Disclaimer: None of the characters mentioned in this fic are mine.

How ironic that I would be the one burning in hell for the destruction I was dealt, and taught, when my own brother Dante roams free amongst the living. And it was I who tried to protect him when the demons came. It was I who told Dante to run and wait for me.

Now, as I wait for the day he joins me in hell, I remember the last moments I saw him. Never was my memory so lost. It wasn't until I saw the pendent that I understood he wasn't a normal human. We had something in common, but what I didn't know. I had been tortured so badly that my past and hope left me. I no longer cared whether I had family. All that mattered was following orders so that I might live to see another day. I faught hard to keep my beating heart, but it was all for nothing when he returned. Who would have thought that the brother with the weaker demon blood would be the stronger. Strange how things turn out.

Will my brother return to me? Will he try to free me from such misery? Surely it is something I have experienced before. The fear of not knowing whether I was to be next to lose his soul, or some demon that failed in his duty.

So many lost because of my brother. So many dead. Was it all worth it? Was my own demise worth it? Or was I just a pawn like all the others? So many questions. So few chances for answers.

Where will it all go from here? Will I ever hear a voice filled with compassion as it calls my name, "Vergil."

Yes, that was my name once. Before Mundus tortured me and gave me a new name. The name of Dark Angel. Nelo Angelo. Has all my life been in vain? For so many years I lived in fear. Fighting with all my strength so I could live. Never was I defeated. Not until he came.

How is it that my suffering could bring me more suffering? I faught in fear for my life, not for the pleasure of killing my opponent. Yet here I am, in hell.

Enjoy what you have, Dante. You will lose it all when you meet with me again. Your brother whom you murdered with our own father's sword, wielded by your own hands. Has it not brought you shame to think of what you have done? Shame so deep in your heart that not even the deepest, darkest, cave could compare? Or have you forgotten you ever had a brother. The few years we had, lost with a life of safety. A life of happiness, warmth, love. How could it be that I was the one stolen away from the life I should have had? How could it be that you remember how it feels to receive and give love when all I have is hate? How could you wait for so long before you attempted to rescue your brother, your own flesh and blood?

My thoughts wonder about so much, I have almost forgotten what it is like to have a single train of thought. I have forgotten so much since my death, and yet remembered so much. I can remember the day my mother gave me the pendent I wore the night I died. Such love and warmth in her voice. Something I find it hard to have forgotten, but I had. Mundus stole my thoughts as he stole me from my home. How could I forget my mother's cries of pain as the demons tore at her tender flesh? The crash of everything around me as the demons came at me with such speed that I was sure I was to die.

Many nights I had nightmares about the night I was stolen from my home. Many nights I wondered why I had these dreams when I feared nothing, except for Mundus. Except for my final death.

I hear a crash as someone enters my cell in hell. I turn to find a man with the same silver hair as I.

So he has come at last, but not to free me. I see it in his eyes. He has come for something else. I wonder what it is.

"Welcome brother. You have at last arrived. Tell me, have you rid the world of all evil, or are you still trying?" I ask mockingly as I circle him.

I see he has changed. The years have been kind to him, he still has his bold features, his strength.

"You should know why I'm here." He quietly says to me. I smile from the thought of my once weak brother attempting to save the world from damnation.

I stop behind him and whisper, "It's a shame you will be unable to save your precious humans. This is the day I finally take revenge for what you did to me years ago. Prepare yourself, brother. For you die today."

I pray this will end. Either with my second death, or with my escape, it must end now. I have suffered long enough. It is time for my release.