It's not all fun and games...

The legendary Dark Knight, Sparda. A demon well known among all the levels of hell. His name is a taboo, known as a traitor to his kind. When he fought for the humans centuries ago

every demon tried to knock him down but failed. He successfully closed the hell gates to the human world and saved the Earth from it's hellish demise. All demon power was sealed away,

even Sparda's powers were banned. Afterward he impregnated a woman who bore twin sons-

Vergil snapped the book closed. He had read many stories about his father, all speaking of how he was a traitor among his kin and saved the human race. He was sick of it. Why didn't his father use his

tremendous power to take over the demon world? Maybe even the human world? Why? He placed the book on top of the other ones piled on the coffee table. It was almost time for his plan to b put

into in action. He'd leave soon. The rain pounded on the large windows of Devil May Cry, he wondered if Tayler would be alright? Wait. Why did he care? She is nothing but a simple human. He leaned

back and ran a hand through his white hair. Would she be able to let go of Kortniee? Would she even follow him at all? Suddenly, the double doors opened and there she stood. "Vergil! I'm back!" she

announced, she closed the door and pushed away some brown hair that was plastered to her face. Vergil stood up and made his way over to her, helping her get her drenched coat off. "Don't you

control water?" he asked, hanging the coat on the rack. She pulled out a book or two from inside her jacket and checked them for damage, "Yeah." He raised a brow, "Then why not use it? To not get

wet?" Tayler looked up at him, "... huh. That would've helped." She chuckled and set the books down. "I HAD to borrow these books. They're soooo good!" she said, stretching as she slowly dropped on

the couch. Vergil stood for a moment. Should he ask her? What would she say? Of course, she'd come. She was obsessed with him. Wait a minute. Was he worried about her not coming? What has

happened to him? "You okay?" she asked, causing his train of thought to crush. He blinked then breathed in. "Tayler, if I left... would you follow?" he asked seriously. She raised a brow then smiled, "Of

course!" He shook his head, "I'm serious. I won't be coming back here. Ever." She blinked. This was it. So soon? If he left that mean he was going to open hell gates. Which meant Arkham. Which meant

Temi-ni-gru. Which means Vergil will be stuck in hell and meet HIM. Mundus. She shivered. Then Dante would …. "Tayler, you would leave Kortniee behind?" Vergil asked, crossing arms. Tayler looked up

at him, tears in her eyes. " ! I-I just asked! Why are you crying?" he asked in a panic. She wiped her eyes, " I love Kortniee, she's my best friend. But … I … love you more." Vergil froze. Did she … just

say.. No, impossible. He was never going to mate nor bond with any human. But why did he feel so … relieved? He shook his head, now wasn't the time to think about that. "Quit talking non sense.

Would you follow or not?" he asked again, WHY was he still asking her? Tayler sniffed and nodded. With out a second thought. She would follow him through even hell, as long as it meant being with

him. Whether he loved her back or not. Vergil nodded and handed her a tissue, "Get into some dry clothes. We're heading out." She took it and blew her nose. And so it begins …

"Kortniee!" Dante shouted as he tossed something at her. Kortniee turned and caught Rebellion, twisting her hand she rammed it into the giant demon's stomach. It screeched in pain; howling. Blood

sprayed, some hitting her cheek. The monster twisted around the cut and slowly melted. All that was left was Rebellion where it's stomach was. Kortniee smirked and stood up; wiping the blood off her

face. Dante walked over and took his sword, placing into it's hilt on his back. "That wasn't too bad." she said smiling. He chuckled and shook his head then blushed slightly. "You're .. uh … shirt is

ripped." he pointed out, taking off his coat. She blinked and looked down. Her pale stomach and upper chest was showing, her torn black tank top covering her small chest. Her face burned and she

grabbed his jacket, muttering her thanks. Lately, Dante wasn't being so much of an ass. He was nicer towards her and he gave her more respect. Kortniee was glad. She couldn't wait until later when

he … she stopped. That would be during the first game. Where he'd kill … "Hey. You ok?" he asked, patting her shoulder. She looked up. "Oh. Yeah." she nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine." He nodded and

started walking towards his bike, "Let's head home then." Watching him go, she smiled. Home. She loved the ring to it.

Foot steps echoed the empty library. As they came closer a voice spoke, "So, you're looking for the book of ancient legends, the tale of the demon warrior Sparda?" Vergil snapped the book closed,

Tayler skipping and singing in the background. "That's not what I'm looking for." he replied, putting the book back, "Leave me." Tayler skipped to a stop behind Vergil and looked toward the spot where

the voice spoke. "! No! Not him!" she thought, she clung to Vergil's arm. Arkham walked forward more, "Then what ARE you looking for? A demon that impregnates a woman who then bears twin sons.

That's the story … isn't it?" A glint of deadly steel and Yamato was out, pointing directly at Arkham. Tayler eeped. " …. Leave me. I won't tell you a third time." Vergil commanded, the silent threat

dripping from his reply. Arkham studied Vergil for a moment then placed his fingers at the tip of the blade. "People .. inherently fear-" he stabbed his thumb at the very tip, dragging the thumb down the

sword as he spoke "evil. However … occasionally, a person may be seduced by evil." Vergil looked up at him, then slowly pulled Yamato away. "... what are you getting at?" he asked, sliding his katana

back into its sheath. Tayler lessened her grip on his arm, eyes fixed on Arkham. " Share with me, the story of Sparda... " he replied softly, bowing his head. Vergil studied him for a moment more then

turned, "... let's go, Tayler." She nodded and followed him, glancing at Arkham as they left.

