HEEEEY! I am not dead. I decided to write some more fanfiction. This one will be more graphic and have lots of heavy romantic qualities. There may be explicit material in later chapters, I don't know yet, but just a heads up. Please don't read if you are not comfortable with suggestive and/or gory material.

Thank you,

Jello

It had been a fateful day. That time, when Vergil was but a child. He could remember even the smallest detail of that horrible day. He was angry with his brother which wasn't uncommon for the twins, but that day it changed everything that could have been.

He had been jealous, angry at Dante for trying to trade for his sword, the Yamato. He knew Dante did it for the kicks of seeing Vergil get angry, since they had both been given a sword of their own that had once belonged to their father, and of course, each sword was still too large for the child it was intended. Regardless of his lack of size in regards to the blade, Vergil dutifully toted his katana at all times and vigilantly kept watch for any sign of their father's return. Of course, he barely even remembered what his father looked like, but that was alright, he was sure he would know the instant he set eyes on him.

"Vergil! Dante!"

The gentle, but firm beckoning of an all too familiar voice called Vergil from his sulking and his attention toward his mother who stood at the doorstep of their home. Pursing his thin lips, Vergil huffed a tuft of his white hair from his face and got to his feet from the rock he rested on. "Coming, Mother!" He reluctantly called back while beginning his slow journey back. It wasn't far, since he was only on the edge of the woods near their home, but it was made even slower by his sluggish movements of mild rebellion. He knew Dante would beat him there and he also knew he didn't want to talk to his bratty little brother.

Of course, his twin was already standing on the front porch, equally annoyed at Vergil and with arms crossed over his little chest in fury. They were only eight years old, but fully capable of pushing each others' buttons like professional manipulators. That much was evidenced by the dirt scuffs and the slight bruises on each other where they fought and wrestled out their anger. And naturally, their mother noticed.

"Now, now. You have been fighting again?" Eva asked the two boys, a small smile crossing her face as she shook her head in disappointment. "You really do need to take care of each other. That's what brothers are for, you know?" She chuckled, smiling as she knelt in front of her two boys to bring them into a hug.

Vergil personally thought his mother was the most perfect being in existence. Faithful, kind and gentle. Unlike Dante, she knew just what to say to make him feel loved, safe and secure. He could feel his anger melting away at the sight of her beautiful smile which caused a slow grin to form on his own face in response. He didn't have to look at his brother to know he was doing the exact same thing sheepishly.

"Aw mom, we were just playing..." Dante stated while twiddling his fingers nervously, afraid he was going to get in trouble but knowing he wouldn't. Eva wasn't angry, because if she was, she'd be far more irate.

"I'm sure you were." Eva's tone belayed she knew exactly what they had been up to, and she didn't mind so long as they made up. "Now, I made some cake for your birthday. Am I going to have to eat it all alone?" She asked playfully while feigning a dramatic expression of panic at the thought and rested a hand on her forehead as though she might faint.

Both boys couldn't restrain a giggle at their mother's dramatization, since they would both GLADLY assist in the consumption of cake. "Beat ya to the kitchen!" Dante eyed Vergil as he challenged him and dashed for the kitchen.

Vergil, however, was determined to be the perfect little gentleman. He dusted off his sleeves, straightened his back and stepped beside his mother, offering up his arm for her to take. "I'll take you there." He offered in the most prim and proper voice that came to mind. He must set the superior example as the older brother after all, even if it means escorting a full grown woman with his diminutive child's body.

Warm laughter washed over Vergil, stoking his pride as his mother beamed and wound her arm through his, although this meant she was having to bend her knees to be on his level. "I would be honored, my little gentleman." She praised her elder son in a gleeful tone as he escorted her directly to the kitchen where they both spotted that Dante had already found the icing she used in preparation.

Besides Dante's now icing streaked face, Vergil's eyes widened at the sight of a three layer cake with blue and red designs. Both of the boys had their favorite color and Eva had captured both onto the delicious looking, slightly lopsided cake. Neither boy cared if it wasn't perfect, they both just couldn't wait to stuff their faces with it. As evidenced by Dante licking the icing spoon the way he was.

