Oookay, this took me forever to get out. . .Sorry to those who care. (bow) We have action today though! Mwahahah!!

Oh, I don't own DMC, everyone but Dante and Vergil and anyone you know from DMC are mine. Take them I stab you with a blunt spoon. Unless you have my permission.

Chapter 16

Dyne felt something hit him hard in the back of the head, causing him to stumble forward. He yelled out in pain, whipping around quickly to face whoever had just hit him. Reese was standing there, a small, broken baton in his hand. He looked at it in surprise, and then looked at Dyne with the same gaze.

"My God, Sparda brat! You got one hell of a thick head there!" He laughed, throwing the broken weapon aside. Dyne didn't see this as a laughable matter, and he snarled, lunging forward at the human. Just as he lashed out with his gauntlet, Reese stepped to the side, grabbing Dyne's arm and bringing his knee up into his stomach.

It certainly didn't feel like he'd just been kicked by a human, and Dyne doubled over, gasping. He felt Reese let him go, and then felt him slam his fists down into his back, causing him to hit the ground. As he hit, he heard Nevia yell something from behind him, which gave him encouragement to stand back up. His vision was partially blurred, but he could see Reese step back a few paces, chuckling to himself the entire time.

Dyne growled low in his throat, standing and staggering back a step. He glared at Reese viciously, his mind in no mood for rational thinking. As he heard another yell from Nevia behind him, Dyne spun around, seeing her slash into one of the many men around her with the flat of her sword.

Nevia was surrounded. She tried to keep attacking, but every time she would, she'd feel someone hit her. Someone grabbed both her arms, keeping her from signing any spells as another grabbed her by the hair, pulling her down backwards onto the ground. She glared up, seeing Dyne rushing into the crowd.

Dyne seemed to roar as his hand hit the first guy he came to. The man was sent forward a few feet, colliding into another and causing them both to topple over to the ground. There were three men holding Nevia down, and five more standing in his path to her.

As he ran at the closest human, Dyne felt someone grab him by the back of his coat. He quickly tugged himself out of the coat, then more freely charged forward at the others. Reese held up the coat, then sighed and chunked it to the ground.

"What are you idiots waiting for!? Attack them all at once fools!" Reese yelled in irritation. His comrades seemed to obey, and the ones that were still standing out in the street started coming into the alley. With a quick glance, Dyne counted out thirteen of them, including Reese. There were also already five guys on the ground, which meant eighteen; however, Dyne doubted they'd be getting back up.

Dyne saw an arm swing out at him from one of the men, then ducked down. After the arm cleared overhead, he brought his head up sharply into the mans lower jaw, sending him stumbling back. Dyne quickly tried to avert his attention back to Nevia, who was struggling and threw a guy off of her. Three more jumped in his place, one wrapping his arms around her torso, another grabbing her around the neck, while the other tried to get her legs, but was quickly downed with a swift kick to the groin from Nevia.

Dyne leapt over two men as they tried to tackle him, then straight at the one with his hands around the girl's neck. He grappled the guy to the ground, then rolled, throwing him away in the process.

With Dyne turned away, the others began to take advantage of it. Before Dyne could get up fully, he felt something stab painfully into his back. He snarled angrily, coming up fully and swinging his arm around behind him, backhanding his assailant across the face with Cerbis.

There was another jolt of pain in Dyne's back as he felt someone slash him across the back with a knife, causing Dyne to growl low in his throat. He jumped and spun, kicking this one in the side of the head as he did so.

Just as he landed, two other men grabbed him, one latching onto his back and the other grabbing his right arm, where Cerbis was equipped. As Dyne turned to try and shake them off, another one was waiting, then slammed his large dagger into Dyne's stomach, causing him to groan and double over slightly. Dyne glared up at him, then grabbed the guys hand, wrenching it and the dagger from his stomach. He twisted his wrist, feeling the bone snap under his grip and leering as the guy screamed in pain. Dyne head butted him in the nose, letting his hand go, then pulled the other one holding his right arm closer to him and brought his knee up into his diaphragm. He was rewarded with a loud gasp and a freed arm.

The guy on Dyne's back was easily removed by slamming himself back first into the wall. He heard his head thud into it, and felt his grip let up and he slid off Dyne's back as Dyne moved away some, charging back toward Nevia.

