What happened before
Vergil: Beloved brother
He stood there, atop the marble stones of the steps that led to the labyrinth, daring his younger sibling to take the bait. And why wouldn't he? The same blood ran in their veins, and Dante, such a sucker for rescuing damsels in distress would come running. That's right, I see you, Vergil thought with satisfying amusement. His eyes sparkled, took on a brighter hue, revealing the hard planes of his face. Emotions churned inside him as he kept a close grip on the handle of his wielded sword. Never antsy; cold emotions kept him in check, even as his own body wanted to move in an agitated state of anxious anticipation. Instead he called out into the riotous winds, throwing down the verbal goading,
"Come on, Dante, that's it my blood brother, TAKE ME ON!"
His voice, resonating loudly in the swirling mass of dark, choking ambiance, carried with it in the storms, the promise of a good fight, a challenge that would still the voices of mad pandemonium of demons below. Sibling rivalries was what, even in the bible have been stressed and excited the minds of the common people, when finally in the end the tragedy that followed would teach us a lesson, a lesson well worth earned, for us poor souls who have but to watch two glorious beings, endowed with power and might that were blessed by the gods.
It wasn't long before Dante, just finishing up a couple swipes and swings, deposited a demon into a trash bin, slamming down the lid with a reverberating noise, and the demon, now in pieces, tried valiantly to get out of his predicament. Dante chuckled with a twisted amusement,
"Damned pieces of trash. Don't they ever die? STAY THE HELL DOWN!" then in a quieter voice, "One of these days…." He grumbled, noting that the other demons were approaching him, ever the dumbest creatures, but bravery or plain stupidity stamped in their former hearts, began to shuffle back into the darkness, as if something had called them away. Dante jerked his head around, swinging his bloodied sword around, sniffed the air, and caught scent of his brother, and not long after, heard the challenge of the one he sought.
While the buildings crumbled in a disastrous and dangerous position, Dante stood his own ground, his body tensing ever more slightly at the promise of that challenge. Always ready and willing when it concerns you, Vergil. The red clad half devil moved around with a natural grace, even as his body breathed in and out with the promise of a party. He called back into the darkness of the pretentious wind around him,
"You ready to face me off, you piece of garbage? Come on then and show your face!" then with a taunting carefree laugh, "You having your little fun at my expense again? Glad I could always oblige! What would you do without me, Vergil?"
Dante gripped his long sword; his guns at his side, swinging along as he began the direction of his brother's carried voice. The creatures alongside of him, torn up by his professional handling of care, were discarded against the rotting buildings, covered in soot and blood. The swirling mass of atmospheric energy coming in the direction of his forward run sent his two strong legs at a fast running pace. The other creatures that had not the luck of meeting the front blade of his sword ran into shadows, ever crouching at a respectable distance. Just enough to witness the fight between Sparda brothers, so they can close in into the one who was left behind and with little hope in their diminutive brains, if they have any, wished that one of them, exhausted with the sapped energy from the exertion, give them that greater edge.
They had no love for either brother and it didn't matter to them if both of them fell off the face of the earth. It didn't matter to them if they hated each other with a strong emotion that even surpassed their own for humanity. What mattered was that they could if able, suck out the glorious power they both owned. What was gifted to the two Sparda brothers, they wished with longing, which they could only dare to hope and consume.
The energy moved around, and the winds of change gave him a movement of fingers that suggested that the party would be taking place above the broken crumbling city, up above the walls, and to the dark labyrinth above. Where his brother stood. Dante smirked, then called out into the winds again,
Is that where you're at, Vergil? What's the matter, my beloved brother, you really afraid I'd actually beat your ass this time? Well now, no more games! Stop hiding behind your little parade of amoeba fiends. LET'S HAVE SOME REAL FUN!"
High above the stone steps, his more relaxed brother started his slow pace along the stones, measuring his steadied steps and his boots stopped at the edge of the topmost marbled cracked step and behind him, a more gentler voice spoke from the shadows, her face hidden,
"He's coming to get you, you know." She was more than sure that Vergil would get his just desserts. If she couldn't fight against the coldest half devil, the brother would certainly be more than obliging.
Vergil ignored her, only his glacial blue eyes slightly moved to her direction, and only because he refused to feel anything. He could only feel a slight tingling of admiration on her behalf due to her quick expertise of guns and ability to seek him out even as she stalked her way to his haven. She wanted him and wanted him in the way that had nothing to do with love. And truth to tell, she was feeling the heat of excitement in her breast at the challenge of these two. She was as highly charged as Vergil or Dante, and she wanted to witness it with all her might. The thought of it frightened her and she nearly questioned her own ability to feel a sort of twisted emotion that she felt between these two. What would happen if Vergil won? Before she could think of the following train of thought, the half devil in question turned to half face her, his glinting blue eyes glanced at her,
"If I win, I would ask something of you."
His words, like a caressed whisper made her feel guilty that she thought what she did and it was immediately replaced with an anger that she was violated again by his mind. She didn't know for sure if he read minds or even slightly but the feeling felt like a fraction of a mind rape. Her hands immediately rose to hold up the buttons of white strained blouse, as if they wouldn't hold up from the loud thumping of her heart beat.
Her chest, rising and falling, and the air around her felt ice cold creating a smoke, rising from her breath. The girl with the ebony hair narrowed her eyes in suspicion, then whispered, in a breathless sort of reply that she was immediately angered at the sound of it. Cursing her own lack of ability to hold up to this emotion that was swirling around her,
"What is it that you want?"
The blue jacket he wore blew in the wind, and they floated along those charged electrical winds as if they rode the air like a wave, revealing his strong back to her, and the sturdy, agile legs that were set apart. She allowed her eyes to wander there and wondered at her ability to keep under control. She allowed herself to feel the desire of hate instead, because these two men were her enemies.
"Dante wants to save you. That's why he's here. So in order for me to make the victory sweet...if I win, and I don't intend to lose, I want you to come into my arms and hold me. Out of your free will."
The lady in question lifted her chin, a sort of challenge and defiant expression crossed her softened features, but her voice, although feminine and sweet, held a sturdy, strong hold, "You're mad. Insane. Why would I do such a thing?"
"Because it makes the game ever so sweet. And what better reward,..." He continued in a caressing whisper, that felt as if it caressed her inside, and worser still, that his glacial eyes roamed her body as he continued, "...than to hold you in my arms. A sweet victory, the woman Dante wanted to save. To have and to hold."
"Ah, he's almost here," Vergil half smiled, and the expression nearly surprised her. She had never seen this brother smile and it disturbed her that it was actually quite nice to look at. Whatever she felt at the moment was something of a challenge, and if Dante won, she wouldn't have to worry about holding Vergil in her arms, even as her own body fought against that longing. If Vergil did indeed win, then she would have to now, wouldn't she? But that was all he would want and it didn't really upset her. But she was sure, she was dead sure that Dante would win. Because he was here to rescue her. She knew she didn't need rescuing, not in the least, not from the other demons; she was trained enough to take them on. But from Vergil, no, she could never get away from him even if she tried.
"I will do it." It was madness, yes, but she was willing to find out what he had in mind...
The blue clad half devil bent his head to one side, a slight smile played on his lips,
"I look forward to it." He nodded slowly. A pleased expression on his face.