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Babling
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Warnings: madness ^_^
Betad by Tora-Katana! *kiss-kiss hug-hug*
Betad over by Nimlinven almighty! *bow-bow worship-worship*
'Dialogue'
"Thoughts"
As to the madness part (voices of Vergil) it's the following:
Vergil – [normal font]
Mad Hatter - Anger and hate [italics]
'Azazel' – ['font']
TO alyssa:
ОМГ! воистину омг, вот уж чего не ожидала))) так уж вышло что я уже по англицки лучше шпарю чем по-русски так что мне на нем проще. спасибки за ревьюшку! All my awesome english was developed with great help of Tora-Katana who checked grammar stuff and Nimlinven who checked logics and storyline, so im indebted to them really. О боже как я глазела на монитор! *нервно сползла по клаве* Кстати я ищу переводчика на русский *WINK WINK* И хрен ты дочитаешь этот фик, он цука длинный) на 23 главе я отметила половину))) а вообще я в восторге что тебе нравиться, так редко кто из русскоговорящих может это переварить, в частности никто не понимает тонкого юмора и игр слов кроме native speaker-ов=( в общем велком, и регься давай на фф.нет чтоб я могла флудить тебе в пмку!
все яойные вкусняшки впереди! дааа НЦа выруливает, давай дочитывай до конца а то меня некому пинать чтоб я дальше писала а мне леееееееееееееень =) Лав! =*
Memories [bold]
"Queen of hearts"- ["font"]
Hope you find your way through that dialogue. Eh.
Monster guide. (all from dmc3) If you are not lazy go google them. For lazy asses:
Blood-goyles – our old friends, blood birds that turn to stone if you shoot then and double in numbers if you cut them.
Fallen – also mentioned them before, angel-like demons with ugly masks on their stomachs and light lances.
Sloths – grey tall demons that teleport. From the bar, mission 3, remember?
Abysses – when Vergil gets to the demon world, endo game 3 he meets those. Tall with scythes, dissolve into blood. You meet then in Hell of DMC3, too.
Blitz – the only monster I took from DMC4. lightning-fast monster that attacks with electricity. If I remember correctly.))
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Chap 11
We are all mad here
Part 01. / The Hellgate
The rain stopped. He could feel it even before he was fully awake. Vergil was still embracing him.
'Thank you,' Dante sat up and carefully kissed his sleeping brother on the cheek. The sky cleared up after the rain and the silhouette of Oberon was already very close. The devil hunter threw the wet blankets to the back of the car, pushed Vergil to the empty front seat and started the engine.
'Thanks,' the azure Jaguar was on its way to the damned town, the only car on the old damn highway, flying straight ahead in the salute of the rainwater spray.
'For letting me into this sweet lie, even for such a short time. It will all end here, did you know? You probably didn't.' Dante straightened up and let the wind caress his face. His gaze travelled above the abandoned houses of Oberon to where the grey stone monolith of a Hellgate towered, golden inscriptions glowing, the white gash in the center shining dangerously, black splashes of demons scurrying about.
'Once everything is over today, I will tell you. I am sure that you will guess as soon as you see me wield a sword… but if you don't, I'll tell you. It has been really nice to have you polite and everything. I mean, apart from those times when you kept hitting on me. Come on, man! There is no way you switched to the gay party. I should probably talk to Nevan about converting you back.
But, you know, there was one reason why I could not stop you. And it was not because I liked it. Nope, everything is much more simple. The reason is you. When I give in, there is a small smile that lights up your face, softens your features and you are not looking so stern and cold anymore. You stop frowning, your eyes become darker, a warm sky-blue. You look happy. Just like when we were kids.
Let's go, Vergil. Life never gives us time, right? It's time to take care of the job.'
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Vergil bolted up at the sudden shots and groped for a weapon. The Jaguar was slowly driving through the abandoned streets of Oberon, old wooden houses half burnt down. Dante was in the driver's seat, right foot was on the steering-wheel as he was busy killing the Hells, those lower demons. He was shooting both guns non-stop as the tall Sloths teleported to the car, right to the windscreen or to the back seat. Crammed with bullets, their grey bodies dissipated into sand and blood. Scythes burning, a small army of Abysses was flowing through the houses, liquidating to avoid Dante's fire, tricking, bringing the flames to the old wooden constructions.
'Morning, bro!'
"Shit! I slipped! Do something stupid!"
Dante quickly pulled the trigger and dark blood rushed upon Vergil's shoulder as the Abyss moaned and vanished.
