AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, so I just got done watching the anime to Devil May Cry. I watched some of the cut scenes from the video games. I'm absolutely in LOVE with this character. However, in the anime I felt Modeus was not given the true screen time he deserved. I was extremely upset when he was just...killed off. He seemed like a much deeper character. So, I decided to change the course of events and bring him back. I don't think this pairing even EXISTS, let alone been written about. Then again, I could be completely wrong.

Oh, and with great respect to anime and what not, I'll probably be taking a lot of liberties with some of the info. I did read up on the character bios and watched at least the first devil may cry game all the way through. I've working through watching the second and third ones as well. So if I get any information wrong, apologies in advance.

Prologue

He slid to the ground in his brother's blood. Staring down at the long, serpentine body. His true demon form slowly losing its bodily warmth. With shaking hands he reached out to touch him.

"Baul? Baul?" Modeus whispered to the still form. Still, nothing happened. He had seen him cut down. He knew his twin brother would never rise again. He felt the blood soaking into his black slacks. Numb to the rain falling down around him.

Only a few feet away stood his brother's slayer. His sword held out in his right hand. Now slack as he watched what played out before him. Modeus saw the thick blood slowly beginning to drip off the blade. Strange, how the blade matched the hair of his brother's slayer. How beautiful it was in the pale light from the street lights. A flash of silver catching his eye in the rain when the other man turned to face him.

"Baul…." Modeus said a third time. As if to call his brother back from the dead. Idly, Modeus thought in a dazed way Baul was older than him by twenty-four minutes. His brother should not have fallen so easily. He had always looked up to him as the stronger of the two. Always imagined Baul would outlast this world. Baul would always-

"Hey."

The voice pulled Modeus out of his reverie. He stared at the man who had killed his brother. No, the half breed. His mentor's son. The one he had actually gone out of his way to protect. Fearing Baul would slay him. He still had respect for Sparda even after so much time had passed. The half breed paused, the corners of his mouth turning down as he approached him. Modeus just stared up at him. Feeling completely helpless. Did Sparda's son mean to slay him too?

"So…" Dante said. Again, he paused. Modeus gazed blankly at him still unsure of what this man expected of him.

"Tell me, is he your reason for living?" Dante asked him. Modeus nodded mutely to Dante. Still unable to voice his concern. He felt he would have let out a wail. Despite his two thousand years of age, he now felt only as if he were no more than a child. Sitting there as his brother's blood was washed away in the rain. On his knees as he waited for….waited for what? Baul was never coming back. Dante had slain him.

Dante nodded, as if Modeus had answered a serious question for him. Silence stretched between them as the devil hunter waited. Minutes ticked by with nothing but the rain to mark it. Modeus swore he could hear the steady drip of water off the edge of Dante's sword. The blade was clean now from the constant rainfall. It was sharp. The half breed could so easily slice his head off.

"Are you going to get revenge?" Dante asked him. Modeus opened his mouth and then closed it. He could feel the tears streaming down his face now.

Before he knew it he was standing up. He held his hand out to summon his sword. Yet it did not come. Modeus felt his chest constrict. He saw Baul in his mind's eye. Speaking to him. Telling him not to be stupid. He was smarter than this. Better than this.

Brother, don't do it! Little brother, no! Don't let it suck you in to! Remember, that's why you gave up the sword? You did it for me!

Modeus took deep breaths, his entire body shaking now. He saw Dante shift. Saw him begin to lift his sword, but the demon lord had already made up his mind. He shook his head at Sparda's son. Confusion. Dante frowned now, tilting his head to the side like a dog. Trying to read him.

"No. I cannot…. no. I made a vow. And what good would it do to throw away my life so needlessly? He and I both knew this was coming. It would be easy to blame you for his death. But I cannot…" Modeus stopped then. He felt guilty, saying this. Dante seemed to be listening to him now. His sword arm went slack again. Letting the tip of his blade scrape against the flagstones.

"I wish I could say you killed him, Dante. But it's the addiction to the sword that did my brother in." Modeus finally said. The words rang hollow even to him. Now he saw Dante's features slacken only a fraction. As his guard began to drop by a few inches.

Modeus turned his back to the half breed. Let him attack if he wanted to. Kneeling down he grabbed his brother's two swords. And then with a large effort lifted his brother's body. It was hard in this smaller form he had, but not impossibe. He slowly began to walk away. His head bent low. Not once looking back as Dante gazed at him.