Unfortunately, two more came at Dyne, one moving away quickly. Dyne disregarded him and went straight for the other one, making a dash at him with Cerbis. There was a loud blast, and Dyne felt something rip through his side and straight out the other side. He was forced to stagger slightly to his left, but stayed on his feet, looking down at the bullet hole in his right side, then in the left. He sighed and turned his head, glaring over at the one he'd thought was going to leave him alone as he began to lower his gun.

Dyne blinked at him, then looked at the one he had been going after, shaking his head. "Fuckers..." He grabbed him by the head, throwing him into the one with the gun, sending both flying backwards into the wall behind them.

Suddenly, Dyne felt a hand wrap itself around his throat and push him back first into the wall of the alley. He let out a groan of pain as his sliced and stabbed back hit the brick. As he looked up, Reese was stooped over him and grinning, one arm extended to Dyne's throat, the other pointing at Nevia.

Nevia was pinned to the ground on her back, numerous men holding her there. One had her by the hair, while others held each of her arms and legs. She couldn't sign any spells, but tried to thrash as well as possible, bucking and arching her back, but couldn't get her legs or arms free.

"LET ME GO!!" Nevia hissed viciously, never feeling so helpless. These men looked like normal humans, but their aura was almost untraceable, which seemed to be why they could sneak up on one so easily. Despite looking human, something about their strength seemed inhuman. They certainly weren't as strong as Reese, but still stronger than any normal human being. So much so, in fact, that Nevia felt powerless under them, even with her demonic blood.

Dyne snarled and spat in Reese's grip, causing him to only tighten his hand. Dyne grabbed at the arm holding him, blood seeping down from his back, side, and stomach and onto the pavement. His boots slipped around in the small pool that was forming quickly, but the wounds were trying to close up.

"Give it up Sparda brat. You won't get loose, and besides. . .one wrong move could result in something very bad happening to your girl friend over there." Reese warned in a cool, almost bored voice. Dyne's icy blue eyes switched from Reese, down to Nevia, whose head had just been wretched upward by her hair.

The man holding her head sneered down at her maliciously, then back around to his comrades. There were still a few of them standing in the alley, most of them helping the injured ones. "Are we supposed to get the girl too?"

"No, she's just a trump card for the brat." Reese replied, keeping his smirk on Dyne. "You can do with her as you please."

The guys holding Nevia exchanged looks, then all leered and looked back down at her. "Heh, permission."

Nevia's eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed into a glare. "Don't you even think about it." She advised in a calm voice. Most of the men watching scoffed at her warning, some even snickered. One of them holding her down by the leg even had the gale to touch her thigh causing her to growl low, almost animal-like, then glare at him. Dyne could see this, and snarled viciously, trying to break free again. Nevia continued glaring at her offender, ignoring Dyne. "You're going to die."

All of the men holding her down, even some just standing around scoffed and laughed at her words, even Reese, who punched Dyne smartly across the face as he tried to crane his head down to bite his arm. She tensed up as the same guy tried to move his hand up her leg more.

"Is that so?" One eyebrow arched high on Nevia's forehead as she glared at him, seeing a black shadow go across him, then away as a large black bird flew overhead, landing on an electrical wire. Her eyes followed it and she watched it perch and ruffle its feathers. The wire sagged horribly under its weight, the bird looking about the size of a large chicken. It looked down at her with a crimson eye, its head cocked to one side.

A light, twisted grin crossed Nevia's face as she looked back down at the man. "That's right." Just then, the bird flapped its wings hard, cawing loudly enough to cause everyone to look up at it, except for Dyne, who was beginning to become unconscious from being choked.

Reese frowned up at the bird. "A raven? It's a bit too late in the fall for crows to still be hanging around. . ."

Nevia laughed at his remark. "Not for mine." Suddenly, there was a strange, faint noise that seemed to become louder every second. Reese listened intently, the noise sounding almost like strange crackling or cawing.

Before anyone had time to react, about thirty large, ebony birds flew down into the alley, seeming to attack the humans around Dyne and Nevia. One flew straight into the side of Reese's head, clawing at him and flapping its wings violently. He was forced to let Dyne go, shielding his face from the animal's beak and talons.

Dyne sunk down onto the concrete, gasping and panting for air. He looked around in bewilderment, not sure of what exactly was going on. He looked up at the one that still rested on the power line and watched it swoop down, digging it's long, sharp talons into the shoulder of the one that had been trying to pester Nevia.