'Damn,' Vergil wiped it away, irritated, and snatched Yuki, but Dante hit the handle with his foot to push the sword back into the sheath.
'No Devil Arms destruction here!' warned the devil hunter and nodded at the holsters with the two guns which once belonged to the Legendary Dark Knight.
'Fine,' dropped the dissatisfied Vergil and fixed the holsters, pushing the leather straps across his bare torso. 'Happy now?' His slender confident fingers instantly drew the gun out and a bullet hit through a Sloth on the bonnet of the Jaguar, showering the car with sand and crimson liquid.
"You look good with a gun."
On the perfectly smooth sky-blue bonnet of the Jaguar. Freaking showering it with the crispy scratching sand. And nasty sticky crimson liquid. All over.
'Fuck! My little azure baby! And who will pay to wash it all off? You? Penniless asshole!' Dante pointed Ivory at his brother.
'It would be fitting to remind you that the scratched paint of the boot and two smashed headlights are your own doing.' Vergil slapped the gunpoint away from his chest and set out all the charger into the group of demons ahead of the Jaguar. Luce and Ombra were easy to handle. They were sucking up a little of the demon power from Vergil's body, but it made the shots stronger… then the older Sparda found he was out of bullets. 'Where are the…'
Dante continued firing; they were slowly getting to the center of the town, there the Hellgate was. The devil hunter hadn't even once recharged the guns and the cartridge cases were falling down around him like a shower.
'What do you fire?' wondered Vergil.
'Out of bullets?' laughed Dante. 'Welcome to stage two! The guns suck out your own demonic power and fire it, spitting the energy waste as cases. Try it!'
Vergil quirked an eyebrow, waiting for it to be a joke, but the devil hunter continued stuffing the Hells with lead. Well, not lead… then.
The Dark Knight let the gun take his power and pulled the trigger. A white shot rushed out and hit the shimmering blitz Vergil was aiming at. The demon was smashed into the wall and ended up a black and yellow stain. Vergil grabbed the door of the car, his head spinning, gasping for air.
'Got a taste?' Dante hit his shoulder playfully. 'Don't let it have too much or you might faint. Heh, back me up, I'll drive.'
'You driving to the Hellgate itself?' It took a dozen more shots for Vergil to get used to the guns. 'You crazy crackhead.'
'Yeah man. Now, stew it!' Dante stepped on gas and they went towards the Gate, Vergil sitting on the edge of the door, legs on the seat, guns in both hands, clearing the way.
'You are one hard boiled bitch!' smirked Vergil on their bumpy way to the center of Oberon. 'You are getting us into the lair of these little suckers. Do you have a hydrogen bomb or something like that to take them all out?'
'Nope! It's just you and me,' Dante was moving slightly, as if dancing in the driver's seat. 'Rock n'roll, man! The party is just for us!' he threw his hands up and squealed.
The car flew into the central square and stopped abruptly right in front of the high Gate, which was adorned with a necklace of blood-goyles and numerous brooches of the Fallen, like endless white daffodils.
"It's getting so very bad," Dante jumped out of the car and took Rebellion and one of the packs from the boot. There were the twin red and blue swords, Agni and Rudra.
'Verge, promise me something,' the devil hunter narrowed his eyes. Several daffodils on the Gate bloomed and their large shining petals were floating down in the form of a horde of the Fallen.
'What?' Vergil unsheathed White Gloom the Yuki.
'When we are out of here, buy me a strawberry sundae.' Dante had Rebellion on his shoulder.
'Buy you what?' Vergil asked darkly. 'Looking at all these inconsistent weaklings that have no right to be called demons I still want to believe you have a plan.'
'Just kick their asses,' Dante laughed. 'This shit is what I live for! Bring it on!' he shouted to the demons, scaring the goyles into the air. Sensing the strong presence of the heirs of Sparda, the Hells were returning from the suburbs to the center of Oberon, flooding the streets and narrowing the ring around the twins, pushing them into the corner.
'Let's go! And think of how we could close the gate.' Dante dashed and cut into the heap of Hells.
'I can't believe you made me do it,' mouthed Vergil, amazed, summoned the enchanted blades and unleashed them into the Fallen coming from above. He jumped up and the black blade of Yuki danced in his hands with deadly elegance.
"What a crazy mess he started. I wonder if he is always so reckless…" Vergil was standing inside a dent in the stone body of the Hellgate, on the level of the seventh floor. He turned to look at Dante and make sure the devil hunter did not die by some stray bullet or from an even more hilarious cause.
