Even though the light was dull and soft she still looked away from it with a small hiss. She looked to her hands and noticed a pitch black silk below her. On her legs she had a black blanket with red lace lightly over the top like a veil, and she was in a four-poster bed.
She was on a gothic decorated room. There was one mirror on the far side of the room; the walls were painted black with red curtains around each corner. There was a canvas painting of a single family along one of the walls. She slipped out of her bed and walked to it, soft red carpet below her feet. She didn't even notice the long blood red nightgown she wore.
When she reached the painting she saw a family of four. The eldest man looked to be in his 30's max, he wore a black velvet shirt and a red jacket with blue hems. He had white silver hair to his jaw line pulled back into a rough ponytail. He had a sweet smile and bright blue eyes with one hand on one of his sons, and the other around the mother. The mother looked to be in her late 20's or early 30's and had long white blonde hair pulled over one shoulder, and a genuine smile plastered on her face, lighting up her blue eyes. She wore a long blue dress with red trims, a lot like the fathers clothing, with both her hands on one of her sons shoulders.
The son she was holding was an exact twin of the one next to him, both looked around 12. He had hair the same length and color as his fathers that ended at around his jaw line and a cheeky grin on his lips that seemed all too familiar, and he wore a similar outfit to his father, but was plain red and black. His twin had noticeable personality differences just by his appearance. His hair was pushed back out of his face. Although his face was the exact same as his twin with the same pale completion, he had a more sophisticated and calm smile on his face. He wore a dark blue velvet outfit with white and black trimmings. It seemed like a happy family.
The two twins seemed so familiar. She lifted her hand and touched the face of the one in blue. The picture rippled as she pulled her hand away afraid of having broke it. The image stayed the same, but the men in the picture changed. The father now had black-scaled skin, with tints of blue and red along them, with spikes along his shoulders and two coming from his forehead, and long black leathery wings sprouting from his back. He seemed to be less cheerful, his eyes on his wife who was still a smiling human.
The two twins stayed with there normal facial expression but both had transformed. Both were identical though one had red and black leathery skin and the other blue and black. They had the same features as their father but a lot smaller and less developed.
She felt as though she should be afraid of such a drastic change but she couldn't help but feel as though it was normal.
"One happy family," a voice said from behind her. She spun around to see the blue clad boy behind her.
She started wringing her fingers, "umm, im sorry this is your house, I just woke up here," she couldn't seem to look in the bright blue eyes, "umm I should go," she ran past the man who made no attempt to stop her, only watched her as she ran past him.
She flung open the large gothic door to be met by a blood red stained sky, black plains of rocks and boulders, large red rocks forming a large passageway into deep into the heart of, were ever she was. Beasts great and small walked around normally, creatures that resembled dragons, deformed things that seemed like everyday things like horses, turned out to be winged, fanged and spiked. After a few minutes of taking in her surroundings she closed the doors, her still inside wherever she was, her mouth gaping open.
She turned around to see the white haired man just smiling at her, "umm, is there a back way out or something?" she asked still quite confused.
The man laughed, "oh Esmeralda, it is good to meet you," he said with a clear tint of joy behind his words. When her face twisted into a confused look her continued, "oh that's right, I am sorry I completely forgot about your memory. You see when someone is sent here they remember little to nothing. If you wish I can restore your memories," he said kindly to the girl.
"I don't need you to restore my memories, I didn't loose anything I know who I am, and you just don't know me. That's right, you must have me confused with someone else," she tried to reassure herself.
He smiled and crossed his arms, "hmm perhaps. Well let me introduce myself, I am Vergil, son of Sparda. And you are?"
She smiled politely, "nice to meet you... Vergil son of Sparda... I am… umm." After a few seconds of chewing her tongue, she realized that she really didn't know who she was, "ok fine if you think you can restore my memories then by all chance do so," she said trying to sound in control.
Vergil only smiled. He walked up to Esmeralda who started to look around for an exit afraid of what Vergil might be planning. She briefly looked into his azure eyes, only to realize she couldn't look away, she didn't want to look away.
Once the distance between them was closed Vergil lent down and kissed the girl. Suddenly a flash of light swept over her, she remembered everything, her parent's death, Dante her savior Dante's corpse, her suicide over Dante's corpse, the real Dante holding her as she died.
"You bastard!" she screamed as she pulled away from the kiss, "its all your fault! Why would you do this? You did all this useless shit, but you made me kill my father, you made me kill myself! You fucked me over so bad you asshole just so I would go to hell for you! Why the fuck would you do this shit to me?" she screamed as she stalked around the room.
