Fallen

by RoseDincht

Author's Note/Disclaimer - This is another AU fic because I love making them. Actually this was something me and a friend wrote a long time ago just for fun, but then it turned into something more. I decided to make a novelization of it, and I hope you enjoy it. I don't own Devil May Cry or any of the characters from the game. I own this story and my characters. Please read and review!

PROLOGUE

They say that life is like a book. After the end of a long struggle or a great achievement, the next chapter begins. The events that play out after that particular event and the consequences that follow are just another chapter in one's life.

If I ever wrote a book about my life, I'm sure there would be many chapters to it. I've experienced many struggles and many achievements. I've watched things turn out good even when everything seemed to turn out wrong, and I've seen my hopes and dreams burst into ash just when I thought I was going to achieve them. I'm sure such things have happened for all living beings. Such is life, right? Bad things happen, good things happen, that's pretty much common sense.

One thing is certain, however. I wouldn't have had to experience both of those hardships and joys in my life if it weren't for two people. That much is certain. Two people were the ones responsible for both my pain and my happiness. Both have had quite the impact on my life. I know for a fact that I wouldn't be the woman I am today if it hadn't been for them.

The first person would no doubt be my father. If it hadn't been for him, none of this would have happened to me to begin with. He and my mother brought me into this world, just as he brought me into this Hell. I probably would have died young just like the rest of my siblings if it hadn't been for him. I suppose I must thank him and hate him in equal amounts for the things he put me through. I'm sure any person in their right mind would have felt the same.

But the second person would be a demon of many names. You may have known him back then as the newly crowned Emperor of the Demon World. Before he was crowned that, you might have known him as one of the sons of Sparda. Now you may know him as Nelo Angelo. I know him as Vergil.

As you may or may not know, Vergil had come to power over the Demon World at least 36 years ago. I'm really not so sure how it happened, exactly. I know that he had a twin brother, who was the self proclaimed Protector of the Human World as his father had been. You see, it was his twin, Dante, who had destroyed the former ruler of the Demon World. With him killed off, the Demon World turned to the next strongest demon to rule over them. That demon was Vergil the Nelo Angelo, who accepted the throne without a moment's hesitation. He was always a person who craved power, so I'm sure it wasn't that big of a surprise when he jumped at the chance of ruling the world that had once been his father's home.

But because of this, there was a shaky truce between the twins. For one, Dante seemed to be the strongest out of the twins, and although Vergil probably wasn't in the least bit intimidated by his brother, he probably didn't want to be defeated by him again. Despite Vergil's lust for power, he made no attempt to invade the Human World and turn humanity as you know it into Demonville. However, he did make a sort of agreement with Dante. Apparentally there had been several towns or small settlements in which the majority of the population had turned into devil worshippers or something of the sort. The Demon World apparentally needed human slaves to build architecture and cater to the demons commands while the monsters lived in luxury. Vergil asked Dante if he could bring these settlements into the Demon World, since they obviously wouldn't be taken against their will. With these human slaves brought into the Demon World, there would be really no good reason for Vergil to try and invade the Human World. With this in mind, Dante agreed, and those humans were brought into Demon World.

What that Protector of the Human World didn't realize was that there was still a small majority of people within those settlements who didn't worship devils. My family was part of that majority, at least, that was what my father told me. The transfer of humans to the Demon World happened four years before I was born. While the devil worshippers seemed to be honored to be in the presence of the monsters they loved so dearly (not matter how badly or severly they were treated), we were the ones who suffered more, simply because they knew we did not idolize them. But overall, humanity in the Demon World seemed to suffer all the same. Being a devil worshipper or not didn't matter at all. We were all human. We all had to work, we all had to build, follow orders, and serve and worship these beasts. Everyday we were sent home with wounds, sores, and scars.

At first I didn't understand it. Why they needed humans, that is. They were ten times stronger then us, more then capable of completing the work we had to do. In fact they probably could have completed it faster. But now I realize what the whole idea behind human slaves were. They needed to remind us that they were superior. They needed to let us know that they were meant to be worshipped as Gods just as we were meanted to be trampled on like dirt. Superior beings always need to remind the weaker beings that they are the ones in charge, that they practically own us. That's just the way life is, obviously...

Along with our long, endless hours of work, slaves lived in what the people in the Human World would call "poverty". Our homes aren't decent. They mostly consists of broken down shacks, or large pieces of wood, stone, and scrap metal over ditches. Food is scarce for us (although the Demons dine like kings, which is no surprise to me at all), yet humans are expected to bear at least five children per family. I was the youngest of three children, and my mother couldn't possibly bear anymore with what little food we had.

When I turned twelve-years-old, my mother managed to get pregnant. Her body was weak and lacked the nourishment she needed. It confuses me though... if humans were so valuable to the Demon World and human women were expected to have five children, you would think the demons would have treated the pregnant humans somewhat better. Provided them with more food, given them a more comfortable atmosphere so the babies came out healthy, something along those lines. But I suppose in the end, a human was just a human. It didn't matter if she was pregnant or not. Anyways, that was the same year my father had decided to try something brave. He seemed well aware that if Mom didn't get the nourishment she needed, the baby would die before nine months were up. He decided that he was going to try and make an arrangement with Vergil, for my mother and unborn sibling's sake.

I was a child then, but I was still aware of how dangerous the situation was. But like a child, I was as naive and simple as ever. Of course I thought nothing of it when my father took me with him to go see the Emperor of the Demon World. Of course I thought I was just coming along to keep him company, to make him happy...

Of course I had no idea what his real intentions were...