In his memory, fast flashes of light danced around, memories of a mirror, staring back into his eyes, with dark penetrating cold ice blue eyes drilling into his soul.
Images of the mirror on the swing in the playground, a young spirit, full of energy yet still burned with power, the memories burned in his head and he could remember the young boy, sliding down the slide…landing at the bottom and pulling a quick smile that made him feel happy, a simple feeling of happiness. Simple happiness...
Dante had never felt such a quick feeling of happiness, even when he was having fun, still he never felt happiness as pure as the smile that his mirror images shot at him.
As he slept the memories replayed over and over again.
"Hey Dante, try this." The voice echoed.
"Hey, move over! I wanna go on the slide!" he replied.
"After me, why can't you wait a minute?"
"You know me Verge, I don't wait for anything, or anyone..." He said as he jumped in front of Vergil on the top of the slide and turned his head over with a cheesy smile.
"…See you at the bottom!"
Dante started to slide down the rail but all of a sudden, a horde of demons appeared at the bottom of the slide right where Dante was headed.
"DANTE!" Vergil called out and Dante realized what was gonna happen.
Instinctively he blocked his head with his arms and prayed to avoid the demons swinging scythes.
As soon as he was about two inches away from a scythe, a massive heat wave flew across his skin and he slowly opened an eye to see Vergil standing over him, shielding him from the blade.
"Vergil." Dante wept.
He looked up to Vergil's face that clouded over his own, Vergil's cold blue eyes, were frozen in pain, the heat from his body poured onto Dante and he knew that Vergil had been cut.
He kneeled up and grabbed a hold of Vergil as he fell onto his younger brother.
It was then when Dante's face lit up with horror, the scythe had completely torn apart Vergil's back, and his shiny blue jacket was turned black by the blood.
"No…No. NO!!" Dante yelled as he held Vergil even closer to him as he felt Vergil's heat fade away, the life was draining out of him, almost as instant as the blade cut into his skin.
The demons in the background didn't seem to care that Dante was loosing his brother, even as Dante's hands were covered with Vergil's blood, even as Dante cried, cried actual tears.
"What is this warmth flowing down my cheek?" Dante whispered as he reached up to touch his cheek, he didn't care if Vergil's blood was smothered on his face; he touched the tear that had flown down to his chin.
"I'm crying?"
He suddenly felt Vergil's body tingle, and he shuddered.
"Vergil!" Dante cried out.
Vergil's eyes moved to eye Dante, whose moist eyes were staring into his.
"Dante…"Vergil weakly said.
"No, please don't die!" Dante pleaded as he gripped Vergil more tightly.