Status: In progress

Author's Comments: Disclaimer: I own nothing. All the characters in this story belong to Capcom. This is my first DMC story. I just had to write something, so I started with something I knew I could write. Childhood vocabulary.

All Good Things...

A 5 year old boy wearing pale blue pajamas lay in his bed, smiling up at an amulet he was holding above his head. It's gold chain shimmered in the light cast from the ceiling lamp. His bright blue eyes sparkled, contrasting with the deep red of the jewel mounted on the necklace.

'If I cross my eyes, it looks kinda like a big smiley face...'

From his position on the top bunk, he could lift up his legs, and pretend he was walking on the ceiling. The boy lay the jewel down on his face, right on the middle of his forehead, pulling the chain up over his head.

'I'm gonna make sure it never gets a scratch on it...'

"Hey Vergil!" A small voice whispered from the doorway to the room. Vergil ignored it.

"Lookie what I got!" The same voice commanded, excitement clear in his tone. Virgil looked down. And back up. And down again.

"Are you CRAZY?!" Vergil shouted, the necklace slipping around his neck as he shot up.

A small boy with the same white hair and blue eyes and pajamas as Vergil was grinning insanely up at him. He too had a necklace with a red amulet on it. In his hands he held a massive sword. A sword that was *supposed* to be hanging over the fireplace, and to never be played with. Or even touched. He held it by the hilt, pointing downward, it's length almost towering over the delinquent's mussed up head.

"Shhh! You don't want Mommy to hear, do you?!" He held his finger up to his mouth, motioning silence.

"....Dante....what are you gonna do...?" Vergil asked, his voice becoming nervous, and worry appearing in his eyes.

Dante sat down cross legged on the floor, propping the sword between his feet by the hilt. "I'm gonna get rid of the underworld, just like Daddy wanted to do!" He smiled widely, closing his eyes, satisfied with his idea.

Vergil on he other hand, wasn't. "And just how do you plan on doing that...?" He asked sarcastically, a skeptical look on his face. "Mommy wouldn't even let you hit that mean kid next door with a stick."

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"I'll do it when I get older..."

A beautiful blond woman was walking into the living room from the kitchen. The boys had played in the mud again, and left brown foot prints all over the white linoleum. Grateful for a break, she was about to head for the bathroom to take a shower, when she noticed something missing......

"Not if Mommy takes the Force Edge away from you. Again."

There was a very noticeable empty space over the fireplace. Her late husband's sword was supposed to adorn that wall. Unless....

"She won't notice this time. She'll be too distracted by the mud pie in the refrigerator."

Dante was supposed to be playing by the window... But when she checked, there was no one there. Sword missing.... Dante missing...

"Dante, she's gonna know you've got it. You may as well just give it back to her."

Eva snapped her fingers and smiled. So her little ornery one had taken it again. That Dante... what was a mother to do...

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"No. I've still got a mission to do." Dante said, grabbing the hilt, and raising it slightly.

Vergil hopped down from the bunk bed. "That's gonna be hard when you're in time-out for the rest of your life."

Dante got a far away look in his eyes. "I'm gonna fight dragons, and save princesses, just like Daddy.."

Vergil approached the sword, and lightly ran his finger along the blade. "I'm pretty sure Daddy was a different kind of Knight...." He commented distractedly.

"You mean he didn't wear armor? Boy, those dragons probably didn't know what hit 'em!" Dante said excitedly.

"No... I mean... Mommy said Daddy fought things worse than dragons...." Vergil replied, his young face solemn.

Dante looked down. "I know... I know what Daddy was...." His face held a melancholic look. "But that only makes me wanna fight more...and someday become...."

Vergil was wary. Dante wasn't usually so subdued.

"... The Legendary Dark Knight Dante!" Dante shouted, raising the sword up high, as if to confirm his declaration.

"You dork!" Vergil yelled back, holding Dante's head down. "You couldn't hurt a fly!"

"Lemme go Vergil! You're just jealous!" Dante growled, while trying to avoid Vergil's hand on his head.

"Did you get hit in the head by a rock!? I bet you couldn't even beat a little dragon!" Vergil said, while trying to give Dante a noogy.

"I bet I could!" Dante replied, now grinning.

"Bet ya can't!"

"But before that I'm gonna get YOU!" Dante giggled. Then he stopped. Vergil had let him go.

The boy was looking out their bedroom window. There was a bright light in the sky. It enveloped the entire room. A terrifying, red, pulsating light. An evil light. Lives were about to be changed. Forever.