Angel With The Scabbed Wings

Ch.1 The Beginning of Something New

"The Greatest trick the devil ever played was convincing the world he didn't exist."

It was 3:00pm and the sun was close to setting. A strong breeze swept through the valley ruffling the two boys' hair. Dante and Vergil played in a field catching dragonflies outside their house. The smell of summer and wilting flowers sweeping through Glasgow, Scotland. Sparda was away out of town on a business trip, while Eva sat on the porch reading a novel and watching the boys.

She hadn't been reading for more than twenty minutes before a twinge at the base of her skull put her on high alert. Her whole body stiffened and she slowly put the book she was reading down. Standing up, she made her way over to her son's catching their attention. "Boys…why don't we go inside? It's kind of hot out here, huh? Want something to drink?"

Dante and Vergil looked up, nodding their heads. It was hot outside, the sun beating down on their backs making them sweat. Dante's and Vergil's ivory white skin held a rosy tint as they made their way to the house in the summer heat.

Eva held Dante's hand in her right and Vergil's in her left. They walked in slow measured steps as she tried to assess the danger of the situation. She could feel powerful demons nearby, but she didn't know how many there where. As they got to the back porch, Eva slid the door open and ushered her children inside. Once inside, Eva took their hands again, and led them to a door set at the base of the stairs.

"Boys, do you remember what we talked about? You, your father, and I? About when dangerous monster's come to the house?" Eva asked, taking their hands in hers.

Dante's face creased with confusion, but Vergil just nodded. "Good. Now, I want you to hide inside the big metal door with all the symbols on it, and do exactly what we talked about. Will you do that for me? Will you wait for daddy?" Eva asked, holding their gaze.

Both Dante and Vergil nodded. Eva nodded, and pushed on a panel which opened up a doorway with a set of stairs leading down. She pushed the boys in then followed after them as they walked down the rickety staircase. At the bottom of the staircase was a small wine cellar. At the far wall, was a large vault door with demonic sigils burned into the metal. With effort, Eva opened the heavy door and pushed Dante and Vergil in. Inside the vault, there was food, juice boxes, water, sleeping bags, books, and a phone with only one number inside.

Eva was about to close the vault door when Dante stopped her. "Aren't you supposed to come inside with us, mommy?"

Eva gave him a reassuring smile. "Not this time, baby. I have to go see how many of them are out there. I promise I'll come back." Eva replied, continuing to close the door.

Once she got it closed, she put a seal on the door and it disappeared from view. She headed back up the stairs, and the hidden door slid back into place effectively closing off the entrance hiding it from view.

Eva silently crept through the house, and stopped in front of a painting. Removing the painting from the wall, she revealed a safe and slowly turned the dial until it opened. Inside were her twin pistols and extra magazines of ammo. There were little safes like this one all over the house. Sparda and Eva had both agreed that it would probably be best to hide their weapons when they weren't in use. Especially, after a certain incident when Dante and Vergil decided it would be fun to play with Mommy and Daddy's weapons. After that, Eva and Sparda only ever brought out their weapons when they were teaching them how to defend themselves.

Pocketing the extra ammunition, Eva picked up her guns and started moving about the house. She went through corridor after corridor and room after room, but didn't find a trace of any demons. Perhaps she overreacted. She was so used to Sparda's presence that she had probably just felt a flock of birds fly by. It wouldn't have been the first time. Her hypersensitive nerves could pick up any sign of life within a mile radius. Sparda had said that it was impressive for a human. That must've been it. She probably had just felt some animal moving around outside. However, it didn't explain the amount of power she felt.

Eva turned around to go back to the boys, when she came face to chest with a demon the width of the doorway. She gasped, backpedaling fast. Raising her pistols to aim at the demons chest, Eva was about to fire when the demon raised its clawed hand and slashed at Eva's hands. She screamed in pain, dropping her guns. Holding her wrists, Eva backed away but was soon surrounded by two more demons. Eva fearfully looked at the grandfather clock at the far wall. It was 3:39pm. Sparda wouldn't miss her until he called at 8:00pm. Eva let out a sob as she looked back at her attackers. They wanted to kill her, and her boys. Else they wouldn't have bothered coming here. But they wouldn't get them. They would have to be satisfied with her death instead.