Battle was a familiar territory for Dante. It let him stop thinking, it let him forget everything and just feel the loyal sword, its worn out handle on his palm. The heavy guns were flawless. His body was dancing, every nerve and every muscle ablaze, all as one, carrying him along the thin line between life and death, an intoxicating moment lasting forever.
Vergil almost missed as a light lance of the Fallen almost pierced his chest. He was looking at Dante. The devil hunter was careless and miraculously evaded the scythes which threatened to slice his body.
It took Vergil whole three minutes to understand that in reality everything was not a miracle. Every move Dante made, the devil hunter could easily repeat, his eyes closed. Yes, it looked like Dante was a lucky bastard who hit his targets by a fluke, but the Dark Knight saw through it. By little details he was reading the whole world around him, predicting what seemed unpredictable. Dante was playing with his victims at will, reading them, before they started their attacks. The perfect body clad in some old jeans was like water flowing freely, easily avoiding both the burning beams collapsing down from the ceiling of a nearby house and the demons' scythes. He lived in all those random accidents, a spontaneous genius not even bothering to stop and comprehend what he was doing.
"It's unforgivable to be so able and not to understand what you do. He is absolute shame to all the demons… he is a poor warrior and a stupid idiot, not caring for his technique like that. But he is marvelous and stunning…"
'So, figured how to close the Gate?' shouted Dante from below, all covered in blood, his jeans in numerous rips. He threw his hair back and beamed at his brother, kicking away some Abyss. 'There is no end to them! We need to close the Gate!'
'It was open by Caleb from the side of the Demon world, it has his signature in blood.' Vergil shouted down from the Gate. 'I don't know how he did it, but we do not possess the power to close it.'
'What? Stop fucking with me!' panted Dante. It had been half an hour already since they entered Oberon and he hadn't had a spare second to stop and rest. He was out of breath and felt light-headed. 'I can't fucking keep it up like that! I mean, slaying all those sons'o'bitches! Gimme a break!'
Vergil was high enough to see that the town was rife with lesser demons.
'There is only one way,' the Dark Knight jumped down, the burning houses and bloody streets rushing at him, and landed at the father side of the square. 'Meet me at the car!' he shouted to Dante through the roar of the Hells and flames.
'What was it?' after a hard way of cutting through the mass of Hells, Dante fell onto the boot of the Jaguar, exhausted.
'No Devil trigger as well?' Vergil asked to be sure, coming to the car as well, swinging his blade free of the black blood, a heap of wrecked-up Hells behind him marking the path of the Dark Knight through the sea of lesser demons.
'Spot on. We are both too weak to do that,' Dante slid to the cobbled ground, sending a couple of bullets towards the slowly coming sea of demons. 'Who could have thought that they could open the real Hellgate here, huh. We are in deep shit, ain't we?'
'You could say so, I guess. There might be a way to close the Gate though.'
'Spill it already.'
'To wish for it.'
'What? Some stupid demon hit your head?' Dante looked at his brother standing tall next to him, and stopped mid-thought. Vergil's jeans slid down to his hips, tight around his strong legs, his bare chest was rising quickly, the leather holsters fast on, his shoulders were relaxed. Vergil had the bloodied sword in his hand, a precise light grip polished by years of training. His fierce fearless gaze was directed forward. Wind was caressing his hot skin and brushing his hair tenderly.
The next moment this majestic figure swam forward, a smooth dive through the air, and the blue wave that followed the blade of White Gloom slashed the demons that got too close.
"Unlike me, he is a true Knight," smiled Dante. He felt somewhat proud.
Vergil came back, gave him a skeptic look and said confidently:
'I summon thee, the master of everything, as I want to make a wish. Hear me, a rightful demon, and grant me my wish.'
'What the heck?' demanded Dante as nothing changed.
'It's the only way. There is a powerful demon of Hell who grants wishes. I only heard of him, but he does exist,' explained Vergil, and rubbed his forehead somewhat nervously. 'However, I lack information on the procedures required to summon him.'
'Bad news,' Dante slowly stood up, leaning onto Rebellion. 'Guess we'll have to keep alive until you think of something. I'm good at slaying demons, not summoning.'
'Fine with me. Do you mind if I use the sword?'
'You started already, so what's the point of asking. Go on. Not like we can save anything in this town.'
In about twenty minutes they were surrounded. Back to back, they could hardly stand upright.
'Any… ideas?' Dante coughed out, blood spilling from his mouth. 'I broke several ribs. I think a piece of bone is stuck in my lung.'
'No. I don't know how to do that.'