All of the men holding Nevia were forced to let her go as the birds started attacking them, but the largest one clung to the perverted one, gouging into the side of his head with its massive beak. The guy screamed and tried to get it off, but it only released him, flying up some and clawed at his scalp, screeching loudly. The sound was not something one would hear from a raven or a crow, but something more demonic.

The demon bird's claws sunk deep into the mans scalp as it pecked furiously at his face and eyes, the screeching still coming from its throat. Nevia grinned in satisfaction and got to her feet as the man collapsed to the ground and the giant bird released him.

Nevia stood calmly, putting one arm out and allowing the large bird to perch there. It began to groom placidly, as though it had done nothing wrong. Nevia quickly looked over at Dyne as he began to stand up, Reese struggling against a few birds near him. She stepped quietly over to Dyne, ignoring the chaos around her.

"You alright, Dyne?" She asked, putting her arm down as the bird climbed its way up to her shoulder. Dyne stared up at her and the giant bird, a confused look on his face.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Dyne asked, beginning to breath evenly again. He leaned against the wall some, holding his stomach as the wounds began to completely seal up.

"What? I thought you'd be grateful." Nevia scoffed, petting the raven on her shoulders head. It made a light crackling sound, then nuzzled her cheek, hardly stained with the blood of the man it'd just killed.

"I never said I wasn't." A smirk crossed Dyne's lips as he stared around at the scene of panic. He nodded, then slipped off his holsters and began to remove his blood soaked, tattered shirt. He looked at it crossly, then chunked it to the ground. "Gonna need another shirt now, babe."

"You better pay me back for these." Nevia warned dully, then moved past the many men and birds silently, scooping up his coat and coming back. She threw it over to him, grinning. "Don't fuck that up too now. I'm sure Vergil wouldn't be too happy."

"Of course." Dyne laughed, slipping on his holsters and the coat quickly. Both he and Nevia didn't act the least bit perturbed by the panicked and screaming voices around them, or the loud cawing of the birds.

Nevia gave Dyne a quick pat on the shoulder and sighed. "I'm going to go get Vergil. I'll be back as soon as I can." As Dyne smirked and nodded, she turned to leave, but then tilted her head back in his direction. "Why not test your magic now, eh?"

Dyne nodded again to her as she trotted off, then grinned at Reese as he grabbed the only bird attacking him now around the neck, hurling it into the wall. He then scowled at Dyne furiously, a few scratches seeping blood on his face.

"Vergil? Yes, go ahead and call in the tank. . ." Reese growled, lunging at the still smirking Dyne. Dyne jumped up and flipped over him, then landed a few feet away, turning back to grin.

"Why not? He scare ya?" Dyne chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. Without Nevia around and a keen mind, Dyne would have no problem taking care of the remaining men.

"Oh no, he doesn't scare me, but it doesn't matter if he comes, because by the time he gets here, you'll already be gone." Reese sneered as the crows began to fly off. It became rather silent in the alley suddenly, and Dyne broke the peace with a scoff.

"Well, we'll just have to see about that, now won't we?" He looked around quickly, seeing only three of the ten men left, including Reese; however, he grinned as five more came into the alleyway now. He shifted his weight some and laughed lightly. "Alright, more guests."

Reese was tiring of Dyne's childish behavior and motioned for the others to attack. Dyne's eyebrows raised some as most of them moved into a group and two of them drew pistols, aiming them at him.

Just before the men shot, Dyne spun to the side, dodging the oncoming bullets swiftly. He took toward them at a run, then jumped to the wall, running along it until he was to their side. Before they could turn to shoot at him again, he jumped off the wall and came down at one of the two with Cerbis, slamming the gauntlet into his face. Needless to say, the guy crumpled to the ground with a hard cracking sound as his head hit the pavement.

Dyne stood back up quickly as the other pointed his gun at him, then kicked it out of his hand and grabbed it as it came down. He flung the weapon high into the air and onto the roof of one of the surrounding buildings, leaving the man defenseless. Dyne swiftly moved at him, shoulder-butting him away and into a pile of trash that laid on the ground.

Now the other five came at Dyne slowly, all with either large knives or short batons like the one Reese had had. Dyne stretched his arms up into the air, groaning. He cracked his neck and knuckles, then squatted down into a fighters stance. "Come on then!"

