A/N: Alright, next chapter. I've been busy, aren't we all... But hey, I haven't abandoned this fic. Heh. Anyway, I feel like the twins here might be a bit Ooc... But all well, it's bound to happen. Anyway, if anyone gets confused with some stuff, if you read Fixing Vergil; then you might wanna go back to some parts... Maybe. This story really is linked with that one, so make you you've read FV first alright! Just a note. Or you can just ask what I meant in some parts and I'll answer it, dont be afraid to ask questions... Haha anyway, enjoy :'D

LightShadowsh: Thanks for revewing lol, yeah I made Lady a total bitch didn't I? Haha, someone has to be!

Good for nothing Demons

Demons occasionally tell humans apart by their distinct scents, if two humans happened to have similar scents; it'll be difficult for them to tell them apart, wouldn't it? This is where the mistakes come in, and the problems start...

"Number 17! Laws! You never mentioned any of this! What the fuck do you want from me!" He couldn't believe it, outraged he was. He'd made a deal with this sick bastard, the bastard should be dead! How many things were there for Vergil to find out without warning? The further he went the worse it got. It was like a deal he couldn't get out from, even if he did do his part, he'd still be trapped in Lurkers grip. "Forget you! I'll just get rid of you!" Flinging his sword out, careless about how he handled it now. He had his target; he wanted it dead; he didn't care how, just dead.

"I always thought you were the one to keep a cool head, he-ha." The sarcastic bastard, he smirked and laughed at Vergil's misery, mocking him as if he were some- some stupid puppet to toy with. It's how they treated him for years, the little boy who couldn't protect his mother from demons. Might controls everything he says... He had none. Lurker dispelled Yamato away, with a flick of his wrist; this made him laugh even harder. It was all too easy.

"Tell me Vergil," he said. "How many times have you seen that sword fall to the floor?"

"How many times have you defiled your law! Let go of me!" He bellowed, a rasp added to his tone, he could hear his own demon awakening within him. Frustration over took him; he was without a sword and his senses were failing him. Emotions taking over. He mentally battled with his thoughts, one side telling him to 'beat the shit out of the monster' and the other side disagreeing, telling him to 'keep calm, and fucking carry on'. The reason why he was so rash was because of who this was... If it were anyone else he would of been very much calm. But it wasn't.

"Ha! Law, like demons really need laws and rules. Didn't Lucifer become The devil because he 'broke' the rules?" He hissed venomously. Vergil could practically see the poison dripping from his tone; did he touch on a touchy subject? He wondered... Vergil ripped Lurker's hold of him away, he had his cold blooded hand on him and it was giving him bloody frostbite. Lurker's touch was not a pleasant one, it reminded him of death; the temperature did anyway. Vergil proceeded to walk away from him; sometimes walking away was the best thing to do. But it this case, that couldn't work. "Where do you think you're going?" he glowered, black eyes blazing, drilling holes in his back.

"Away from you." He said simply, taking his chances.

"Funny, I always thought you were one to kill the ones who hurt you."

"It would be foolish, trying to kill someone you haven't been able to for over ten years." If he couldn't do it then... He couldn't do it now.

"But could you do it? That is the question." Vergil met his eyes; he threw him a brief look, which should have been enough of an answer. He felt the heat embrace him slowly, that all too familiar heat; how annoying it was to know it was coming from him. He eyed Lurker carefully, questioning him without words 'what are you up to?' he asked. This was the first time he took note of their current surroundings, and appalling state of the room. It appeared to have once been a lab of some sort, what was a lab doing under Fortuna castle? What did it matter now?

"My only question is where are we?"

"The one you seek is near. I told you I'd bring you to him." Vergil took a look around, he saw no one.

Nero was hidden well, so well it was becoming ridiculous now.

"And the demon? Keeper? Where is everyone, if he is near should there be hundreds of demons on us right now." He had a feeling he was lying, as usual, nothing to become surprised about. Devil were awfully good liars.

"They are... Around." He drifted through the air, Lurker's wild hair trailing behind him. The demon had sharp teeth, Vergil only noticed because he smiled far too much for his liking. It disturbed him, and made him sick at the same time. Just how much can one smile? Didn't it hurt? Just why didn't he stop, like ever?

"Where?" He demanded, anger seeping into his voice. "I will not play the song you ask, everything is becoming unfair, why should I comply with your wants?"

"I do not follow their behaviour pattern, how am I to know? And I could simply force you to play the song" He stilled in front of Vergil's gaze, their eyes locking with each other. The atmosphere grew intense.

"Because you're all the same," his voice starting off quiet, "And you know it won't be the same. You can't force me to do it." Then loud like a crescendo. He waved him off, turning from the gaze to pick up the abandoned katana. He swore with the amount of times it's hit the floor it should of been broken beyond repair by now.