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Inside the vault, it was cool. Air condition was being filtered in via an air vent by the wall. Even the vent itself had sigils burned into it so nothing, but clean air came through it. For five minutes, Dante and Vergil sat in silence next to each other. Breaking the silence, Dante spoke up. "Vergil, shouldn't mommy have gotten back by now?" Dante asked, staring at the door.

Vergil shrugged. "I don't know."

"Well, I think mommy should have gotten back now. I wanna go look for her." Dante continued.

"No, Dante. We can't."

"But why not?!" Dante shouted, looking at Vergil.

"Because we're not supposed to and even if we wanted to we can't leave because this door only opens from the outside." Vergil explained flatly, staring at the door.

Dante frowned, looking down at his hands. "I'm scared, Vergil."

Vergil looked at his little brother sadly. "I know. Me too."

After a few a more minutes, a bloodcurdling scream from above shattered the blissful silence the two brother's shared. Dante looked up sharply toward the ceiling. "Mommy!" Dante shouted, jumping to his feet. He ran to the door and began to bang on it with as much force as his little half-breed body allowed.

Vergil ran to his side, and pulled Dante away from the door. He pushed him on the floor, and tried to restrain him by holding his arms down and using his body to pin Dante to the floor. Dante continued to thrash around however, screaming for Vergil to get off of him.

"Shh! They'll hear you." Vergil whispered his voice small and far away.

For a moment, Dante stopped his flailing as soon as he heard his brothers' voice. He looked into his face and saw tears forming. Dante stopped altogether at the site of his brothers' tears. They were proof that their mother was dead. Vergil never cried, unless it was a sure thing. He never cried unless he had a good reason, too. And right now, it was as good a reason as they were going to get. Dante's small body began to shake with sobs. Vergil let him go, and sat with his back against the wall facing the door. Dante wrapped his arms around his brother, wishing that this day had never happened.

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Three hours passed. Dante and Vergil had to sit through their mothers screaming for an hour before the monsters upstairs moved on. They tore through the house—Vergil thought they must've been looking for them—and they found the hidden door at the base of the stairs. Both Dante and Vergil could hear the crashing of the wine bottles as they hit the floor. Vergil held his breath as he covered Dante's mouth to keep him quite. He hoped that the monsters wouldn't find them, but after a while the monsters must have given up. The brother's couldn't hear the crashing of glass hitting the concrete floor anymore, and the sounds of their footsteps faded away.

After what felt like forever, Vergil finally picked up the phone that sat on its charger. He was fairly certain that the monsters were gone, and he was getting tired. Dante slept beside him, his head on his thigh, and his body curled into a ball. His mouth hung open, and he shivered slightly. Vergil wrapped him in a blanket, and looked at the wireless phone again. He went to the only contact that was inside the phone and dialed.

After three rings, an answer machine picked up. It was a standard message relaying a number at the end. Vergil didn't leave a message as he was told not to. He was also told not to call more than once. As it was dangerous to even call that one time. He set the phone down, and waited.

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This time of year, Spain was swelteringly hot. The oppressive weather only made worse by the five hour conference Sparda was currently stuck in. At the moment, he was a big name in the corporate world only for the fact that it was hard to get an audience with him and even harder to get a contract signed with him.

After his fiasco in New York years ago, Sparda had to change his name from Julian Luna to Oscar Modesto. He moved to Glasgow, Scotland and started a new life with Eva that she was all too happy for. After a couple of years or so, they'd gotten married and had kids. At the moment, Sparda could safely say he was happy with his new life. However, he'd be even happier if he could skip out on the meeting. He couldn't complain much though. The meeting was basically over.

He was getting tired of humans kissing his ass just so they could make money. Normally, he wouldn't have minded but a distinct vibration in his pants kept bugging him. He'd kept his cell phone on vibrate throughout the meeting, and he was sure that Eva knew he was on business. It wasn't even 8 'o clock yet, his usual check in time. As soon as the meeting was over, Sparda stepped outside and checked his phone. He had one missed call. His stomach felt like it took a dive off a spring board on top of a mountain. No one called him from this number. He hoped it was just Eva overreacting.

Walking farther away from the office he stood by Sparda redialed the number. The phone was ringing. Once…twice…three times and then finally someone picked up.

