Hello all of you. This Alitolexlto here. And I've decided to spring this on you guys. This is a small project I've decided to work on for a bit. It's basically the tale of Sparda's life before DmC: Devil May Cry. It will go into detail about Sparda, Eva, Mundus, and a whole lot of other things. It might also have a few things that would make you question whether Sparda was a hero or a real traitor as the demons slander him with.

So I will try to update this as much as I can. It might take a while for each chapter but I'm keeping it strictly 10 chapters only. As such, it will be relatively short.

To view some of the art designs I have for the characters in the story, visit my deviantart link on my FF page where a copy of this story is as well.

All this is to celebrate the DmC: Devil May Cry Definitive Edition coming out in March so I hope to finish this before then.

So then, let us begin the tale of Dante and Vergil's father and all he had seen.


Disclaimer: I own no characters. DmC: Devil May Cry belongs solely to Capcom and Ninja Theory.


Song Inspirations:

Sin City: A Dame to Kill For OST—Dr. Kroenig
Woodkid—Shadows


Prologue: Words from Dead Lips


A thin light was cast over the small room, bring color to the shagged rug and the leather couch to the side. The computer's screen faded to black with nothing but the sound of the hard drive's engine being the white noise to the ghastly quiet hideout. Nothing was left to the imagination of hidden gems or beautiful decorum. Only four walls and a roof of bricks and wooden floors. Just a quiet empty room.

But the quiet was suddenly filled with the busting of the door and the galloping of feet across the creaking wood bellow them. Heavy breathing and exhaustion echoed the brick walls. The three dwellers had just escaped hell for the umpteenth time with little success but alive none the less.

"Sit her on the couch! Sit her on the couch!" Said rapidly the man with white hair, dressed in a black long coat.

The other male quickly helped the only female on to the couch who was riling in pain. She grasped her shoulder tightly; her blood painting the shade of brown on her hoodie a new shade.

The white haired male quickly unzipped her hoodie amidst her tossing and turning and revealed her blooded shoulder with a tunnel buried right into her pale skin.

"Shit! Vergil get a wash cloth!" The other man with black hair and a hooded leather jacket demanded. "Now!"

"R-Right!" The man named Vergil nodded. He went off to go get a wash cloth in the other room.

"Just hang on Kat, okay?-! It's gonna be alright!" The black haired male assured her.

"Augh! D-Dante! I-I can't AAAGH!" The brown haired girl shrieked. The bullet wound was becoming worse the more she twist and turned into the cough.

"Kat! Stop movin' so much and calm down—Vergil! Fucking get out here!"

"I'm here! I'm here!" Vergil called as he quickly ran back to the couch with a white cloth in hand.

Dante snatched it from his hand and pushed down on the wound. She definitely felt that as she screamed to the top of her lungs but couldn't move her body with Dante pushing down on her wound.

"Vergil, hold her down for me!" Dante demanded.

Vergil quickly did so and held her to the couch by her shoulders, while Dante stood over her head as it rustled on the couch arm. "Kat! Kat, here! Bite down on this!"

The black haired man forced a leather belt into her quivering lips. She released her clenched teeth and bit down hard on the belt. If the pain she was experiencing as of now was agonizing now, she could guess the kind of pain in store for her.

"Vergil, got any tweezers?-!"

"Here!" Vergil brought out a small pair of tweezers from an AID kit he had on hand.

Dante quickly grabbed them and held them to Kat's blooded shoulder. "Kat! Kat! Listen to me!"

Kat bit down hard on the leather belt to hold in her shrieks of pain and breathed harshly. It hurt even more but she wanted to at least hear what Dante had to say.

"Kat! I need you to just go to a place in your mind, okay? A happy place or go astral project or somethin'!"

Kat breathed heavy but none the less nodded fiercely as she closed her eyes tight and braced for the big one.

"Here goes!"

Dante slowly inserted the metal tweezers into her wound.

It hit her like a train. A sharp ripping into her flesh made her scream higher than she ever has in her life even with the belt in her teeth. She riled and kicked the couch harshly and her clenched fist slamming into the couch. They all could hear the very fatty flesh grind and bleed but Dante and Vergil continued to do what they needed to in order to save their friend.

Her screaming echoed within the once quiet room…

And after a good ten minutes, all was once again silent.