They all seemed more than happy to, quickly trying to surround Dyne. He actually let them do so, then looked around and scoffed. "Oh dear. . .What am I gonna do now?" He laughed sarcastically, putting his gauntlet-free hand up some. Everyone hesitated as they watched him, not sure of what to do. Dyne's hand seemed to catch aflame suddenly, and he grinned, looking around at the group of opponents. "Let's warm things up a bit, eh?"

One of the guys made a jump at Dyne, but he merely ducked down low, letting him fly over him. Dyne slammed his hand palm first into the ground, then watched as the flames vanished. Everyone including Dyne stood there stiffly, waiting to see what would happen for a moment.

After about ten seconds of nothing, there were many growls of anger from the crowd, and a few mocking scoffs. Dyne sighed and stood back up, the men closing in around him now. "Uh oh. . ." Dyne smirked and just stood there.

Suddenly, a hot blast of air seemed to shoot from the ground around Dyne, blowing his hair and coat up some. The group, save one, who was just about to attack Dyne as this happened, stepped back a pace in unison as flames seemed to sprout up at Dyne's feet. They licked around him for a moment, not fazing him in the least, the spread out a few feet, catching the man that had been coming at him. The flames did harm him, lighting his whole body ablaze quickly.

Dyne smirked as the guy started yelling and jumped to the ground after running a few feet, rolling to try and put himself out. The fire died away from Dyne's body slowly, and the remaining four men stared at Dyne in bewilderment, then all charged at the same time.

Dyne sighed lightly, then leapt up as they came, bringing his legs out to kick two at a time. He caught a leg around one guys head, clamping the leg into a grip around his head. He then kicked off of another's chest, spinning around with that one leg still around the guys head. There was a sharp cracking sound as the guys neck snapped, and Dyne used his leg to push himself upward, letting loose from the man and landing behind him as he fell limply to the ground.

Dyne turned around to the others, then gave them a quick taunt to dare them to come at him again. There were only three, and they'd be fools to even consider it.

Reese groaned at the small troupe, then whistled to them. "Everyone out! We'll finish this later!" He snarled, and all three of Dyne's assailants began to back off slowly, running from the alley.

Dyne smirked as Reese glared at him, a look of loathing on his face. "You're lucky this time, Sparda brat. Next time, I won't be so lenient." Reese warned, clapping his hands together once, then dashed off after the others.

Dyne grabbed Reese by the collar of his jacket, trying to pull him back. Reese merely pulled the same stunt Dyne had, slipping free of the jacket and dashing off. Before Dyne could go after him, three large spell portals opened up on the ground in front of him. He backed up slightly as three tall goat-like creatures emerged, each stretching a pair of dark, leathery wings. Dyne grinned up at them, shaking his head.

"Ah great. . .Goatlings." He scoffed, drawing the Cerbis sword from his gauntlet. He rolled to one side as one came running at him to punch him, then stabbed forward, sending it stumbling back a step with the blow. Dyne moved swiftly again as the second goatling came at him, joining the other in trying to swipe at him.

Dyne spun to the side as the two tried to attack him, seeing the third one take to the air, flapping its huge wings behind it. Dyne kept himself busy, slashing and stabbing into one of the two grounded ones, keeping his eyes on the one overhead as it began to perform magic.

"Magic Missile, eh?" Dyne snickered, grinning as the one he was barraging with his blade began to disintegrate, bellowing out a loud "Moo" sound. It always confounded Dyne why these things sounded like cows, when they were goat-like creatures.

The flying goatling shot its volley of missiles at Dyne, and he jumped up over the demon, then behind it, spinning around and slashing into its wings. With the wings wounded, it was forced to land, letting vent a frustrated sound from its throat.

Dyne landed softly on the ground, then spun back on the demons, throwing his sword into the one he'd just grounded. As the blade sunk into its chest, Dyne jumped and kicked the grip of it hard, sending the devil back into one of the walls. He'd kicked it hard enough to make the blade stab straight into the brick of the wall, which was something that wasn't impossible for his sword to do. The goatling thrashed for a moment, then fell limp, disintegrating from the swords blade and disappearing.