"Daddy!" It was Vergil. He began wailing on the line, he was so happy that his father called back.

Sparda struggled to keep his voice calm, and not panic in public. "Vergil…what happened? Is everything alright?"

"Daddy! The monster's came an' me and Dante went downstairs to the hidden door like you an' Mommy told us too!" Vergil cried his voice almost incoherent.

"Vergil, where's your mother now?" Sparda asked as calmly as he possibly could. Vergil didn't answer, but his sobbing grew more distinct with each passing minute. Sparda fought to keep the rising tide of panic that welled up inside of him. "It's alright. I'm coming. Daddy's coming, alright. I'll be there right now. Just don't make a sound until I get there, got it? Don't make a sound until I open that door." Sparda whispered his heart hammering. Without even thinking, he already started moving to a deserted part of the building.

Vergil nodded, then realized his father couldn't see the action and said, "Yes."

Sparda hung up as he looked around to make sure no cameras or any personal saw him. He opened a portal and stepped through it.

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Not long after, Sparda arrived home. Stepping out of the portal he created, he walked to the front door. It was still locked. Without bothering with his key, he gave the doorknob a sharp twist and broke the lock. The inside looked completely fine. Nothing seemed out of place, but that didn't mean that it wasn't. Sparda could smell the strong scent of blood in the air. He followed the scent until it led him to his study.

The door was ajar with the scent of blood wafting through. Pushing it open farther, Sparda knew that without a doubt, Eva was dead. The study was soaked with Eva's blood and the remains of her body. Her arm along with her wedding band was on his desk, with a message written in her blood.

If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.

Rage, hate, and grief welled up inside Sparda. He had never really allowed himself to think about what would happen if he were to ever let himself get close to someone...if he were to ever get close to Eva. And now he knew. She paid for his brief happiness with her life, and almost their children.

At the thought of Dante and Vergil, Sparda turned. He grabbed the door handle, pulling the door closed as he walked away from the mess. Going to the stair case, Sparda could see the hidden door was ripped open. His heart started beating faster. Please let them be okay… Sparda thought dreadfully.

He took tentative steps down the stairs until he came to the base. As he turned the corner, Sparda could feel his heart literally leap for joy. Though, all his wine was destroyed the vault door remained hidden from site which meant that the boys had to be safe. Sparda walked to the bare wall and laid a bare hand across the cement. He said a few words and the wall became a metal door.

Turning the vault handle, Sparda opened the door. Swinging the door open, Sparda peered inside. Vergil's head snapped up as the door opened and Dante, who was previously asleep and curled up next to his brother, snapped to attention.

"Daddy!" Vergil and Dante shouted in unison. They practically launched themselves at Sparda, clinging to his waist in a near death grip. Sparda knelt down on his knees to embrace his sons. His heart ached to see that they were okay. "Daddy… Mommy's—'' Dante sobbed, but was cut short by Sparda.

"I know…" Sparda replied his voice tight. "We need to leave." Even though the one's that had torn his life to shreds were long gone, Sparda suspected that they would be back. He also knew that they weren't safe there anymore. Holding his sons close, Sparda opened another portal and passed right through it. He figured that this day would come, but even knowing that it would happen couldn't prepare him for the grief that welled up in him.

The portal closed behind them, closing on a chapter of their life only to start anew some place different.

Author's Note:

Yaay! It's finally up!

I told you guys that I would have it up soon. At any rate, the reason this story is going in a different direction from the original storyline is because if not, then I wouldn't have a story to begin with.

The title Angel With The Scabbed Wings is in reference to the Marylin Manson Song. One day I heard it and I couldn't stop listening to it. It also worked out great because their will be Angel's in this story...and before you go off and stop reading because of religious purposes, please give my story a chance. I realized when this story started developing in my head that it might offend some people of different religions, and mainly because most of my reference is from Christianity(I'm not a Christian) but I have to say that this story is going to take on a life of it's own. Also, without giving away to much information about the plot the Angels aren't necessarily good guys...or are they? Hmmm.

You'll have to keep reading to find out!

My inspiration came from the TV show Supernatural and Top Cows comics The Darkness and The Witchblade. If you don't know either, than I strongly suggest checking out the comic books, and the show.

Like always, R&R plz!!!