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Authors Note: I am so very sorry that it has taken so long to update. I had some real major real life things happen in the past year. My beloved lid partner of 23 years was diagnosed with cancer. Thank god that it was stage 1, she had surgery and chemo and radiation treatments so my life went on hold during that time. I want to thank everyone who has read and reviewed so far. I am hoping to get more of this done soon. Just remember there are the other short DMC stories that I have written so you can read and review those as well. Also wanted to let you know that even though Vergil and Dante are part angel in this story line, I had had that idea way before the newest DMC game was released or conceived.

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Entry 25: Sins of the Father

Father shook his head again and sighed sadly and let out a deep ragged breath, "I don't know where to start. I suppose the best place would be right after I meet your mother."

He waved to us and said, "Please sit, Nero go to your room."

"No." I said, "No, he needs to stay and he needs to hear this." I don't know why I felt this but in my heart I knew that Nero had as much right to hear this as we did. He had a right to know about our father's past and about mine and Dante's mother.

"Very well." Father sighed in resignation and waved his hand indicating that we were to sit. I sat down and leaned against the wall, Dante came over to where I was and nudged my legs apart and scooted in between them. Nero started to sit down on the opposite side of the busted out door frame but stopped when I signaled him over to sit by Dante and I. Plopping down beside me he leaned his head back against the wall and looked indifferent to the whole situation.

"God she was beautiful, and feisty." Father smiled fondly at that memory and continued, "Even though she looked delicate as thistle down she had a sting that was as sharp and deadly as a scorpions when she was riled or as I later found out someone threatened the safety of her children."

"I guess it was because she seemed so strong and capable that I didn't take into consideration that she might also be vulnerable." He looked at Dante and I and asked, "Do you remember the monster in your closet? The one that she tool care of with…ahem… 'extreme prejudice.'"

I smirked and I heard Dante give a snort of laughter, father smiled sadly at us and said, "Ah, so you do. It was things like that that made me never doubt her capabilities. There was also the fact that she was trained by her father and that mean son of a bitch uncle of hers, to hunt down and eradicate evil."

Father paused again and brought his hand up to his chest and rubbed over his heart and laughed, "I never told you boys that she shot me did I? Not only in the heart but in the head as well."

Since I had heard this story from mother earlier that day it didn't shock me. But Dante was hearing it for the first time so his reaction was different then mine, he jumped up and growled, "You take that back! You are a liar, mom would never do something like that."

I reached out and put my hand on his calf and said, "Dante yes she would." He pivoted and glared down at me and I smiled up at him and said, "She told me that she did."

He didn't question me just took me at my word. It was amazing that Dante would assume that father would lie but I wouldn't. Of course his attitude on that stemmed back to when we were children and we would have caused some sort of havoc, mother or father would sit us down and ask us if we had done it.

From a very early age I knew that it was better to tell the truth and pay the consequences at the time then to lie and get caught later and be in even more trouble. There was all that trouble of keeping track of your lies, when there were more important things to think about. Although I do admit that listening to some of the yarns that Dante would spin, I would silently applaud my twin and the quickness of his mind and glibness of his tongue. He was so smooth and confident in his story telling that butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

Dante plopped backed down to where he had been sitting between my legs, crossed his arms and huffed out, "Fine!"

Father sighed again and he looked so very sad and broken. He shook his head chasing away whatever thought had caused him distress, "Even though I was mostly earthbound I had duties that I had to attend to. There were lesser demons that had somehow slipped through from my hell, and of course there was the ones that are from the other hells that are mentioned in the religions around he world."

Father looked down and brushed the powdered plaster off his legs, "I should have known it was a trap. You don't live as long as I do and not know when something is too easy." He shook his head and let out a deep breath, "But my arrogance got in the way of common sense. I would go on this 'cake walk' and then be home in time to celebrate your birthday."

Father glanced over to where Dante and I were and shook his head sadly, "I went merrily on my way and was captured and…" He sighed then, a grim look crossed his face, propping his elbows on his knees he brought his hands up and cupped his head. When he looked up again tears were misted in his eyes, "I was tortured and held captive. I was the foul betrayer and I would pay for my transgressions. The great and powerful dark knight, Dominic Christoph Sparda brought low."

He looked at me shook his head once more and laughed bitterly, "If what happened to me was even a tenth of what you were subjected to then I am so very sorry my son."

He sighed and continued, "I know that no matter how many times I say it. No matter how many times I apologize, it won't bring her back or erase the past. I could lament I'm sorry for the rest of eternity, but it will not change the past."

His face clouded over in a combination of sorrow and pain, and when he spoke again his voice was soft and broken, "Through all the torture and degradation that I went through, the only thing that kept me sane was the thought of your mother and of you two boys and how very much I loved you."