The remaining demon did not look to happy to see both of its brethren killed. It stretched its arms and let out a sort of roar, then charged at Dyne, head down some and arms out. Dyne sighed and withdrew one gun from his holsters, then took aim at the beast. He squeezed off one round, then grinned as the monster stumbled backwards, a well placed bullet right between the eyes. It moaned its cow-like cry, then crumbled away and vanished as the other two had.

With a scoff, Dyne replaced the gun into his holster, then put his sword away. "You think they'd learn who they're fucking with."

Just then, Dyne heard the sound of boots clacking against the pavement. As he turned to the opening of the alley, Nevia and Vergil rounded the corner, Vergil looking quite tired, and Nevia looking rather alert, the giant raven still perched on her shoulder. She gave it a light kiss on the side of its face, and it took flight, disappearing over one of the rooftops.

"Dyne!" Vergil yelled, running next to him. "Are you alright?" He looked Dyne over, seeing if there were any wounds on him. Other than some of his own sticky blood on his chest, stomach, and the rim of his pants, he seemed to be fine. Dyne rolled his head around, cracking his neck in the process.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He assured, smirking. He looked around behind him to the men that lay on the ground. "Damn. . .Didn't mean for it to be that bad. . ." He frowned, realization dawning on him. He had just killed humans. . .He'd been killing humans. Well, at least they seemed human. . .He shook his head, trying to shake off that thought. They couldn't be human. No humans could move like these, nor could they hide their presence. But they smelled and seemed human, not giving off the slightest hint of a demonic aura.

Dyne managed to let the thought go as he looked down at his feet, seeing Reese's large, denim jacket. He picked the thing up, then began to dig through the pockets. He stopped as his hand touched something flat, then withdrew it.

It seemed to be nothing but a folded up piece of paper, the edges worn some with use. Dyne unfolded it, staring at the front of in curiously. There was some writing on it, but nothing Dyne could understand. Vergil watched him as the young hunters head cocked to the side some.

"What is it Dyne?" Dyne looked up at his uncle shrugging.

"I don't know. . .Here, take a look." He handed the paper up to Vergil, who took it carefully and inspected the writing. Nevia looked from his side, blinking at it. "Any clue what it is?"

"Hmm. . .Looks like runes." Vergil said, studying the writing still. Dyne cocked his brows, his head still cocked some.

"Isn't that a type of Norse language or something?" Dyne asked, earning a nod from Vergil and Nevia both.

"Something like that, yes." Vergil agreed, staring at the paper. Nevia sighed, shaking her head.

"I can't read this though. . .Don't know runic." She admitted, shrugging. Vergil shrugged as well, passing the paper back to Dyne.

"I don't understand it either. Perhaps if I had a book with the language, I could translate it out of the symbols, but I don't have a book on it, and neither does Nev."

Dyne stared at the paper for a few more moments before folding it back up. "Should I toss it then?"

"No, don't throw it away!" Nevia argued. "It might be important. Keep it." Dyne nodded, stuffing the strange piece of paper into his coat pocket.

Vergil sighed once again, motioning for Dyne and Nevia to come with him, leading them back to the apartment. As they came to the front steps, Vergil stretched and groaned lightly. "When we get in, I'm going back to sleep. I'm too damn tired to be running around right now."

Dyne nodded. "Hell yeah. I could do with a good nights sleep." He'd spent all day learning magic and fighting; of course he was tired. Not even he could take on a mob of pissed false-humans, a massive serpent, carry a dead guy two miles home, take on an even bigger mob of pissed false-humans and get his ass kicked around a bit, then three weak ass goatlings and not feel at least a little fatigued. He would certainly welcome the soft, clean mattress of the bed; that is, as soon as he took a shower.

Dyne hurried past Vergil and Nevia, yelling back to Nevia as he climbed the stairs to the second floor. "Can I get some fresh clothes too? Just a shirt. These trousers will be fine, they just need to be washed is all."

Nevia sighed, nodding slowly. "Yeah yeah. . .I'll get you a new shirt. But if I'm washing your pants, what the hell are you gonna wear? I am not letting you run around my place in nothing but your boxers."

"Don't worry, Nev." Vergil reassured. "He can borrow a pair of mine again." Dyne scoffed and shrugged his shoulders, taking his belt off as he got to the door of the room.

"Guess I'm gonna be running around looking ghetto again." He laughed, pushing the door open. No one was out in the living room. It was completely silent, but not a haunting silence, a welcoming one.

