Falling out of darkness and into light
Chapter 1: Cliffhanger
Two twins stood facing each other like mortal enemies, both were armed. One was clad in red, the other in blue. Each held a necklace with a red stone, the one clad in red held one with a silver chain. He's the younger, more rebellious of the two and likes to mouth off at any given moment, but despite this he has a strong sense of justice. The one in blue held a necklace with a gold chain. He's older and more reserved than his twin, being the older and quieter of the two. Even in the face of great danger, he will show no fear for anything because he has given almost completely given up on human emotions.
Both of them were standing strong, gripping their swords as if they were their lifelines. Neither of the two looked as if they were backing down; they just stood there like they were made of stone; waiting for the right moment.
Finally they charged at each other with sword in hand, for what seemed like an eternity. The water splashed under their feet as they ran and pure determination could be seen in their eyes. They each fought for a cause; one aimed to stop the other from obtaining power and in some ways destroying the human world. The other wanted power, as compensation for his mother's death.
At last, they struck each other across the stomach. Blood flew off their swords after they collided and both waited for the other to fall. After a few seconds, the one in blue fell to his knees; unable to continue and weak from battle.
He picked up his gold necklace and turned to face his twin; he knew that he had been defeated and could not fight any longer "no one can have this Dante" he said, gripping the necklace tightly "It's mine. It belongs to a son of Sparda" Vergil said as he backed away from Dante, nearing the edge of the cliff.
Dante moved closer to his twin, he had to stop him from going to the demonic realm. The red clad didn't completely know why he was suddenly caring for his twin, it was just instinct... Or was it? Dante had began to feel more like a brother towards his twin than he had in years, but why? Vergil didn't deserve to be cared for by his twin and Dante knew this, more than anyone. But for some reason, that didn't matter to him at the moment. The only thing that mattered to him was making sure the only family he had left, lived and didn't meet the same fate his parents had.
Vergil backed up to the cliffs edge; he had pain written all over his face which was made clearer by his slight limp. Dante tried to stop him; he knew what his twin was about to do, but he was prevented by Yamato being pointed at his throat "leave me and go if you don't want to be trapped in the demon world. I'm staying, this place... Was our father's home" he allowed himself to fall off the cliff.
Dante reached out to catch his twin but was cut by the tip of his O-katana. Vergil's expression remained grim and full of pain as he fell. The red clad watched as his brother descended into the black void of the demonic realm, staring at him until he could no longer see his royal blue coat.
Dante looked at his cut hand and then made a fist. He stayed there for a few seconds; looking at the last place he had seen his twin. Dante had made his decision a few minutes ago; he was going to save Vergil. The red clad took a few steps back from the cliffs edge, picked up Force Edge and then dived of the cliff after his brother, into The room of the fallen ones.
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