"Do you have a son Vergil?" Out of all the things Lurker could have asked at that very moment, he chose that? If confusing Vergil was his aim, he certainly did.

"No." He answered without hesitation whatsoever; he couldn't recall any possibilities of having a son in his life... Though he couldn't recall many things could he? Though he had growing suspicions over Nero, he had to admit.

"Are you sure about that." Prodding and pushing, it's all he ever did wasn't it? What did he want him to say yes? How could he when he didn't know himself. Vergil was not stupid; he knew the demon meant Nero just as he did too. But it seemed utterly impossible!

"Unless there is something you're not telling me." But of course, he would never answer such a straight forward question with a straight forward answer.

His answer was a deep chuckle, just as Vergil predicted. Vergil was sure he's heard the sound many times before. Every time he laughed it was like he was having some privet joke with his pitiful self and he couldn't figure it out. Just what was so fucking funny?

"You know, we're special, you and I... You a son of Sparda, and I?..." And he? A demon created for ones punishment? A rapist? A manipulator? "I was made just for you?" Vergil was looking into a mirror, surely; he barely saw Lurker alter himself. A form he'd seen many times before, in the background while he endured the pain... Too many unwanted memories coming to mind. That teal coat... He was without his.

"Do you have some sort of obsession? Would you like to talk about it?" He smirked, removing his glare from the mimicking creature.

"Just because you're fixed, don't mean I can't break you again." He heard his own voice say. He closed his eyes; he just couldn't understand why this always happened to him. He was loosing it.

"You weren't even a prominent one. It was bloody Flasehope, at least I know his dead. Why should I be afraid of you?"

"If I were you I'd watch my tongue," That made Vergil want to chuckle.

"Why!" He got right in his face, "Because you think you can control me! If you can why don't you then! Force me to play the song and then kill me if you wish! I see no reason why you are holding back, unless it is not possession this mark is doing." He lost his footing, it was all too fast. He fell, back first to the ground, he didn't even see Lurker move. His top was torn open, he could see the grey markings on him now, they were horrific. They shifted around on his skin, curling and uncurling; they were like snakes almost. "What is it you're doing to me," he growled, malice within his eyes.

"Progression goes well, I'm sure you can feel it too can't you?" Progression?

"You mean this sickness I feel inside me?" He touched his chest, momentarily touching his amulet. Dante. "Is that your progression?" He spat scornfully. "What are you doing to me? Have you not messed enough with my body?" he was tried, couldn't his body have a rest? Was it too much to ask for?

"Like a disease, growing within you." He got that right. "Taking over you. You know Vergil, I always thought you had as stunning body, I plan to have it as my own one day; and not a simple illusion." So that's what this was all about. He wanted his body, literally. Well fuck.

Vergil averted his eyes, heat raised within him, he couldn't ignore it any longer. Lurker was dead serious this time, and he was afraid he wasn't going to stop like before, "Sounds like an obsession gone too far."

"Oh but you see, you've already lost." The deal was off it seems, not that he had any choice in it. Lurker was already at an advantage here.

Basically, Vergil already knew he was going to loose.

"How so?" Shit. He got prepared for the worst, he knew this was all going down hill for him, he just had to endure it once more. He cursed himself colourfully inside his mind, why was it always the losing path for him? He couldn't count on Dante all his life now could he? He thought the one time was enough but no, he was just too weak for everything wasn't he?

"Like I said, that body of yours is mine." Wasn't it always, "This deal was only an excuse to keep you near for so long, for the mark to grow on you... I was stealing your soul darling."

Shit.

"You do realise you will fail. And when you do I will be there, telling you I told you so." He wasn't going to fight it, he was always loosing to these demons, and they were after all built to break him. He just won't let them break him this time. "I just want you to know that." He said before he lost it.

"Is that a threat?" Vergil laughed, laughed. Of course it was what else? Lurker took a step back, oh? Did he not like a happy Vergil?

"What do you want me to say? I love you? Honestly! You drive me insane," he chortled, he had a hand tangled up within his damp hair; it was in a right mess now; the heat becoming painful inside him now. He felt like he was splitting in two, his soul was splitting in two. He dropped to the floor, if only Dante were here to save him. He chuckled at the thought. Ha, Dante. How he's failed him so, he didn't deserve him, and he knew that well.

...Dante...

"At least it's not rape eh? Vergil," Lurker ignored the increasing laughs; it was certainly out of the ordinary, though he continued to ignore them. He'd come too far with his plan to stop now, it was going to work. He deemed it so.

"Yeah, heh, I guess..."