The morning of those unforgettable moments had set to the afternoon. All had returned to silence once more. On the couch, Kat laid asleep on her back with her arm in a sling and covers over her resting body. A coatless Dante leaned against the wall—arms crossed and brows furrowed towards a coatless Vergil.

Vergil, on the other hand, sat at his laptop to keep an eye on what events are taking place in the city. It seemed that a lot of people lost their lives in a tragic Earthquake that shook the city and caused millions of dollars in property damage.

But Vergil and Dante knew better. They knew the truth.

They knew that it was the work of the demon king Mundus who caused that carnage all across Limbo City. His manipulation over the world and his henchmen of demons are what's causing the city to slowly go to ruble. But no one else would be able to see this due to the thick veil that's casted over Limbo City and all its residents. As such, the remaining will assume it to be an earthquake…but the two brothers knew better.

The only thing drowning out the silence was the sound of Vergil's fingers dancing all over the keyboard.

"Okay…" Vergil said, "I think I was able to obtain some Intel for how bad things are actually becoming on the outside. Apparently Mundus's rage has spread farther then Limbo City—it's hit all over the world. England, Paris, Japan, Africa—everywhere. A sad turn of events for the souls who lost their lives, but a loss we'll have to take to insure that Mundus is—h-hey!"

Vergil's words were hiked from him as he was yanked by his collar and dragged into the other room away from Kat's ears in case she wakes up. Dante pushed Vergil in and closed the door behind him.

"Dante, what're you—?"

Vergil's collar was hiked up with his twin's deathly glare that he'd give a demon was now aimed right at him this time as he was pushed into the wall forcefully.

"You got a lot of fuckin' balls to pull some shit like that!" Dante yelled.

"What're you talking about—?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about!" Dante hissed aggressively. "Not only did you screw up our original plan, but you put Kat in harm's way of all that gunfire!"

"I did what I needed to do to prevent another Mundus taking the thrown!" Vergil insisted, yanking Dante's grasp off of him. "No doubt Mundus would've used Lilith and his child as a weapon against us! I took the initiative! What is your problem with that?-!"

"But you did it in cold blood! That's my problem! We're supposed to be the good guys for fuck sake!" Dante accused. "And now, the city and all its people out there are ten feet under ruble because you had to take the initiative!"

"Listen to me!" Vergil protested with a sigh following and a massage of his temple. "Alright…yes, I will admit that things did become difficult, and I fully accept the blame on that. I'll burn for that, I know…" He looked back up to his twin with a burning drive in his blue eyes. "…But remember what we're doing here, Dante. We're liberating the world. Not just this city. And as such, sacrifices will sometimes be made. Come on now, you didn't expect that we'd be able to save everyone did you?"

Dante had to agree on that. He couldn't save everyone in the world while doing this. Some people would perish in all this destruction no matter what. He just hoped it wasn't a genocide ratio. The last thing he needed in his road to a new life was the blood on his hands that would come with him.

"Alright, fine…I get it."

"Good." Vergil nodded. He could still see the trouble on his brother's face as clear as day though. At that moment, he held his brother's shoulder and looked him in the eye with the utmost confidence. "Don't worry. When all's said and done, you'll finally be able to live a better life then what you've been through. Finally, we can be promised the life our mother and father would want for us. Is that not a goal worth fighting for?"

Dante looked at Vergil's hand and then back at him with the same eyes of unsureness. There was just something about what Vergil was saying that didn't sit right with him. Sacrificing the lives of a city for a goal seemed reversed from sacrificing a goal for lives.

The more he stayed with Vergil, the more distant he felt with him…

"No Vergil…" Dante said, "That may be the life you want…but I know mom and dad wouldn't want human blood on our hands in this better life." Dante then turned on the heel and grabbed his leather coat.

"Where're you going?" Vergil seemed to demand.

"I'm gonna take a nap…"

"Now? At the moment we need to conduct what we're going to do for our next plan of attack-"

Vergil's words were yanked out by the sudden harsh slam of Dante's fist onto the door ciel. "I'm sorry. You assumed I was asking permission. Let me reiterate; I am taking a nap." Dante said bitterly as he opened the door. "…So fuck off until then."

He slammed the door right behind him and headed right for his room. Before he did, he stopped at the foot of the couch Kat laid in. Seeing her asleep without a care in the world took some of the anger out of him. He walked over to the head of the couch and took a knee to meet Kat's face. He could hear her faint breathing from her pale lips and her chest rising and lowering through the covers.

