This is the final entry:

I have found out the truth behind my ancestry, and I am ashamed of what I have become.

I have become something my father was, but turned away from, and fought against until the very end of his life. What my mother often told my brother and I; I remember now.

I am the second son of Sparda, Legendary Dark Knight. The one who fought against and defeated Mundus when he saw the atrocities being unleashed upon the humans.

I have tried to kill my own twin brother, not once but twice. So this entry is for him. And I have written it in English so if he has not learned the dialect he can understand it.

Dante, my brother, if you are reading this, then you know who and what I am.

And that I am gone.

Please do not grieve for me. For I am happy knowing that you became what our father wanted us to be. At least one of us did. I am honestly ashamed that I have done some things that are better left unsaid.

Just know this: I fought you with honor, as our mother told us our father always fought his foes. The last time we fought, you obviously won. Do not worry, it is the way it was meant to be.

Go on with your life, and your life's journies. I am done here.

I died knowing that you are at least safe, and carrying on the tradition our father started. You now have the amulet in whole. Your sword is now the very one our father carried until his death. Carry it with pride.

I am proud of you. Do not miss me. I am gone, but I would never have wanted to come back to the human world. For I have spent far too much time amongst the demon world. It never would have worked for me to try to find my humanity again. It's long since left me I fear.

One of my regrets is not knowing you. Not having been able to share the grief you have carried with you all these years when our mother was taken from us; and myself, also I would imagine. I wish now, that I'd never been brought here. I wish I had known sooner who I was. I may have been able to come back, and help you avenge the death of our mother.

However my deepest regret is, that I never remembered you until it was too late. If I had...

Alas, it was not meant to be. Fate, such as it is, can indeed be most cruel at times.

Although I was but a child when I was brought here. My mind...Ah stupid excuses. There is no excuse for what I have done. I know that.

I have sought forgiveness from One Who holds higher power than anyone in the Underworld. My last hope is that I was heard. For I truly regret my past sins against humanity, and above all against myself. I feel like a complete Judas, for turning against everything and everyone.

I sense that I have been heard.

I feel a light entering my black soul. Perhaps, there is hope for me after all.

I hear a voice. It is our mother calling to me.

I am at peace finally.

You were meant to carry on.

Until we meet again...On that higher plane.

Your brother, Vergil.

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The End...