'Fuck!' Dante shouted and threw one of the Sloths back. 'Fuck, please, just close this fucking Gate! Anyone!' He yelled.
'Whoo-hoo!' bawled someone nearby. 'Rock it, old hag! Rush it!'
The demons around froze mid-action, their bloodied scythes raised ready but motionless. The Sloths halted in the middle of their space-shifts, the tall grey bodies only half-materialized, the sand in the air. The Abysses got caught in their floating through the surfaces of the houses and through the cobbled ground. The flames of the fires all around the city stopped burning and everything stayed still. Time stopped.
The warm rays of sun finally shone into the frozen hell of the town, and the light wind gave the twins a gulp of fresh air, soothing the heated skin, cooling off the overworked bodies.
'Worked!' snorted Vergil, hiding his involuntary relief. He was very willing to fall down and lose consciousness, but only allowed himself to lower his sword. 'Your stupid luck never ceases to amaze me.'
Pushing the Hells and scattering them around, an old cart was heading towards the square, Geryon harnessed to it, squashing Abysses with its burning blue hoofs. A crooked figure in a cloak drew the reins and the cart stopped right in front of the Sparda twins.
Vergil stepped back, already on guard again, while Dante looked pleasantly surprised
'Merchant?' the devil hunter didn't believe in the miraculous escape yet.
'Yes, m'dear,' the old lady replied, throwing the hood of her cloak back. She had long grey wavy hair and a tricky smile was playing on her lips. 'Hello to you, too.' She took hold of her skirts, numerous bracelets jingling on her wrists, and jumped down easily. 'Come out, brat!' she ordered.
'Comi-i-ing!' Came a male voice and from behind all the boxes and chests that filled the cart, appeared young blonde man with a goatee, his short light hair sticking in all directions. He wiped the little drops of the demon blood from his bare shoulder, pulled up his shorts, that were once jeans that then got their trouser-legs cut off right at the hip, and yawned. 'Hello gentlemen. One of you wanted to make a wish, am I right?'
'Yes. Nice trick stopping the time.' Dante sat down on the dirty cobble stones, not able to stand anymore. Vergil eyed the newcomers with suspicion, ready to attack any second, yet both appreciated that they didn't have to slay demons anymore. Despite how both of them were trying to hide it they were close to exhausted.
'It's Geryon's ability, I thought you fought the demon once.'
'Yeah, I'm just not in the mood to use it now.'
'Poor liar,' chuckled the young man, his flip-flops plopping on the pools of blood. 'So, I'm Azazel the Wishmaster. What is your wish?'
'To close the-'
'Wait,' interrupted Vergil. 'What is the price?'
'Clever youngster,' laughed the merchant.
'The price is different for every wish,' explained Azazel. 'First, I need to hear out the wish. Don't worry, descendant of Sparda, the contract is not active until the one who makes the wish decides in his heart that it's really what they want.'
'Do you grant any kinds of wishes?' Dante revived suddenly, as an idea popped into his head.
'Anything.'
'How many?'
'Depends how much you are able to pay. I like your stubborn stare, man. You seem like a nice customer. What do you want?'
'First, close the Gate.'
"He doesn't know how cunning the Wishmaster can be. I mustn't let him make this contract. It was my idea anyway and it's my business to close this Gate so that Caleb isn't able to come to the Human world ever again. This is my problem."
'It was actually me, who wanted to make the wish,' Vergil interrupted again.
'But it was him who sincerely wished for it and summoned me,' retorted Azazel. 'So shut up and let me do my business. Your wish will cost you a day in Hell, dear.'
'I thought I have been to it already,' Dante looked skeptical.
'But I can make a wish as well, right? So it will be my wish to close it,' insisted Vergil.
'Fine. Now you really want it, so I accept the wish. You have my permission to go to Hell. You can go right through this Hellgate. The Transporter, also known as the Merchant, is right here, she will show you the way to Hell. Once you come out, come to Devil Never Cry. I'll wait there for you.'
'Deal,' said Vergil and turned to the Gate.
"You can't go. You have been through too much. I let you go last time – not anymore. The Demon world made you heartless and cold. It killed your ability to trust, it killed you on the inside. So this time, I won't let you go, I will protect you as I should have done from the very beginning," Dante stood up and strode to Vergil quickly. "Please, take me now. I can't let him go. We'll talk about the price later. Just please. I beg you, take care of Vergil and take me to hell instead of him. Please."
There was one step left before the gash to the Demon world when Dante grabbed his shoulder. Vergil jerked, as a hand caressed the back of his neck and dry lips kissed the corner of his mouth.
