
I couldn't protect you. I wasn't strong enough. I'm sorry.
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