He looked over at me and sighed, "I heard rumors that one of my sons was being held and I was shown images of what was happening to him. But I didn't believe it. I thought that it was a subtle more creative torture that had been devised to torment me. I had already been shown torturous images of what had happened to my family. Only to be shown different images of them alive and happy."

"Like I already told you I never doubted her capabilities of protecting you and herself. It's not that I didn't try to, but if I had suspected for one minute that it were real I would have fought harder to escape. I would have bartered what little bit of my soul remained for my freedom." Tears started to course down his face and he stammered out, "I thought it was all a lie, a means to drive me insane. I thought that it was a sham, everything that was shown to me, revealed, everything…except for seeing my family alive and happy."

He was silent for what seemed like an eternity but in fact was only a few minutes, "Your mother and I had worked out a system, that if I were gone for too long that she was to move, and that I would find her. She knew where I had hidden my riches so she would not be dissolute and relying on someone else for her wellbeing although she never used any of it, saying that before me she had managed to be self-sufficient and she could damn well take care of herself and her boys if something were to happen to me."

He chuckled darkly and said, "Before I left I told her to use my fortune while I was gone. Looking back now I realize that it was more of an order then my asking her. I had 'old world mannerisms' and even though I had seen the equal rights movement in full action, had been there when and celebrated right along with those lovelies when they pulled their bras off and burned them. But I digress in my tale, I had ordered this strong independent woman to let me the 'big strong man' take care of her, after all she was a fragile woman."

"Needless to say we got into a hellacious fight and she told me in no uncertain terms to do something that is physically impossible even for a devil. She called me an obtuse overbearing Neanderthal and told me to get the hell out and to come back when I grew up and realized that she was not some little helpless half brained twit that couldn't take care of herself. I tried to apologize but she pulled out Ebony and Ivory and told me again to get out of her house or she would shoot off my reason for living."

"I gathered the shreds of my dignity and I left." Father paused in the telling looks of pain and sorrow crossed his handsome face he sighed and continued, "As I said I was captured and tortured," he gave me a pained look and whispered, "I don't want to even imagine what happened to you my son, but if it were anything like what I endured then I am truly sorry."

"I won't sugar coat how I managed to escape I used an opportunity that presented itself." I saw his eyes travel over to where Nero was and saw a half smile tug at his mouth. "There was a woman, named Nyrus, who was a hybrid, half human half demon, she wanted something from me and I in turn wanted something from her, my freedom. If I would have had a soul I would have traded it to her for the end to my enslavement. Since I didn't I offered her wealth beyond anyone's imagination. She laughed at me and said she didn't want wealth, she wanted something a little more," He paused for dramatic effect,… "personal."

Father bowed his head and continued, "I told her that I couldn't give her my heart, that it had already been claimed. She snorted as said to me that she didn't want something so plebian. She didn't want my promise of undying love or anything so human. What she wanted was, well, uhm how do I say this delicately?"

Before he could find the appropriate words Dante let out an exasperated snort and said, "For the love of god dad, just spit it out."

Father's head snapped up and he glared at Dante, "I was trying to come up with a way to say that she wanted me to have sexual relations with her and not embarrass either you or myself young man." He must of realized what he had just said because his face turned bright red.

Nero stuttered out, "Wha…wha…what?" I looked over at my little brother and saw that he too was bright red.

Dante being Dante, crowed, "You boned her didn't you?"

Father did a classic face palm and shook his head back and forth and sighed, "If that is the vernacular that is being used now then yes, I boned her. It wasn't making love, it was just a good old fashioned," and he said a word that I never thought I would hear my father say, "fucking. It was a double physical release for me. One being pent up sexual frustration and the other having the chains that bound me removed."

He didn't pause long enough for Dante, Nero or I to say anything but continued, "I escaped and came back to look for my beloved wife and my boys only to find devastation. I swear to you I searched for you. But there was no trace of any of you. I left that are and came here and built this house and became a recluse. Then eleven months after I had escaped and had taken myself off the grid, Nyrus showed up at my door and thrust a baby in my arms and said, 'Here, he's your son and I don't want him.' And she left."

He looked at us again and smiled a combination of joy and sadness, "There I was with this baby in my arms and I thought that here I had been given another chance at being a father and this time I wasn't going to mess it up. I raised Nero as a single parent happy in the joy that even though he wasn't mine and my beloved Eva's son he was still mine. Time passed and I started hearing word that a new hells gate had opened and yes even though I was compelled to go and do what I felt was my duty, I didn't want to leave my son. I couldn't have handled loosing him as well. But in those rumors that I heard I also caught bits that humanity had a new champion, a champion that was fighting the demons and other ilk that was pouring out of this hells gate. At first I ignored it then when the talk turned to it being two champions my curiosity got the better of me and I had to go and find out for myself."

He stood walked through the ruin of his room and knelt down in front of us and said softly, "And you know the rest. How I brought my boys here to be with me."