A/N: This is for those who still couldn't stomach that Dante was no more in the story that I had just told.

Alternate Ending:

Vergil lay, enveloped in darkness, only hearing the light sounds of an acoustic guitar playing. He slowly opened his eyes allowing some light to invade his vision. He squinted his azure eyes filtering out some of the sun's rays. Daylight. Was he still in the hospital? No. He made out the patterns of the blue covers that he deduced as his own. His eyes searched around the room and settled on a blurry figure that seemed to sit in a chair in the corner. The figure sat hunched over a large piece of wood, fiddling with a peg at the end. A guitar maybe? That would explain the music before.

Thing that really registered was the fact that figure had snowy-white hair just like his own. "Who's there," his voice hoarse and dry. He asked despite knowing.

"Vergil," came back as the blurred visage of his brother put the guitar down to his side before getting up to approach the bed.

"Dante? You're..." he paused mid sentence feeling disoriented, "...You're alive?"

"Alive? I guess you must have hit your head harder than we thought," Dante teased. "Hey, Trish," he turned his head to shout out the open door behind him, "He's awake! Your husband's gonna be fine!"

"Husband," he thought aloud. Yes. It was all starting coming back to him now.

Dante handed Vergil a glass of water that was already on his night table. Dante assisted his brother in sitting his still aching body upright and tilted the glass so Vergil could take some sips. "We were worried about you," Dante's voice was serious; "You were out for the better part of a week and running a helluva fever."

"What happened?" He mind was still foggy, as he tried to piece together his missing moments.

"Well you and I went to clear out some succubae who were feeding on humans. One managed to get some bites out of us and left you with a few less pints of blood." The effects of the succubus' venom would explain why his body was aching all over and that he could barely see straight. His mind flashed to the moment where he was fading into unconsciousness and Dante calling out his name while still in the midst of his own battle. "Vergeee!"

Had he not been a demon, he surely would not have survived the attack.

Vergil glanced in the corner at the guitar. "Were you trying to serenade me as I slumbered," he teased.

"Pfft! Don't flatter yourself! I got a gig tomorrow night," Dante's voice was getting high and defensive.

"Just the same... Thanks"

"No probs," Dante's features softened. "Oh! I got a surprise for you!" Dante quickly left the room. Vergil looked around just until his vision had finally cleared. Soon he was able to hear Dante clicking his tongue and whispering, "Hey, hey," over the soft sounds of a crying baby in the hallway. He brought over to the bed a small mass swaddled in pink blankets. The baby fussed a little as she was brought lower into Vergil's view.

"There's someone you should meet," Dante said softly. At first Vergil was a little anxious at seeing the newborn, thinking that his wife had a child that he forgot about. That was all quelled once he saw her. She had hair like ebony and the same deep oceanic eyes that her father possessed. "She was born just two nights ago and I think it's about time her uncle said hello."

Dante gently placed his daughter in Vergil's arms, confident that his brother had enough muscle control to hold his child.

A smile tugs at her face and Dante said, "I think she likes you." Vergil had never felt so at ease with a baby in his arms. He held her and watched as she quietly yawned and blink her drowsy eyes.

"Huh... Luck I guess. I don't think that I'm the fatherly type."

"I think Virginia here would disagree with you."

Vergil instantly recognizes that she is named after him and is a little taken aback by it. "You named her –?"

"Yes," Dante finished for him, "Lady and I named her Virginia Rose... after you."

Vergil was utterly speechless. He only managed to ask, "How is she... How's Lady?"

"She fine... She's in the other room napping." Dante picked up the baby again and began gently rocking her to sleep. "She must have been exhausted, I know. This little one put up a fight for nearly forty hours, but Lady was no slouch either." He watch as the infant stretched and let out another yawn. "Hey, kiddo," Dante gingerly said to Virginia.

"It's about time for me to get this one to bed and you need your rest too." Dante began his steps for the door until Vergil called out to him, "Was it all worth it?"

Dante thought about it and verbalized, "From where I stand, yeah... but then again I've only had this job for a few days now. What will be, will be." Dante looked back at Vergil's face only to see that expression his brother made when he was thinking too much.

"What's on your mind?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing much... just a very strange dream I just had."

"What was is?"

Vergil only smiled and said, "You wouldn't believe me, even if I told you."