'Sorry,' whispered the devil hunter and pushed himself off the edge, the power of the portal dragging him into the abyss.
Vergil unconsciously held out his hand, their fingers brushed, still Dante fell down, an empty smile spread on his lips, hiding the hurt and failing, worse than the most heart-wrenching cry. The gash shut in front of the Dark Knight.
'Dante!' Vergil shouted in vain and hit the grey stone with his fist, smashing his knuckles to blood. He turned around swiftly. 'Why did you let him? It had to be me!'
'He wished for it, and as soon as he agreed in his heart, the contract was activated. Besides, your brother is a better choice for going through Hell.'
'My… brother?'
'Yeah, your twin brother, Dante. The second of the only two descendants of the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda. Don't tell me you didn't know,' laughed Azazel.
Vergil leaned onto the cold surface of the Gate for support.
'Oh? You didn't? Right, you can't see properly because you sacrificed your eyesight in order to make it here. Whoopsie, I spilled the beans. Dante's your brother, the object of your utmost hate.'
The last piece of the maze fell in and everything became crystal clear in Vergil's memory and his mind was fully reassembled. The second everything that was Vergil was united back into one person, that person's mind cracked like a crystal ball and shattered.
The dry lips that kissed the corner of my mouth just seconds ago belong to… my brother.
It's the same fool who just jumped into hell in our stead. Are we happy now? The situation is finally reversed. Huh, Vergil, is our little black world happy now? Is our inner demon satisfied with this kind of revenge? Are we going to throw a party now, with candles and porcelain cups and old red wine? Could we pretend it's the blood of this fool we spilled?
He recklessly drove into this damned town. He probably saw the Hellgate from afar. Maybe he did not know what he was doing?
'Stop lying to yourself, coward. He knew he was driving to his end. And from the very beginning he saw the Gate and never intended you to be harmed in any way. Didn't you hear him today in the morning? Remember. You can't fool me, Azazel the Wishmaster. I see through everyone. I am no one and everyone. I am outside and inside you. Remember, what he said?'
"Remember, Vergil. I am the Queen of your Heart. So this is your Heart's order. Remember."
The reason is you. There is a small smile that lights up your face, softens your features and you are not looking so stern and cold anymore. You stop frowning, your eyes become darker, a warm sky-blue. You look happy. Just like when we were kids.
All lies. We swear on our new emerald-green hat! We swear on the Hare! All lies of that heartless monster. He plays a joker in the pack of cards. He smiles widely when the queen loses her king. He luxuriates in the black folds of her mourning dress, playing an innocent child but laughing uglily when she covers her tear-filled eyes with a handkerchief.
Don't! I don't want to remember the pain when father disappeared! I don't want to remember!
The bathroom door opened a little and he saw her on the floor, in tears. She was clinging to his brother, muttering: 'I'm sorry, but your father can't come anymore. He left on a very important mission. It's all so that we could live happily. I'm sorry, Dante, but he won't come anymore…' 'Tis fine, mum,' said the small creature that she was hugging desperately. 'Don't cry anymore, you have us.' It turned its face up from her shoulder and looked at Vergil standing barefoot on the cold parquet. It closed its light blue eyes and smiled a wide smile.
Right, that horrible smile! That empty disgusting grin, a wolf baring its teeth, ready to dig them into the flesh and bask in the blood. We remember it all too well! We remember!
"Cut the Hatter's head off! Cut his head off! Don't listen to the Mad ones, Vergil. Hear Dante out, Vergil, please. Listen to me, my dear. I won't give you bad orders, you know that, right? I loved you from the bottom of my Heart. I still love you, my son. So, I ask you to hear him out…"
You can't behead me, Queen! I am mad thus I have already lost my head. I am Mad and you won't find my head even if all the national army looks for it. And we can bet our new emerald-green hat on it, they won't!
Now, Vergil. Just look at the Queen. Her golden hair, her tender smile. Do you believe this bitch! Look carefully at that gaping black hole in her chest! Your Queen of Hearts doesn't have a heart! She's a heartless demon! Just another copy of your mother. Like that worm, what was her name? Trish…
Trish… Why did this monster live with him? Did he use her as a replacement? My mother died, and as painful as it was, I just had to accept that. She died for Dante and nothing can be done about that. But that Trish demon… why did he take her?
'Don't you know? Idiot. Blind idiot. Why do I have to spell everything out for you? Right, right, this is part of my job as the Wishmaster… Look, Vergil. You know yourself why he let her stay.'