He could barely feel it now; everything was dazed and blurred; like a dream. He wondered if it was just him or something else. He hoped it was something else; a disruption perhaps? Did he even know what he was talking about? The feeling inside him only got louder and louder? Could they get louder? He was... Confused.

Dante subconsciously handled the amulet around his neck, he looked withdrawn, and Trish noticed it immediately. It was unlike Dante, to be so... So distressed. They've stood outside the castle doors for a little while now... The door was sealed and Lady and Trish were figuring a way to open it. Dante didn't even bother to help; or rather he wasn't taking notice of the situation at all.

"Dante, do you have any red orbs? Dante."

"No," he wasn't even looking at her as he answered. "I lost them." Trish raised an elegant brow, lost red orbs? What did he take her for? A fool? "Lost him... at the Divinity statue." Lady snorted behind them, listening to their every word. Trish couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"I think he's finally lost it. Too many bullets to the head," Lady joked. She was taking this far too flippantly, Trish for one was not. Trish snapped a finger in his face, he merely blinked; no real change at all. Trish eyed the amulet in his right hand, the one his mother gave him; this separation was really affecting him. Trish took his hand, and pulled it away from the amulet, Dante's eyes met hers, her own stern and hard.

"I think," she chose her words carefully. "It's time to move on, don't you?"

"M-move on?" What did she mean?

"With the search? Remember?" Talking slowly. "Better to find them then think about the fact they are missing." She was right after all; he couldn't just stand and stare into space for the whole day now could he? That couldn't bring anyone back, not Nero nor Vergil.

"Right," he said, taking his hand back now. Trish eyed the amulet once more, it was a large thing yes; but beautiful. The demonic jewel sat upon his chest, gleaming in all its magnificent glory. Dante has worn that thing for as long as she could remember, she couldn't imagine him without it. It was no surprise to her when she discovered that Vergil had a matching one; with a golden rim of course. The two nearly killed each other for the other half once, and now they wore it as a symbol of their love? Not that they knew... Trish saw it clearly though; as did Lady.

"I reckon that girl had something to do with this." Lady said behind them, accepting the red orbs Trish handed over to her from Dante. He still had a few after all. "Kyrie I mean, after all this time she must be part of this new order of the sword now, and I have a strong feeling she was the reason Nero left us in the first place. I mean she was the only reason holding him back here in the very beginning, now that that's gone..."

"-He never liked talking about it, Vergil asked him once, and he didn't answer properly." Dante smiled a little, any thought of Vergil would make him smile now.

"Vergil asked him? You say?" Lady said, voice full of sarcasm. "Who would of thought he cared."

"Oh he cares," he snapped, defending his older brother. "He would ask me these random questions about Nero you know, not that I know why." Like a few days ago, before all this mess started.

"Hn," that shut Lady up.

The rest of way was quiet, the castle empty... But they eventually got down to the tunnels; leading to Agnus' lab. Dante remembered this place well, and figured Nero would be down there; if not Vergil.

"Dante-"

"I know, I can practically hear them, aren't they partying hard?" He laughed, getting his guns out. The demons had finally arrived; he wondered why it's been so quiet the whole time since they first set out for Fortuna! Had someone been killing them already? Surely not Vergil? So they were on the right track; which would mean Vergil didn't come this way? No matter, it was Nero first, and then Vergil he guessed. He can take care of himself, couldn't he?

What do you know, Agnus had left his mark, and Dante remembered killing that freak specifically; a stutterer he recalled, or more like an easy kill. The man-made, correction - part-man-part-demon-made - demons were the ones near, and Dante thought they were going to fight some serious shit.

He took his words back, he stilled. Blanco Angelos, Alto Angelos and Cutlass' everywhere, he hated those things; with their shields. And he thought the Cutlass were bad... "I'm sure we can take them on." Of course they could! They weren't called demon bloody slayers for nothing!

"I think," Lady pulled Kalina Ann over her shoulder, taking her aim. "Nero is definitely down there." She got that right, and if he wasn't? "I'm going to take them all down." She grinned dangerously.

They all aimed their guns, the trio in action. "Let's party," Lady took the first shot. The view was amazing! Though deadly because of the small space they were in, it was a bad choice but effective! She must have killed ten of them, now that was what Dante called a head start.

Fighting was a pleasure, slaying demons was a job. But still super fun, Cutlass were ridiculously annoying to kill, vanishing into the surface like that! Cowards! He jumped high to avoid the damaging charge aimed his way, bloody hell. He pulled Rebellion out and slammed it down the overgrown fish as it came up again. That should of been the end of it's life, right; who was next? Dante looked to the left, a toothy grin plastered to his handsome face. Two Angelo's were coming on to him; it was like fighting Vergil all over again... Kind of. This Angelo form... It was no different from Vergil's devil trigger; though there were differences he could also see the similarities. Vergil was a dark angel, the dark angel. While these hid behind the face of 'light' and 'goodness'; order of the sword his ass, like they were any good.