With a smile, Eva released Vergil's arm and moved to light the two candles protruding from the cake. One for each boy. Both boys grinned as they exchanged glances and then looked at their mother. They seemed to have the same thought as they ambushed her in a dual hug, throwing their arms around her and grinning up happily at the woman who bore them.

"Thank you, Mother!" "Thanks Mom!"

Their voices had intermingled before they bother turned their attention to the amber light of the candle. The boys simultaneously gave a large huff of wind at the candles to snuff out the light into a simple wisp of gray smoke. Eva couldn't contain her smile as she dutifully reminded them.

"Remember to make a wish!" She watched as they both squeezed their eyes shut and scrunched up their faces to concentrate on that all important wish that came to mind. Vergil could only think of one thing that he wanted. To see his mother smile like this every single day. Yes, that was the perfect wish.

Finally after a long moment, they both opened their eyes to see that Eva had pulled from somewhere, a small box for each of them. The blue one for Vergil and the red for Dante. "I have these for you. They are very, very special. I want you to take very good care of them. They're all I have left from your dad, and I want you to have them." Eva's tone had taken on a serious, but affectionate tone as each boy began to open up their present.

Upon opening them, each lad found a red gem set in an amulet with the name of the respective child inscribed on the back of it. Vergil held his with wide eyes and slowly put the chain over his head to rest on his neck. It was slightly heavy, but he could only feel a slight sense of eagerness at the sensation. He was trusted with yet another important relic from his father, the hero Sparda. His eyes were shining with excitement as a small, honored smile crossed his face.

Dante however, was staring down at his with a frown. "Why should we get more junk from that guy?" He asked of his mother with his white brows furrowed darkly in slight anger. Eva seemed shocked by his hostility and gasped softly.

"Dante..." She started softly, but Vergil abruptly interrupted.

"What do you mean by that, exactly?! Father left to save us all, he's a hero! Anything he leaves for us is a gift that should be treasured! Besides, mother made the setting, can't you tell?" Vergil growled in anger, his fists trembling as he tried to stay still.

"He left us behind, but if he was really a powerful hero, he'd be here to protect us and Mom! But he's not, so he sucks!" Dante shouted back, equally hostile before he stuck his tongue out at his brother. Eva hardly had a chance to say a word before Vergil retaliated once again.

"You're stupid if you think he'd leave us and Mother behind without the power to come home eventually! He trusted us to take care of her! Stupid!" Vergil shouted out in a passion, stamping his foot before he turned and ran out the front, back to the forest where he always dealt with his anger.

"Yeah?! Well you're more stupid!" Dante roared after him before he in turn charged for his room to go and sulk as well. Both boys had rushed to their respective safe places, leaving Eva bewildered and concerned for her boys. Oh my, they really are always fighting.

She sighed and moved to clean up the mess in the kitchen that was left behind by Dante's snitching little fingers. She was gathering up the dishes when she took note to the scent of something burning. She quickly checked the oven to ensure that there wasn't anything burning that she may have left inside. A quick look confirmed that was not the source. But as she was trying to see if perhaps she left a candle burning, movement outside the kitchen window caught her eye.

There, outside on the lawn was a beast, a terrible beast. It looked like a demon of some kind, doubtless drawn to the smell of Sparda's kin. Eva's eyes widened in horror and concern for her children. Whatever had happened to her protective barrier, it was most certainly down.

Panic filled her mind as she gathered her dress and dashed up the stairs where she knew Dante was. She can't call out to Vergil without alerting that beast, so she must ensure at least one of her children was safe. As she frantically ran up the stairs, a shockwave ripped through the house, followed by an intense wave of heat and flame. The entire building shook right down to it's foundation as flames lit up on the exposed wooded parts of the structure. She could hear the roaring of the inferno that was forming and quickly made it to Dante's room where the boy was rising up from the floor he had been knocked down to. He still had red icing smears across his face as he looked up in a panic.