A heartless dirt like her! She wouldn't know what the difference between a human and a beast is! We swear on the Hare!
'Oh, believe me,' panting, Trish raised her head and glared at him. 'I know better than you ever will. He taught me. It is him, your brother who saves everyone. It is him who comes to people's rescue when there is no hope. Did you know that he tried to kill himself in desperate mourning over you, fucker? Have you ever come to the empty house to find him sitting in just jeans in a bathtub full of his own blood, his wrists slit and bleeding in long red ribbons, a cigarette in his purplish lips that carry an empty smile? Even though it is stupid – this mourning and self-beating he did – this is still much more than you ever did or ever will be able to do for him!'
No! Don't make me think about it! It's too scary. I don't want to! My chest hurts, it hurts so much! Just like the day she died… Please, I don't want to think about…it… I don't want to feel this bitterness and void inside! I am not guilty! I am right!
Of course we are right, Vergil. We were her true child. That monster stole everything from us. They are together, that Trish and Dante. There is no way he would feel anything. He is heartless! We need to kill him! Like all the others who stand in our way! He is just another pawn that has to be eliminated on our way to collecting the power of Sparda! He doesn't have feelings! Remember, he didn't even cry when she died! And, of course, he wouldn't be practicing suicide! Trish lied!
"Behead the Hatter. That is an order. The floor goes to Vergil. Vergil, my dear, tell me. Did the suspect have feelings? What did the suspect want with you?"
Guilty… I feel so guilty… what was I thinking…
'I'm sorry, Verge,' Dante took the gun from the floor. A drop of blood fell from the corner of his eye. Then another one, and then they went rolling down his dirty cheeks, the Bloody Tears, covering his skin with wide red streaks. The sign of utmost pain a demon could ever feel. Dante put the gun to his temple. 'Sorry, Verge. The thing you wanted is broken. I am not usable anymore.'
And looking into Vergil's red eyes, he pulled the trigger. There was a flash of crimson as the bullet went through the skull and out. The gunshot echoed through the dungeons.
There was the smell of rain. The Dark Knight closed his eyes and imagined that downpour on top of the tower. 'I just don't like you. That's all.'
I thought you were not that different from any other demon. I thought you didn't care. When everything was over and it was only us who were left, you did not do anything. You stayed in the Human world; did you ever want to avenge her? What did you feel there, sitting under the window as she was killed in front of your eyes? What did you think when I so foolishly ran to her, when I took the second shot, protecting her – and you?
What did you feel?
He didn't feel anything! He is a useless spawn who lacks the feelings!
Why did you not die? It should have been you! She was not supposed to die for you that day under the window!
'Sto…' Dante wheezed, choking. 'I can't die… You… promised her…'
"Justify, my dear Vergil, this is an order from the Queen of Hearts. Did the suspect have feelings? Was he capable of committing suicide?"
It was horrifying. He was looking into my eyes when he pulled the trigger. I think I am never going to forget his face. Please, someone, stop it all! I don't want to feel it! There is too much pain… the tears won't stop…
'Sorry, Verge. The thing you wanted is broken. I am not usable anymore.'
"I don't think he was serious, though. I mean, about dying. I am the Queen and I have to be sure, but if you ask me, I don't think he was serious. Even if he had decided in his soul that he wanted to die, he wouldn't be able to disappear from this world. You know why, Vergil?"
No. How can it be, Trish?
Don't listen to her! Stop, Vergil! Don't we hate her! Look, she's not your Queen of Hearts anymore! She is Trish, that demon who tricked and hurt you! We should find revenge! We swear on our new hat, she's lying! She is lying like everyone is lying to you in this world. We were born special and there is no one whom we could trust in this world! If you open your heart, you will get hurt. This is what we understood, don't you remember? This is how we survived so far! Don't cross that line! No trust to no one, Vergil!
"Long ago, Dante told me, he made a promise to protect you and take care of you. So he won't die until you do."
'Sto…' Dante wheezed, choking under him. 'I can't die… You… promised her…'
Why did he make that promise? Did he… make a promise to her just like I did? Did he?
Who are you to me, Dante? I do not remember, so tell me. Please. Please. Make them go away. I am so tired of all this. I want to rest, but they keep torturing me. Make them leave my head…
'I am the one who promised to take care of you, but the one whom you will never want to have at your side. I promised to protect you – however it is impossible when you are on this crusade for power. I won't ask you why you need it. I just wish I could understand and help you. But I know you don't want me and never will.
