Author's Note: After this chapter I will speed up the clock. Dante's Inferno, also known as The Divine Comedy, is quite a famous book by Dante Alighieri. Hmm, the warrior guided by the poet….Let's see who gets it!

Author's Warning: Violence

Chapter 3: Dante's Inferno

Death shrieks and blood thirsty cries were heard as blood showers baptized the new Devil. He slashed with his claws and fangs, his temper wild as anger fueled and heated his blood. He even slashed and crushed demons with his tail! He gouged with his horns, anything and everything . He crushed their skulls and devoured their hearts. He didn't realize that his home was ablaze thanks to his blood frenzy.

Dante hugged his knees, still inside his wardrobe. He felt the heat and heard the crackle of the flames that were devouring his home. He tried to reach out for his twin but all he felt was unbridled carnage.

Vergil…..Dante called out through their bond. Help….me…. With his last bit of strength, Dante managed to encase himself in a shield to protect himself from the flames and silently prayed he would be found.

Vergil dropped the last heartless carcass onto the blood soaked ground and walked as if in a trance. He licked the blood from his lips and picked up Yamato, heading away from the ruins, oblivious to his twins call for help. All he heard was a demand to gain more power. He not only wanted power, he wanted revenge. He silently vowed to never be weak again. He had no one to blame but himself. It wasn't even Dante's fault! He spread his wings and took to the sky, determined to begin his pursuit.

Where am I? Dante asked before hissing and shielding his eyes and coughing.

"Hey Sarge, we got a live one!" A voice said loudly, making Dante whimper and wince. The voice apologized and helped him up into a wheelchair. Dante couldn't bear to look at what lay before him. He knew that somewhere in the charred ruins was his mother. His eyes hurt so much from the smoke that his vision was blurred. The police took him to the hospital in where Dante passed out.

"Well Young Man, you gave us quite a fright." The kind hearted doctor said as Dante opened his eyes again. Dante felt cool sheets under him, he was in a hospital bed. He tried to speak but found he couldn't. His vision was still a bit fuzzy as well.

"You inhaled quite a bit of smoke lad." The doctor said. "Thankfully both are temporary. Other those two things, you are unscathed. Not one burn mark anywhere. You are a lucky boy." Dante looked at the doctor questioningly.

"I'm sorry lad, there were no other survivors . All the police found was you, and a few weapons. Everything else….I'm sorry lad." Dante put his face into his hands in dismay. His entire life, all he knew, gone…. He gasped when he still felt his amulet! He pulled it out and the doctor smiled.

"That jewel is another marvel to survive the fire. I looked at the engraving I hope you don't mind. Which one are you?" Dante couldn't speak but he could write. He gestured for a pen and paper which the doctor handed and Dante wrote in elegant cursive one word: Dante.

"Ah, such a strong name lad." The doctor gushed. "Are you familiar with the story behind your name?" Dante shook his head but he looked interested. The doctor laughed softly, for he had children that were Dante's age. He knew that look…. He checked over Dante's vitals.

"Dante was a renowned Knight, he was called away to fight in The Holy Crusades . The mission was to fight in the name of God and to find the holiest of relics, The Holy Grail. Dante was reluctant to leave, for he feared for the well being of his beloved fiancée, Beatrice. He vowed to return to her, faithful only to her. Beatrice swore the same, even offering up her own pure soul to Lucifer if the vow was broken by either party." Dante blinked and gave a look. Boy was she stupid! The doctor couldn't help but laugh softly at the look.

"Yes, it was pretty foolish. But she didn't know that it would come true. During his tenure, Dante's head was turned and Beatrice's soul was collected, by Lucifer himself. He killed not only Beatrice but Dante's own father, who was tasked by his son to protect her. But he didn't know that the man had dark intentions of his own when it pertained to his future daughter in law." Dante grimaced. Dirty old fuck!

"You remind me so much of my own son, he would pull such looks as well. So Dante, distraught at what happened to his beloved sewed a crucifix into his skin both front and back as penance, and he determined to save his beloved. He encountered Death himself and battled. He prevailed but when he picked up Death's Scythe, unbeknownst to him, it killed him, or so he believed…" Dante yawned. The doctor nodded and tucked the boy into bed.

"Dante battled and prevailed the nine circles of Hell itself, reclaimed the soul of his love and in turn redeemed himself. Your name heralds that of a warrior whose destiny is great but has many trials before him. Think on this lad, You just endured and survived a tragedy….miraculously I might add."

Dante shrugged a bit before yawning again and falling asleep. The doctor ruffled Dante's hair and smiled as his eyes glowed. Son of Sparda, your destiny is just beginning! You are your father's son…You will prevail! With a last ruffle, the doctor left the boy to rest peacefully. He knew the true inferno was not the blaze that destroyed the boy's home and family. It was the inferno within the boy! He is the Inferno . The doctor smirked. And when the time comes, Dante will blaze through Hell…and there will be no stopping him!

Dante managed to recover well, but even though he remembered his name and who he was, he decided to listen to his mother's last wish to begin anew. Before he was discharged and bound for Morris Island, Dante thanked the kind hearted doctor who gifted him with a book: Dante's Inferno.

"Have a good journey lad." The doctor said. " And no matter how hard it may seem, prevail, even if you have to burst down a few walls to get through. Give them Hell!" Dante grinned and nodded.

"I will Doc, and thanks." Dante said, determined to begin his life over. He had no aunts nor uncles so he was sent to a foster family on Morris Island. They were expecting him on the first ferry and he didn't want to be late. He waved the doctor goodbye after he packed the book into his bag and hoisted it over one shoulder. The doctor nodded and watched as the surviving Son of Sparda, now renamed Anthony "Tony" Redgrave, was driven away from Redgrave City and to the ferry. All of Hell, beware, for Inferno's wrath will rain down upon thee…