Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or anything that pertains to them. I wish I owned Dante though. He's so cool! I only own the character Gabriel. So don't sue me because I got nothing of value, except for my PS2 and my Devil May Cry game. J

Chapter 2- A Heinous Plan Revealed

            Dante released a loud groan as he came into consciousness. His eyes slowly fluttered open and he tried to focus them. Pure darkness surrounded him, encircling him in oblivion. The back of his head and his back were throbbing killing him with pain. He tried to move his hand to his head, but he couldn't. His arms were tied behind him above his head. He felt his eyelids threatening to close again. They closed slowly and then they fluttered open again.

            Some torches had been lit and a Nelo Angelo stood at the door of the cell. The one that had knocked Dante out. So Dante was in a dungeon. That explained the darkness. This time Dante did not say a word regarding his brother Vergil. The Nelo walked over to him and stood in front of him. He reverted from his devil mode and appeared clad in red. The Nelo was now a mirror image to Dante. "What's wrong Dante? No words of wisdom?" He asked mockingly.

            Dante looked at him confused. "How could it be you? I killed you!" Dante shouted at him. He glanced at the Nelo, confused. "Didn't I?" He asked in a lowered voice, unsure.

This is the same Nelo I fought when I battled Mundus, Dante thought. He was the one that had half of the same amulet as Dante. The amulet that his mother had given him and know he had bestowed it to Gabriel, his son and legacy.

            "I don't know what you are referring too." The Angelo spoke up, bringing Dante back to reality. "I am surprised that you are the offspring of the legendary dark knight Sparda and that you defeated my lord single handily. Yet you were caught so easy. It perplexes my mind, Dante." He eyed Dante, sizing him up.

            "Don't flatter yourself." Dante told him. "Things have changed since the day I defeated Mundus." He lowered his gaze from the Nelo. "Many things have changed." He added sadly. 

            The Nelo interrupted him, bringing Dante's attention back to him. "Yes I know all about the death of your wife. You feel you failed her because you could not save her from that demonic attack." The Angelo continued to stare at him, because his words were clearly affecting Dante. He could feel the agony and pain emanating from him. The memories of his wife's death were still fresh in his mind. Dante averted his eyes from the Angelo.

            The Angelo snickered at Dante, clearly enjoying the pain he was causing. "It has made you weak." He mused. "The legendary Dark Night Dante Sparda." He said mockingly.

            Dante looked up at him, anger in his eyes. His eyes glowed bright red for an instant. "What do you want with me?" Dante snarled at him. "Or are you just going to bore me to death with your long boring speeches?"

            The Nelo eyed him approvingly at Dante's retort. Apparently, not all of the cockiness had left Dante. He let the comment slide and addressed his first question. "My lord wanted you out of the way, but I don't see why he was worried about you. You are no longer a threat to him. You are broken, not even half of what you were before."

            Dante spoke up. "Then why am I still here? Why am I your prisoner?"

            The Angelo looked at him. "You will stay here to make sure you don't interfere."

            "Interfere? With what?" Dante asked slightly confused.

            The Angelo smiled at him maliciously. He leaned into Dante, right by his ear. Like if, he was telling Dante a secret. "Why are you our prisoner, because we don't want you to interfere with the capture and death of your son. My lord wants him and all the Sparda threats eliminated." The Angelo pulled away just in time to see the horrified look on Dante's face.

            Dante's eyes opened up wide. "No…No….you can't!" He shouted desperately. "Leave my son out of this! He has nothing to do with this! He is innocent!"

            "Yes he is innocent," The Angelo gripped Dante by the chin. Making him see eye to eye with him. "And you are going to help us destroy him." Dante watched as the Nelo' face, which looked just like Dante, twist into a horrible smirk.

It was frightening to see his own image saying those words to him. Dante's face went pale at the thought of hurting his son. The Angelo laughed at the expression on Dante's face.

            It can't be true, Dante thought desperately.

            "It will take a while to brainwash you, but we have nothing but time." The Angelo informed him.

            "I see no point to your plan. Mundus is dead." Dante told him.

            The Nelo Dante's face spread into a maniacal smile. "Yes, Lord Mundus is dead but when he returns there will be no Sparda descendent to fight against him. The world will have no hope and Lord Mundus will rule with an iron fist."

            Dante glanced into the Nelo Dante's face. His blue eyes blazing in opposition. "I would rather die then to help you hurt my son." Dante told him and he meant it with every syllable he uttered in that sentence.

            "I knew you would say that. Humans are so predictable, but it's not as if you have a choice in the matter. Just accept it Sparda." The Angelo told him. He turned around and walked away. Leaving Dante to his turbulent thoughts.

            One thought stood out amongst the others very clearly.

I will not kill my son, Dante vowed to himself. No matter what.