When you remember everything… if you choose to blame something on me and hate me, it's alright. I just want you to know that as I promised, I will be there for you. No matter what you choose – to hate me or to trust me.'
You are scary, Dante. This is not the answer I wanted to hear.
"We get the answers that we don't want more often than the answers we want, don't we, Vergil, dear? So don't wait for a particular one, that's common sense."
Dante, what are you? Do you really feel? What do you want with me?
'I told you I am broken already. What fun do you get playing with me?'
Maybe I consider it fun to mend the broken you, who knows. Night. Or morning. Do I consider it fun to mend you? Are you really broken? Why are you, then? Am I broken? Why am I, then? I could escape just like that: driving an azure Jaguar at 200 miles per hour wherever the wind took me, with a stupid devil hunter Dante as my companion. Drive just like that into the sunset. Why in the world do we need anything else? Obviously, we don't. Are we broken? Why are we, then?
'Want me to tell you how not to miss?' Dante patted his brother's shoulder. 'Think of something you hate the most – and shoot. Just try it.'
Fine. I hate you, brother!..
I missed. How do you explain that?
'The reason is, you don't really hate whatever you thought of. So you couldn't fire properly. The drawback of this trick is to be honest to yourself. Absolutely honest.'
Of course we hate him! It was the flaw in the gun. Or the stupid trick! We hate him the most. He is the reason she died! He is the reason for all our misfortunes. He is a heartless half-breed that can't even shed a tear! He is in our way! We just need to continue our way just like she wanted us! We should trust no one and collect the power. More power… More power…
But he is part of the power I need…
Dante's face was frozen as if caught mid-emotion. Sad sky-blue eyes open, but seeing nothing. Thin lips slightly parted, in white cum and red blood stains. So beautiful and so desired.
I want him. His power…
Of course we want his power! We'll kill him and we'll get it!
I want him. His power, and himself.
"Of course you do, dear. You have always wanted to be friends with him. But you pushed him away yourself. He was hurt and tired, and he gave up on trying to befriend you. Don't you think that's logical."
Did he want me, too once? No way! He had everything he wanted.
Of course he didn't! He never wanted us, he wanted us to disappear!..
"Execute the Hatter!
Right, Vergil. But he didn't want what he had. You remember, right? All he really ever wanted was your friendship and your warmth. But you pushed him away, you did not want to share, you did not want to be affected by his…"
Hate? His power? His anger? His heartless being?
"… kindness and happiness. He enjoyed life as much as he could. Don't you remember?"
That's nonsense! He was always happy he did not want me. He was happy stealing everything from me!
"You didn't want to share what was his, did you, Vergil? I am the Queen of your heart, so I would know better. Remember, lying in the grass. When did he stop trying to take your hand?"
The cautious fingers would try to take my hand, but I would get angry and say it was childish, he would always smile though. He knew that longing to feel loved and needed. It drove him crazy, too. It stopped… When we were six?
They were lying at the hotel. Cautious fingers touched his hand lightly, and Vergil flinched. The fingers were strong. They squeezed tenderly.
Don't tell me! It never stopped?
"When did you stop seeing tears in his eyes when you lay there in the grass, looking at the painfully blue sky?"
Wasn't he smiling?
"True, his lips were smiling. But when did you stop seeing his eyes?"
He wanted me? My warmth?
'Say you don't want me.' – 'I… don't…' croaked Dante and his whole body shook. – 'Liar,' panted Vergil, his breath a warm breeze over Dante's lips pulling them ajar.
He did… And I wanted him, too… I wanted him. His power, everything he had, and himself…
'I wish I could reduce you to a mindless wanton creature. I want your lips on me; I want your passion all over my skin… The best feeling of control over a living being. I want you thrashing on the sheets, hair damp with sweat, your icy eyes looking only at me, seeing only me… leaning into my touch, wanting more, begging for more…'Vergil bit his lip and his nails dug into the tiles, breaking them.
'Dante!..' he cried out in a low husky voice, either commanding or pleading. The white cum covered his fingers, and to Vergil it seemed hotter than the water.
'Tell me something,' the devil hunter grabbed Vergil's chin to attract his attention. 'Look me in the eye and tell me, what do you think about your brother?'
'Brother…' he frowned. 'He is my most beloved friend and my bitterest rival, my confidant and my betrayer, my sustainer and my dependent, and – hmpf, - scariest of all, my equal. Why?'
