"Can you hear it?"
I met a man, a man who, until that day, I had never met before. At least…not that I can remember.
Looking back on it, I think…I think I met my dad. Or not. I don't know. Maybe that's just wishful thinking on my part, but it felt like I knew him, that he wasn't just some Mufasa-esque hallucination on my part.
It was after I had stumbled upon Agnus' research facility, and the son of a bitch nearly killed me. I was dying, and Agnus' Angelos were about to finish me off. I remember beginning to black out from the blood loss, drifting in and out of consciousness, when I saw him.
You know those… Ah, what do they call them? Out of body experiences. I was having one of those. I saw myself, pinned against the wall, bleeding, and unconscious, but I wasn't alone.
I... It pisses me off that I can't really remember what he looked like, out of everything, that's the one thing about that whole experience that I can't recall. I do remember, however, that he had this cold look about him, but there was something else there when we spoke, a hint of gentleness, kindness even. He asked me:
"Can you hear it? The cry of a soul. What is your soul saying, boy?"
I answered him, throwing his own question back at him:
"What is your soul saying?"
The man smiled almost wistfully at me then, and replied:
"Power…I want more power."
I had heard those words before. The day that those demons from the Mitis Forest showed up and attacked Fortuna, the day my right arm changed, I heard them:
"Power. Give me more power!"
"I'll take that too." I said, and the man's smile grew, almost as if he were amused by answer, and before I could ask him if he was the one whose voice I had heard, I awoke, to power, and to what Dante calls my "Devil Trigger", the "representation of my soul".
I have so many questions and literally no one that can answer any of them aside from Dante, and I guess I'm grateful to him in that respect, but I know there are things he's not telling me. To be fair, it's not like I've done a whole lot asking, but whenever I bring up Vergil, Dante's brother and the guy that wielded the Yamato before Dante gave it to me, he gets…avoidant.
It pisses me off because there's a chance that I could be related to that old goat, that I could have some living blood relative out there who knows who my parents are, and who could tell me about them, but he won't. He won't say a goddamn thing, and I want to know why.
I have a right to know.