"Mom? Mom, what is happening?!" He asked, his voice full of trepidation as the woman came up to him and grabbed his hand to pull him to his feet.

"Come here!" She spoke breathlessly while halfway dragging him to his closet and looking over her shoulder as she pushed him into it. She knew this could only mean one thing. They had been found, and she must protect them somehow.

Before her son could protest or ask any questions, she began to speak. "You need to hide, Dante. No matter what happens, you mustn't leave!" She exclaimed while hearing movement, and it sounded as though something may be breaking into the downstairs of the house. She's out of time! "I need to find Vergil, I promise I'll be back." She spoke in a frantic tone that left her son mute in shock. He had never seen such a look on his mother's face before. She looks absolutely terrified.

Eva had grabbed Dante's face, gently caressing his cheeks as she tried to reassure the child, but also knew this may very well be her last moment with him. "I know this is hard. You must listen to me. Be a big boy... a man, huh?" She tried to smile at him as if this was some kind of game. But as she did, she concentrated a small spell over him. One to hide him from the demons and protect him from the flame and smoke. At least for a little while.

"And if I do not return, you must run. By yourself, alone." She added frantically. "You must change your name, forget your past and start a new life as someone else. A new beginning." She tried to smile as she looked at him and shut the doors, sealing them with another magic spell as she saw Dante's shocked and frightened face. She knew this was too much for an eight year old, but... but she had no choice. turned and left him there, running for the stairs to head outside to where Vergil is.

"Vergil! Where are you, Vergil?!" She cried as she ran to find the boy, knowing she would alert the demon, but also knowing it was necessary. Her boy is in grave danger!

Meanwhile, Vergil had been in the middle of sulking when all of this began. It was the shockwave and the heat burst that threw him from his rock and onto the pine needle covered forest floor. His icy blue eyes widened as he jumped to his feet and bore witness to a four legged beast the size of a bus burning his home and breaking into it. "Mother! Dante!" He screamed in horror as he ran for the house, doing his best to pull Yamato from it's sheath despite the fact the sword was far too big for him right now. He was trembling with fear for his loved ones, but willing to try and protect them.

As he entered the growing inferno of the house, he heard his mother calling out for him amidst the roar of the flames. "Mother! Mother, I'm here!" He screamed, and his eyes widened in relief when he saw her coming down the stairs. Where was that creature from before?! That-?! Vergil had no time to think as the world suddenly seemed to stop turning when his mother looked at him in utter horror. He sensed the danger and turned his head, blue eyes focusing in on the beast that slowly reached for him. His hands wouldn't move fast enough, painfully slow as he began to slash with the Yamato to try and stop it. Instead of his hope to slash the demon and save them, his mother threw herself in front of the reaching demon as his claws pierced her body and she screamed in agony.

Vergil could only watch helplessly as his mother was thrown like a rag doll into the wall, busting the studs and sending her body tumbling into the grassy yard. His eyes widened at the warm and wet sensation of her blood splatter that had sprinkled his face like freckles. Something within him stirred as his slash continued, cutting the demon... too little, too late. As the beast roared in agony and scampered away whimpering, it left it's severed limb on the ruined cakes in the kitchen. Vergil dashed out the hole it had created when it flung his mother outside, and sheathed Yamato somewhat clumsily.

"Mother! Mother... no..." He wailed at the sight of the crimson fluid he could see staining her beautiful dress and the light in her eyes fading. "Mother, please, what do I do?!" He cried, begging for someone, anyone or anything to please help him right now!

Her chest was rising and falling with great effort as she looked to her poor boy who was sobbing out his fear and grief. A small smile crossed her face as she lifted a trembling hand to her little boy's cheek. He had fallen to his knees beside her as she tried to find the strength to say something to her son.

"Be strong... Vergil..." She whispered the three words with great effort before she began to choke on her own blood, coughing up red froth as she drowned from within. She couldn't breathe, and her son could only watch helplessly as his mother convulsed in the pain that comes right before death.