Vergil watched on as she ranted around his room, "Esmeralda, please hear me out," once she stopped in front of his family portrait and just stared quietly into it, softly she touched Dante's face, the portrait returning to their human forms. With her arms folded he continued, "The truth is I love you," with a fake, 'ha!' as his only response he continued, "I've been alone down here for so long, and I saw you, and I know its selfish, but I needed someone here for me. You were the most beautiful thing id ever seem, and I just wanted someone like my father had my mother. I wanted someone to actually except me for who I was, someone to love me."
It was the corniest thing she had ever heard, and for the ruler of hell she wanted to kick his ass. She wasn't sure if that train of thought came from being around Dante for so long, or from her own mind. Part of her was screaming, "Kill the stupid demon!" and the other half as saying softly, "I know how he feels,"
She could hear the soft footfalls of his boots behind her. Once they stopped, after a few seconds he placed his hand on her shoulder, "im sorry for al the hurt I caused you, I really am, but please just give me a chance,"
"That bastard," Dante mused for the umpteenth time before he held his mothers silver necklace before him, the blood red ruby glistening in the light of the setting sun. He pressed his thumb on the sword on his back, a large drop of blood pooled from the wound. He rubbed his blood on the stone and held it before him once again. The amulet lifted itself up off Dante's palm and began to slowly rotate. Dante crossed his arms as he watched the amulet do its job. Sparks of red and blue electricity began to explode from the ruby center eventually getting brighter, fasted and more of them until an archway way formed from the element. After a few seconds the archway became a solid marble archway, a black mist swirling from within it.
He sighed and mumbled something about, 'annoying damsel in distress,' and 'bastard brother, not on my watch' before he stepped into the portal. As soon as his whole body way safely inside the doorway he snatched his amulet from before him, and the doorway behind him snapped closed. Dante squeezed the amulet and closed his bright blue eyes.
When he opened them he was in a dry plain with nothing but black, cleanly cut grass and large boulders that occasionally formed a mountain or two. Small caves were occasionally cut threw the rock. Every-were was, black, red, white or blue, the colors of his father Sparda, first ruler of hell.
With a spark of lightning he transformed into his demon form, not wanting to draw any unneeded attention to himself. These days his demon form was almost as formed as his fathers was. He had the same spiked wings, and his face still resembled his own, but when Sparda chose to go into full demon form he would become a massive beast completely unrecognizable.
Dante jumped into the sky and began to fly towards his old home, "home sweet home," he hissed as he remembered his childhood here. Dark beasts of large and small, some winged, most only scaled were nothing but insignificant black spots that melded in with the dark surroundings.
Within a few seconds he reached the dark gothic door that was his previously. He pulled his hand behind him and ran a single finger over his sward, rebellion. He pushed the lock on the door, his blood dripping into the small whole before his finger healed.
Dante pushed open the doors to lead into the corridor he knew all two well. With a small sigh and a couple more mumbles about the girl and his brother he started of towards the master bedroom. There was no way Vergil wouldn't have taken her there until she woke up.
After a minute or two he stepped into his parents old room.
"Holy shit, what the fuck?" Dante stood in the doorway. Esmeralda wore a blue knee-high dress and had Vergil pinned against the back wall with her legs wrapped around his waist.
Esmeralda's lips broke from Vergil's without looking behind her, "Get out," after a small moan from the boy she began kissing him once again.
Again Dante yelled, "what the fuck!"
"Fuck off," an annoyed Vergil growled still not looking away from the beauty in his arms. Esmeralda began to undress the blue clad demon in her arms as he held her too him. Extremely annoyed at being ignored Dante raised ivory and fired a single shot next to Vergil's head causing him to drop Esmeralda, both spun with venom pouring from their eyes as they bore into Dante. Esmeralda's stern glare bore into Dante while his brother's gaze softened as he smiled.
After a minute or two, Vergil stood beside Esmeralda, but neither Esmeralda or Dante moved, "now little brother, do you mind leaving we were in the middle of something," Dante jumped at his brothers voice and turned to his twin.
Straightening himself, Dante spun around ivory before returning it to its holster, "well I guess you've got everything under control brother," he said with clear distaste.
Again Esmeralda spoke up, her anger still prominent in her voice, "if you don't mind Dante, I don't need you help any more," she said, standing straight as well. Vergil took a step towards her, making Dante flinch in a protective manner. Vergil wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck, not once letting his blue eyes leave Dante's.
Without a word Dante turned around and walked back through the door, before leaving its sight completely he turned once more, to look at his brother, only to see Esmeralda turn in his arms and resume their previous position.
Storming out of the castle the first demon that crossed his path he plunged rebellion through its head before flying into the air in his demon form on a wild killing spree, killing anything inhuman in his path.