His sword met theirs, then his leg met there's too, swooping them both to the metal floor. He stabbed Rebellion down, breaking though its shield, now the Alto was left; the 'high' one. It was already off the ground, and up in the air, he left it for now; there were plenty other's to kill first. It was fine anyway, Lady was already on it.

Besides, there was one demon in the crowd waiting just for him. A real competition. Dante's perfect amulet stopped swinging, he stopped moving. Well, at least he finally found what he was looking for...

He gulped, the sweat dripping down his temple.

Something terribly wrong has happened, and he wasn't there to stop it, something so easy so simple; and he failed. He just knew it. That was Vergil alright, it must have been. He'd recognised that body anywhere... But he was all, different. Like it was him, but wasn't him at the same time. It was, irregular; something he was not familiar with.

"Vergil?" He whispered to himself, the dark Angelo came forward now, and each step was towards him now; he was covered in thick grey swirling patterns, grey; just what was with it and that colour lately? Dante held his stance; he was not a seer but he knew this was not going to end well.

It felt like they were the only two in the room, everything blurred out of existence, the spot light on them. If he didn't move now, he will die. But could he hurt him? Could he? This Angelo came at him fast, holding a steel blade in his hand. It wasn't Yamato; so it wasn't Vergil? He was never without his beloved sword; he couldn't bear to loose it once more.

Next thing he knew he was being slammed up against the ground, he heard an outcry, Lady perhaps? Or maybe Trish? He couldn't tell. This feeling, this presence with him now... It was purely demonic, nothing but demonic. Danger is what it was, lit up in red, remember? And yet he wasn't listening. He looked up, and saw Lady flying to the wall on the far right.

SLAM.

Dante winced, Lady? He couldn't look again. But he heard another hit, another impact to the wall. Trish? He looked around, all the other demons gone. How? So fast? Impossible, this wasn't Vergil; it couldn't be. His neck was forced round straight, he struggled against the hand, he couldn't fight it. Why not? He asked himself, why not? This was unlike him, he'd never let a demon win like this. Not again anyway.

His hair was sniffed, Dante paled. What the fuck? Had he done this before, deja'vu? Being immobile really wasn't helping! The amulet around his neck was pulled and tossed aside like garbage. No, he reached an arm for it; how dare it do that! His arm was then seized; the bigger one on top pulled both his arms up and pinned him down with one large hand.

Demonic behaviour was unpredictable.

Dante felt himself twitch and something stir inside him. His demon was responding to this, this behaviour from the other. He couldn't comprehend it, but his other half could. And yet he did not trigger, why not? Or was he not suppose to?

Well he should have, because now it was becoming violent.

His entire top was ripped from his body, he stared blankly upwards. The Angelo grazed it's fingers against his stomach, they was sharp, enough to break skin. What did that remind him off? He swore he heard a chuckle, a laugh; just a little one. That's all it was, an innocent little laugh, but it was far from innocent indeed...

A hand tugged into the hem of his trousers, and pulled downwards, Dante gasped in shock, but not from the cold air that hit his bare skin... But the collision to his head as he was slammed to the ground, hard.

The darkness consumed him.

Game over.

Pain embraced him as he woke back into the waking world, everything ached inside him. He groaned in agony, he felt his brain throb against his skull painfully, and he felt hurt in places where there shouldn't be... Hurt. Memories from before flooding his mind. He pulled his knees close, he was bare. "Fuck..." Lady and Trish were both knocked out, thank God they weren't hurt. If they died... He didn't even want to think about it. He quickly searched for his clothes, only his trousers were still intact. And his top... he could see a couple pieces from where he sat, the remains decorated the floor; as well as his blood. Shit, he shot up, bad idea, his legs nearly gave weigh. However, he managed, and then pulled his trousers on, his shoes were already on. Luckily Ivory and Ebony were close by; at least he still had something to defend himself with.

And Rebellion? Gone. He shivered, freezing it was. Yes, cold. Dante stopped for a moment, he just stopped.

What happened to him was... He spotted the perfect amulet in a pool of blood... What happened to him? He limped over to collect it... it happened all so quickly... He placed it around his neck, where it belonged... He remembered a few screams, were they Vergil's or his own?.. Trish and Lady were safer where they were; he went on to find Nero, if he could. His demonic healing was working already. ...At least the screaming stopped... He got there.

Dante had seen blood before but, he was never expecting this.

Not ever.

A/N: Did you expect that? :'D What did ya think? What a cliff hanger, thats what I think haha.