Dante ran through the possibilities as he made his was through the thick fog that invaded the streets.

He thought of nearly two hundred possible scenarios for the upcoming situation.

It could have been a demon luring him out, or a prank call. The first held some merit while the second was simply ridiculous.

Eventually Dante came to the conclusion that he was just nervous. He was nervous that his family would be split apart again, nervous that Vergil would still reject their familial bonds.

Dante also pondered how to ask Vergil about Nero. Dante knew Vergil would be looking for Yamato, and having left it in Nero's hands all Dante could do was shrug.

The fog seemed to be suffocating, a typical trait of supernatural occurances. Dante let his fingers drift towards Ebony, just in case.

As he walked closer to his destination, Dante felt more and more sure that some kind of demon was waiting there.

In the back of his mind, Dante brewed up another scenario. Maybe the demon had forced Vergil to call the shop to lure the other Sparda brother into the open.

Dante decided to believe that one. He would rather have his brother alive than be imitated by some copycat demon.

The devil slayer couldn't help but notice the distinct lack of demons in the area. Normally he could sense their presence even in supernatural conditions, but tonight it was silent and empty.

That also brought up the question of what made the demons disappear in the first place. Just a few hours ago the demons were rampaging wildly looking for either him or Vergil, but now it was completely silent.

Dante held onto the grip of Ebony tightly, becoming more nervous as he walked.

Dante glanced at a nearby signpost. The street name and number were familiar, letting Dante know that his destination was few left turns away.

The devil slayer began to speed walk as he grew closer to his destination. He was eager to find out if Vergil was alive, mostly out of his own need for closure. He didn't abandon the thought that he worried for his brother either.

Dante turned another corner, relying on his devil instincts to locate Vergil's presence. He felt a small pulse of energy nearby, on the exact same street he had been told to go to.

Dante had learned early on how to use his demonic senses to locate other living beings. Each creaure had a unique reading that Dante could pinpoint and lock on to, which helped greatly in battles were his vision was obscured.

Demons normally gave off stronger readings than humans, but humans also gave off extremely unique readings. A demon was normally powerful, but a human was more noticeable.

That also meant that Dante was easy to notice by other demons. His mixture of human and demon made him extremely unique, making his presence difficult to conceal.

Vergil gave off his own reading, but it was colder and less noticeable when compared to Dante.

Dante knew right away that something was wrong when Vergil's reading was much easier to notice than he remembered. It was like a lantern in a pitch black cave.

Dante gritted his teeth and moved forward, his hand nearly glued to Ebony.

He rounded the corner and stopped in his tracks. The fog was thick, but the street light made it easy to see.

Under the street light was a clearly human silhouette. Blood was scattered around the street and multiple dead demons were spread about.

The blue of Vergil's coat made the blood on it even more noticeable than the blue color itself.

Dante could hear the ragged breaths from where he was standing, which was a good fifteen feet away.

A nearby phone booth bore a trail of blood that led right to Vergil, giving away how he had managed to call the shop.

Dante moved forward slowly, making his steps loud and heavy. The other half devil didn't seem to notice that somebody else was present until Dante was standing right in front of him.

Vergil's entire image looked wounded. His coat was stained with blood and bore a large gash in the right side of the material. His normally swiped back hair was loose and bloodstained, hiding his tired eyes.

Dante felt himself age at the sight. Vergil's head moved upward ever so slightly, allowing the half devil to peer through his bangs and lock eyes with his brother.

"Hey bro."

"Hello brother."

Silence took hold again, leaving the two brothers in relative silence. Vergil's ragged breaths grew slower by the minute and Dante forced himself to speak.

"You need some help?"

Vergil let out a particularly labored sigh before relaxing into the street light he was leaning on.

"That would be... Very much appreciated, yes."

Dante nodded and reached forward. Vergil took a moment to look at Dante's hand.

The black glove still bore the gash in it from so many years ago. Vergil took Dante's hand with a brotherly energy, allowing the younger half devil to hoist him upward.

Dante slung Vergil's arm over his shoulder carefully before starting to move. Vergil's steps were slow and calculated, trying to preserve what little energy he had left.

Another gap of silence was apparent as the two walked slowly in the cold night fog.

Eventually Vergil did something that shocked Dante.

"You kept the glove?"

Vergil asked, sparking a small pang of joy in Dante's chest. Vergil wasn't normally for conversation, showing how close the brothers were.

"Yeah, I did."

Dante said with a chuckle as the two moved forward into the night.