Vergil seemed to feel the same about the peace; perfect for trying to sleep. He stretched his arms high, letting vent a long, loud yawn. "I'm out guys. I'll see you both in the morning." Both Dyne and Nevia nodded to him as he left and shut his bedroom door behind him, Dyne quickly heading for the bathroom.

As he got to the door, Vergil's door opened slightly, his hand coming out and tossing a pair of dark blue jeans out, obviously for Dyne. Dyne picked the trousers up, then went into the bathroom.

Now Nevia felt lonely, and wished she hadn't sent that raven away. He was one of her only friends, always watching out for her from afar. His name was Blude, and he might have been a demon, but she thought he was quite a majestic creature.

"Can't wait until this is over. . .I can leave and find a nice place to relax for a few weeks, alone and with just Blude." She thought, going to the kitchen for a glass of water. As she filled the glass, a quick thought struck her. "What about Dyne?" She made a face at the thought, sighing. He had been trying to be as kind to her as he could, and she had. . .kissed him?

Nevia shook her head, trying to forget about it. Why had she done that anyways? It was completely unlike her. Besides. . .Dyne was an immature little child practically. There was nothing she could see in him. . .except for. . .his eyes, his hair, his face, his. . .slim, tone body, his rear. . .even that crooked smirk of his. . .She groaned lightly, drinking the water down in one gulp.

"Shit, I fell for him. . .Great." She thought somewhat irritably, slamming the glass down onto the counter. She couldn't let Dyne know that. . .Not right now. If he knew she liked him, he'd try to go off and protect her constantly from trouble. One thing she'd always been taught was that when you have someone to protect, it always makes a fight harder. You can get distracted too easily from the major problem, worrying more about the person you're trying to protect.

She'd seen Dyne act that way on more than one occasion. He'd cared more about helping Dante those few years back than fighting her, which would have ultimately caused him to be killed if their fight hadn't been interrupted. He'd been trying to protect her on two occasions now, and neither had gone well on his part.

So, telling Dyne that she liked him was completely forbidden, at least for now. She wondered if he cared for her back though. Obviously he did, or he wouldn't risk himself to try and help her. She couldn't let him know that she cared as much as she did for him though.

Nevia decided that it was best not to worry about it for the time being, so she quickly headed back into the living room, flopping down onto the sofa. She grabbed a small book on the coffee table, then laid back to read.

After only ten minutes or so, Dyne came out of the bathroom, brushing his damp hair out. He came out into the living room, standing at the side of the couch and looking down at Nevia. Nevia looked up at him, trying not to grin. He was wearing the trousers Vergil had given him, which certainly didn't seem to fit well. They were held up tightly with a long belt, and the tail of the belt hung down to his mid thigh. Other than the jeans and belt, he was bare.

"Much better." Dyne stated, smirking lightly. He watched as Nevia stood, setting the book down and stretching.

"Great. Look, I'm going to get some sleep, okay? You should do the same." Dyne nodded to her, then she brushed past him, patting his shoulder. "Sleep well, okay?"

Dyne nodded again, watching her leave before flouncing down onto the couch. He yawned and stretched, then curled up warmly, gently nodding off to sleep.

There was a small yard around the rather normal looking home, and within it, two boys ran about, chasing one another. Both had brilliant snowy white hair, and looked exactly alike, except that one was a little bigger than the other.

The bigger one tackled the smaller to the ground, both laughing and giggling as they rolled. The smaller one managed to get to where he could sit on the older, pinning him down.

The older of the two twins laughed, not used to being beaten by his brother. He bucked to try and get him off, but the younger would not budge. The older brother looked up at him, frowning lightly. He'd never had his brother pin him like this. He could always manage to overpower the boy.

"Okay Dante, you win. Get off me." Vergil submitted, sighing. He tried to shift out from under Dante, but his brother seemed to become impossible to move. Vergil sighed again, then stared up at him. "Off, now."

Dante smirked lightly, chuckling. It wasn't a sound Vergil had ever heard from Dante, at least not in that tone. He sounded older, and the sound was a bit shrewd and wicked.

"No." Dante's voice was still rather odd, and everything around them seemed to become dark. Vergil struggled under him, but to no avail. This was not Dante. . .As Vergil stared at his eyes, he could see them begin to turn to a blackish purple.

What the hell was going on here?