The rain was pouring again. Steam rose from Kortniee's bare skin as it came down on her and Dante. She held tight as he took a turn on the slick road. Soon, the office was in view and they parked in

the alley way. The pipes coughed and Dante hopped off. Kortniee soon followed and headed for the large double doors. The lights inside were off. ? Did Vergil and Tay head out? If they did they

would've left a message of some sort. As she got closer the noticed that the door was ajar. They didn't lock it? Dante came up behind her, "What's taking so long? Get inside already." "Something isn't

right, Dante." she said, gesturing to the door. He looked around her and saw the door. There was nothing of important value here … but why would his brother leave the door like that? He looked up

and pushed the door slightly. Nothing inside moved. The only sound was the door creaking open. Kortniee looked inside, she heard one of Dante's gun click. He walked forward, gun in front of him, his

eyes scanning the large office. Nothing seemed to missing or moved. The desk seemed to be a little ran sacked like it usually was but other than that everything was fine. Kortniee walked past him and

looked around. No sign showed that anything happened. For quite awhile. How long were they gone? Where were Vergil and Tayler? Then something clicked in the back of her mind. No. It's already

beginning isn't it? A lump slowly formed in her throat and she dashed to the door leading upstairs. " ! Kortniee? What's wrong?" Dante called, starting to follow her. Kortniee bolted up the stairs and

slammed her bedroom door open. Tayler's belongings still remained. Only a few things were missing among the room. Her heart sank to her stomach .. then through the floor. She's gone.

…...

"You know the day will come, Kort." Tayler said, as she brushed her hair. Kortniee winced at her words. Vergil would be leaving his younger brother behind to find power left behind by their father. Soon after

they'd bump into each other then … Temi-ni-gru. This all meant that Tayler would leave her … and they would become enemies. "I know." she replied sadly, looking down at the floor. Tayler looked at her. She

knew exactly what she was thinking. "Kortniee, we'll always be best friends." she said, trying to comfort her. Kortniee shook her head, "I could never hurt you. Even if we weren't friends anymore." Tayler sighed

softly and ran a hand through her hair. "Why? Why would you go, Tay?" Kortniee asked, not looking at her. Tayler thought it over for a moment. " … I love him, Kortniee. I do. Even though he's cold towards me I

still do." she replied softly, gripping the blanket on the bed softly. Kortniee chuckled, "You've always been attracted to the jerk-offs." Tayler giggled. Kortniee laughed and turned to her, "I have something for you."

She stood up and made her way over to the large dresser. After rummaging through the drawers she pulled out a small paper bag. What could that be? Tayler turned towards her on the bed. Kortniee sat down,

"Close your eyes." "Aaw! Come on!" she pouted. "Do it. Or you won't get it." Kortniee added, smiling. Tayler sighed and did as she was told. She heard small clinking and Kortniee's warm hands go around her

neck, feeling small cold steel on her skin. " Oook... now open!" she said. Tayler opened them and looked towards the mirror. A small necklace rested upon her chest. A clear heart reflecting a blue, around it were

wings and a crown on top of the heart. She smiled and turned to Kortniee, who chuckled and gestured to hers. The very same only the heart was a deep crimson. "Thank you, Kort!" she squealed as she tackled

her in an enormous hug. Kortniee laughed, bracing herself. "It's a promise." Kortniee replied, hugging her tight, "No matter what, we'll always be friends." Tayler smiled and squeezed, "Always! That's a promise!"

Kortniee coughed, "Hun, your grip is killing me!" "Oops! Sorry!" she laughed and let go. Kortniee just laughed in reply.

Always.

That's a promise.

…...

Kortniee walked to the dresser, the drawers had been opened and some of its contents were missing. She looked up to the mirror and noticed an envelope upside down on the surface of the dresser.

From the looks of it there was something inside. She picked it up and turned it over. Two words were scribbled on the front. Two words she never wanted to see.

I'm sorry.

She ripped the top of the envelope open and tilted it towards her hand. A flash of blue, the cold thing landed in her palm. Her heart stopped. Tayler's blue heart sat there, cold as ice. Kortniee's hand

went numb. Tears fell down her cheeks, evaporating away. Tayler was gone. She left behind her promise. Kortniee clenched it. Vergil must have made her leave it behind. No attachments. Bastard. Her

fingers gripped the heart tighter. "Kort? You ok?" Dante asked from the doorway. She turned to him, eyes red. "She's gone.." she whispered, trembling. Dante looked around. Tayler gone? Why was

that? Did Vergil have some sort of plan? He let it slide. His brother was a big boy, he didn't need to worry. Of course Tayler would follow. She was his fan. But I guess this sudden leaving was hurting

Kortniee bad. He scratched his head, he wasn't sure what to do to help her. "H-Hold me … please." she said, seeming to answer his question. He nodded and made his way over, embracing her.

Kortniee was shocked that he did as she asked, but she loved it. She loved him. Finally, without holding back, she sobbed into his warm chest. He just stood there, holding her tightly. She wailed and

he rubbed her back.

It begins...