He wanted to know… He wanted to know if I hated him… Did I? I didn't…
'You fucker you could have told me at least once!' the devil hunter's hands clutched at Vergil's shoulders as he shook his brother's body violently. 'I almost killed myself more times than you can count, and you couldn't tell me even once! Once would have been enough for a lifetime! It would have been enough for all eternity! I hate you, you self-centered asshole!'
He was desperate. Did I hurt him? Did I want to? Did he hate me for that?
'Yes, I hate you,' Dante whispered, hiding his eyes and embracing his knees.
Do you… Do you want to kill me?
'Why?' Dante lowered his head to his knees and chuckled bitterly, closing his eyes. His voice was even and low, barely above whisper. 'I don't want to kill you, Vergil. I hate you because the only thing you give me is pain. You either hurt me intentionally or unintentionally… either way, the result is the same. And I hate it. I hate you because you never listen to me and you never notice me. I hate myself as well, for not being able to change anything. So, see, Verge, it is ironical. I hate both of us. But I don't want death for either of us.'
Vergil saw the desperation in Dante's icy eyes, then the flash of pain, that was a frequent guest in Dante's heart, it seemed, but then the devil hunter's eyes softened and he whispered, smiling:
'You are my most beloved friend and my bitterest rival, my confidant and my betrayer, my sustainer and my dependent, and scariest of all, my equal. Now, watch the road, Verge.'
Verge… sounds nice…
He didn't hate me. I didn't either… how did it turn out this ugly way? I like it when he calls me that. Like when we were kids…
'Verge!' Dante cried out in pleasure.
I tugged at his hair roughly that morning…
'It hurts, asshole!'
It was supposed to! You had to shut up and let me sleep a little more.
'Whatever.' Dante sank into the pillow, embracing his brother. A minute passed when one of Dante's hands slid up and roughly tugged at Vergil's hair.
Fuck!
'Revenge,' snickered Dante.
That stubborn fucker. Ahahaha… Don't tell me that was his revenge? That was his revenge for everything that happened between us?
"Uncommon nonsense, says the Queen. Clean up the mess after the execution of the Hatter."
Vergil was leaning onto the Gate. He suddenly started laughing like a madman.
'Absolute nonsense! Nonsense! All of it! This world is crazy! Shit,' tears of laughter started rolling down his cheeks. 'I screwed up! I so screwed up! If you guys are right, I fucked up everything I could and a thousandfold more!'
"Remember this morning, Vergil? Listen to the Queen of your Heart one last time, Vergil. Do you remember?"
'Thank you,' Dante carefully kissed him on the cheek. 'Thanks for letting me into this sweet lie, even for such a short time. It will all end here, did you know? You probably didn't. Once everything is over today, I will tell you. It has been really nice to have you polite and everything. I mean, apart from those times when you kept hitting on me. Come on, man!
But, you know, there was one reason why I could not stop you. And it was not because I liked it. Nope, everything is much more simple. The reason is you. When I give in, there is a small smile that lights up your face, softens your features and you are not looking so stern and cold anymore. You stop frowning, your eyes become darker, a warm sky-blue. You look happy. Just like when we were kids.
Let's go, Vergil. Life never gives us time, right?'
'Hey, are you okay?' Azazel was shaking Vergil's limp body, hitting him against the cold stone of the Gate.
'This is madness,' whispered Vergil, his stare empty, his voice lifeless.
...
'So, that's a deal. It will be you who will pay for Vergil's wish to close the Gate. Do you have anything else that you desire?'
'Azazel, here are my wishes. I am ready to pay whatever price you name, except for giving up my life.
First, eliminate the demons, so that Vergil is safe there.
Second, I want you to give Verge his sight back.
Third…
Nevermind. The third one I have to make come true myself.'
'You had me interested, what was the third?'
'I want to fix this dysfunctional family of mine. I want Vergil to be my brother and I want to be a brother for him. I want to erase the word hate from our memories.'
'Good luck.'
"Huh, not like you will really need it, son of Sparda." Azazel smirked. "Or shall I say the Destined Devil, your highness?"
...endo chap 11...
Muhahaha truth revealed!
Next coming: Out of the frying pan into the fire.
Vergil comes back to DNC to wait for Dante to arrive. Guess in what mood! Mwahaha. Dante returns… wait, why is he literally falling apart and why the blood and cum? Kill or help, what will Vergil chose?
And just what does Azazel know about the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda and his disappearance from Eva and the twins. What does Azazel know about the day Eva died? Is the Dante that came back sane and is he able to pay for his other wishes? Btw what is Destined Devil and what it has to do with Caleb and co who are after Vergil?
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Ethan