Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or anything that pertains to them. I wish I owned Dante though. He is so cool! I only own the character Gabriel and Amara, but she will not show up much in this fic. So do not sue me because I got nothing of value, except for my PS2 and my Devil May Cry game. ^_^

Chapter 1- A Heart Breaking Decision

            Dante Sparda got dressed in his usual attire. Clad in red pants, a red vest over a black long sleeve shirt. He walked down the stairs to his workplace Devil Never Cry. He walked over to the coat rack near the entrance and picked up his long crimson red coat. A silver necklace with a red jewel, in the middle of an amulet, also hung there. He picked it up, put it around his neck and tucked it in to his shirt, hiding it from view. He walked over to the desk, opened the top drawer and picked up his keys.

            He glanced up at the desktop and a silver sterling frame caught his eye. The photo in the frame depicted a young happy couple clearly in love. One of the figures was Dante. His silverish white hair clung close to his face, slightly obscuring his light blue eyes. His lips were spread out in a joyous smile. His eyes radiated that happiness. He held the female in the picture, close to him. She sat in between his legs. She had jet-black hair with light blue eyes. She was also smiling in the photo.

            Dante regarded the photo, sadness in his eyes. He quickly turned away from it. The pain was still fresh in his mind and heart. His mind drifted into his thoughts and a thread of joyous memories passed through his mind eye, but before he could get to engrossed. The sound of a baby crying came from upstairs, pulling him away from his memories.

            He gently placed the picture back on the desktop and headed up the stairs. He walked into his bedroom and there beside his bed was a baby crib. Inside the crib was a fussy baby boy. Dante picked up the baby and held him in his arms. The baby was around seven months old. He had black strands of hair, but in every other strand, his hair was white, silver looking. It reminded Dante of his own hair color. The baby had light blue eyes like his parents.

            "Shush, Gabriel, I'm right here." Dante comforted his son, cradling him in his arms. Instantly Gabriel stopped crying and looked at his father. Dante pulled down the blanket around the baby's face. Gabriel reached out and grabbed his father's finger, cooing happily. Gabriel's grip was strong and Dante smiled with pride. "You're already so strong son." Dante told him. "But it's still not safe." Gabriel regarded his father with curiosity, at Dante's sad expression.

            Dante looked into his son's eyes and tried to explain. "It's not safe being here with me anymore. I hope you can forgive me for this, but it's for your own safety." Dante got a baby carrier and strapped his son to his chest. He headed back downstairs and picked up the frame again. He kissed the woman in the picture. "I love you Amara. Forever." He told the picture and he set it back down. Then he walked out of Devil Never Cry, locking the door behind him.

            He walked over to his motorcycle and revved the engine to life. He drove out of the city. He drove all night until early morning. He drove through many cities and towns. He drove up to an orphanage. It was still dark outside, so no one would see him leave Gabriel at the doorstep. He glanced down at his son in his arms and Gabriel, fully awake, cooed happily at his father. Gabriel reached his small hand out to his father.

            Dante had always been a strong man but this was too much, he's heart felt like it was breaking. Before he could control himself, an anguished sob escaped from his lips. A solitary tear fell from his eye and cascaded down his cheek. He stifled his tears and cleared his throat. He had to be strong, if he wanted his son to survive. "I love you Gabriel. I am sorry it has to be this way but I could not protect your mother and I do not want to risk losing you. In order to keep you safe you have to be away from me. Just know that I will always love you and that I'll look in on you from time to time if I can." He held his son tightly and kissed him on the forehead.

            Dante placed his son gently on the doorstep of the orphanage. Before he left, he removed his amulet and placed it on his son's chest. He also placed a letter near the amulet with only the words, For Gabriel, on the envelope. With a final glance at his son, with a heavy heart he turned and walked away from his son. He got back on his motorcycle and revved the engine. "Gabriel lets rock." He said, one of his most famous lines. "Good bye Gabriel." He added and then he drove away.

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            Dante took his time heading back to the city and to Devil Never Cry. His mind and his heart weighed heavily with the task he had just completed, but he had to do it, for the safety of his only son. He did not want to abandon his son, but it was his only option. He quickly arrived at Devil Never Cry. He parked his motorcycle and pushing on the doorknob stepped into his office. The lights were off but he could walk through it with his eyes closed. His office was still dirty, since Amara's death he had not bothered to clean it anymore. Nothing had mattered to him, only his son and now he had let his son go.

Dante stopped at the foot of the stairs something did not feel right. Before he could react, he was shoved violently against the wall.

"Ahh," he screamed out in pain and surprise. Someone had him pinned to the wall and this someone was strong.

"Who are you?" Dante asked through clenched teeth. That slam against the wall had been very painful. His back was throbbing with pain. Suddenly the light was turned on, flooding painfully into Dante's eyes. He blinked a few times allowing his eyes to adjust to the light. Now that Dante could see who had him captive, he knew he was in trouble. There were eight Nelo Angelos standing in his office. They all had their blades pointed straight at Dante. This is going to be a problem, thought an unarmed Dante. The Nelo that held him against the wall spoke first.

"This is the one that defeated our Lord Mundus. He is but a bug. I can easily crush him." The other Nelo's laughed.

Dante turned his attention to the Nelo that had just spoken. "I doubt that." He said softly.

The Nelo turned back to look at him. "What did you say bug?" He asked him.

Dante spoke up louder. "Are you hard of hearing? I said 'I doubt that'. By the way the name is Dante Sparda not bug." He said loudly for all of them to hear.

"The bug has guts." Another Nelo commented.

Then another commented. "I wonder what color they are." He advanced toward Dante. He stopped with the blade of his sword inches from Dante's stomach.

Dante glanced around at them. What was he going to do? He was trapped with no escape and all his weapons had been put into storage. To keep them safe from enemy hands. What he would not give to have Alastor, or Sparda with him right now. Just when he was getting ready to attack, them bare handedly. He heard someone shout into the office.

"Stop!" Another Nelo commanded. He had just entered into Devil Never Cry. Dante averted his eyes from the Nelo that was threatening him to the one that had just come in. His heart leaped in his chest and caught in his throat.

Vergil? He thought in shock.

"We were ordered not to hurt him." The Nelo said advancing toward Dante. He stopped right in front of him.

"Stand down!" He ordered the Nelo that was threatening Dante. The Nelo quickly obeyed and lowered his sword to the ground. The other Nelo released Dante and Dante steadied himself on shaky legs. Dante leaned against the wall and regarded the Nelos for their next move. If they were going to take him, he was going to put up a fight.

Yet his curiosity got the better of him and before he could stop himself. The words had escaped from his lips. "Vergil?" Dante asked the Nelo, that was obviously the leader of the pack. The Nelo turned and regarded him with curiosity. He did not answer Dante; instead, he turned away from him.

Dante took a few steps toward him. "Is it you?"

Dante was distracted and did not notice the sword at the Nelo's side was glowing blue. The next thing happened to quickly for Dante to react. The Nelo turned with lightning speed and hit Dante hard in the back of the head with the hilt of the sword. With a sickening thud, Dante was knocked into unconsciousness and collapsed onto the floor in a heap.

The Nelo turned his back to Dante and then he gave one simple order. "Take him!"  With those words, he walked out of Devil Never Cry. A Nelo picked up the unconscious Dante, carrying him in his arms, and they all headed out. They had what they came for, or did they?