"I'm sorry Kat…I'm sorry…" Dante spoke under his breathe. "I swear…I'll end this once and for all…We'll get through this."

He rose up a bit to plant a light kiss on her forehead and left the room to retreat into his own personal courters. It was small and a bit cramped with a weak light hanging over the brick walls and wooden floor boards. He threw his coat to the side and sat on the edge of his bed. His head was aching and his chest felt like it was burning. He didn't want to have to go off on his own flesh and blood, but Vergil was practically asking for it was far as Dante was concerned. They were supposed to be the protectors of humanity as Nephilim; a hybrid of Angels and Demons. So why would Vergil do something so ruthless to millions of human lives if we're supposed to be saving them?

This couldn't be what their parents wanted…could it?

This couldn't have been the vision that his mother and father could've wanted for the brothers as their last dying wish could it? To risk so many lives just to kill the king of demons? It just didn't feel right to him to have to go through all this and have more human bodies dropping then demon bodies. Dante felt that Sparda wouldn't care too much for the human race but…what of his mother?

Dante glanced down and held his amulet in his hands. He gazed at the red gem tenderly in remembrance of his mother's warm embrace of the past long since forgotten.

"Mom…what do I do now?"

He lowered his head as he tried to wrap his mind around what he was to do. All this seemed like a lot to handle in one day. He really needed some rest.

He finally crawled onto his bed and looked up at the roof, trying to block out of his mind all distractions and just focus on sleeping off his thoughts until he'd wake up again. But they rested there in his head with no end in sight. He just wished there was a way to know what to do next. A cheat code, or a guide to get these worries and feelings of doubt out of his system…

FWAP.

Dante shot up from his bed and looked around his room for the origin of that sound. There seemed to be no one in the room and all seemed quiet. Too quiet to be exact.

Even so nothing seemed to out of…the…

"What?"

Dante's eyes were suddenly pulled into focus towards something smoking on his wooden desk. From where he sat it looked kind of like…a notebook. A smoking notebook?

Dante slowly stood up and hesitantly walked towards his desk towards it. Upon closer inspection, it really was a book. A small notebook of some sorts with a leather cover that seemed to have been charcoaled a bit with smoke radiating off of it as if it were just on fire.

"What…the hell?" Dante uttered.

Slowly he picked the book up and looked at the front and back—no title. He slowly cracked it open to see no name in the inner cover either. This was beginning to worry Dante. Why would a book just fall out of nowhere like this while smoking like it was in a furnace? Even though the cover was burnt up, the pages remained intact.

He looked around to see if anything was gonna pop out for this book but all seemed silent and lonely enough for Dante to further examine this strange book for himself. He was sure Vergil would want to see this as well…but he didn't feel the need nor the patience to have to try and talk to him at that time. What raddled his curiosity was the book's origins and he wanted to see it first and foremost.

The black haired Nephilim sat on his bed and skimmed the thick pages to see writing on most of the pages written in old black ink. Most of it was luckily readable for him to decipher for himself. However one page near the end seemed to have been ripped out of the book. He wondered what it was. And better yet, whose book even was this in the first place?

There was only one way to find out.

He turned the book back to the beginning and began reading through it from the very first page;

"Dear Dante, Dear Vergil

If one of you receives this diary I have written, then that means I did not survive.

I am sorry for what has happened to us. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to protect you both.

I'm sorry that I had to separate you both."

Dante's eyes widened. "Dad…?"

He continued reading.

"Know that your mother fought bravely against Mundus. Just as I will as well.

Know that we both loved you both very much. You two are more than just Nephilim. You are our sons."

Dante stopped. He had to take a moment to take all of this in. Was this really his own father's book? And why would it appear to him now of all times? Why would it find its way to Dante and not Vergil instead? But the one emotion that took over him was the feeling of a sharp pain in his chest. Like he couldn't get rid of this burning sensation in his heart unless he continued reading.

He did what his heart commanded.

"And as our sons, I feel it is time you at least know more about us. We have only ever told you half of our past. But in this book, you will hear it all. You will know where your swords originated, why I joined Mundus, and above all, my true intentions for us. The intentions I never even shared with your mother."

"True intentions…?" Dante pondered. "Dad…what're you sayin'?"

He continued.

"Let me tell you, my sons.

"Let me tell you my story.

Your mother's story.

Mundus's story.

Let me tell you everything."