"Mother please don't... Mother...!" Vergil was shedding tears as he cried for her to live, his salty tears blending with the blood on his cheeks and dripping down his cheeks in diluted crimson drops. He could do nothing but hold her hand as she clenched it tightly, suffering in her last moments. He watched as the convulsions finally slowed and then halted, leaving a lifeless corpse where his mother had once been. Shock slowly overrode his grief as he reached out to touch her cheek while the color drained from it slowly.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing, and the shock at what he was seeing made him feel almost numb while his childish fingers gently touched her now still face. He was deaf to the sound of the incoming beast that landed behind him, for all he could hear was the sound of ringing in his ears. But he felt when a great fist took hold of his small body and tore him away from her. With his free hand clutching the Yamato, he screamed in outrage, struggling against a force far too great for him. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her still-warm body that lay so limply on the grass, burning the image into his mind as the winged beast took flight with him in his clutches.

All Vergil could feel was a sense of emptiness, despair and the grave sense that something in the world was horribly wrong and would never be the same way again. He gritted his teeth while screaming in rage as a foreign sense of fury began to burn through his body. A glow emerged from his veins as only hatred came to his thoughts. These... these demons... these beasts... these MURDERERS! They took his mother! They took Dante! They took everything right before his eyes and he was powerless to stop it! Never again! Never again would he lose something precious!

As his anger enveloped his body, the explosion of magical energy burst on the demon, forcing him to let go mid-flight and dropping Vergil miles from his home and from a distance no human should survive a fall from. Vergil didn't even really notice as he hurtled downward, just staring up at the sky to stars that twinkled so beautifully, as if everything was alright. Maybe this... was all a dream. Maybe he'd wake up, and there would be his mother, calling them to breakfast. And he'd fight with Dante, like always. Vergil just clutched Yamato as though his life depended on it before he hit the ground and it all went black from the impact.

Hours, days, weeks, who knew how long it had been before Vergil slowly opened his eyes to the feeling of movement. His eyes widened slowly and focused on a beautiful woman's face. Not his mother, but someone else who seemed to him to be some kind of angel.

"H...Hello?" He spoke softly, looking up weakly at the woman who dressed all in red, with feathered tufts hanging from her sleeves. She had short platinum hair and angular features that were only accentuated by her somewhat intense makeup. Ruby red lips and intense pale eyes... she was like a dream.

The woman was staring down at him, and seemed to have moved him from wherever he had been, since he could smell the faint scent of her perfume on his coat. In his little hand he still clutched the Yamato's sheath with a deathlike grip, while his other was coated in dried blood that cracked at his movement.

"You fell from a far distance. It's a wonder you're still alive." The woman spoke softly, as if she was thinking, and also in an accent. Then she reached out and lifted Vergil's small amulet in hand to look at it in her gloved fingers.

Vergil responded violently by grabbing his amulet with his free hand and staring at her with wide eyes. "Don't touch that!" He shouted, blue eyes wide while he scooted back in fear. It was the last gift given to him by his mother, and it was precious because of that. Wait... his mother... she... Vergil's wide blue eyes seemed even more large and misty with sorrow at the memory.

The tall woman had retracted her hand, and knelt beside him. "I apologize. That must be important to you." The woman smiled gently and reached out to pet the boy's hair. She seemed to be trying to reassure him, and it was working. Vergil was shaking in shock and terror at the rush of memories, but the boy had already risen to his feet.

"Dante...! My little brother! I must find him! Where am I? Please, help me! I must find my brother before he is hurt like my mother!" He begged of the woman, looking up at her entreatingly. He needed help, but he doesn't know where to go or even where he is.

"Very well, I shall help you. But I must leave soon. I won't be able to stay with you." The woman promised her services while offering her hand. But the child refused it, instead walking ahead.

"First I must locate where we are... how far I am from home." He informed her, taking the lead in the direction that seemed most suiting. He looked back at her with a thoughtful frown bending his brow as he spoke.

"Thank you, miss. My name is Vergil, may I ask yours?"

"I'm Jeanne." The woman replied softly while following the child into the darkness of the wood, to who knows where.