Disclaimer: As usual, the characters are not mine, they are from Devil May Cry which is from Capcom.

Note: Vergil Sparda, there will be a bit of a surprise later on in the story. That's all I'm going to say. Also, thanks for the reviews. Enjoy this new chapter another will hopefully come soon.

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Will I help him? Should I help him when he never helped me? Why should I lose my soul for his foolish goal? Why should I risk my life for the humans that hated me and loved him? Why should I fight at his side when he was the one that took my life? Dante, don't you remember? Don't you know?

"Why should I help you?" I ask with scorn.

I watch as he stands before me, thinking of a reason for me to help him destroy everything I was.

"As I thought. You have no answer. I thought you would have become stronger than this. I thought you would have become smarter."

"I have. Killing you taught me to be stronger, to see what I was fighting." What are you saying, Dante?

"If you so wish to have me fight next to you, tell me. If it's just to gain my favor, don't waste your breath."

I watch as he looks at me. I see a flash of anger in his eyes, which is soon replaced by regret. He still believes he has the same effect on me as he did when we were kids. He still believes he can convince me that he is worth it all. All the pain. All the loneliness.

I turn away from him and face the door that leads towards his destination. I look at the blood that has been poured over it, marking it. Why do I protect my captor when all he has done for me is grant me suffering? Why do I delay Dante's destiny is this ridiculous conversation?

"Dante, because I have no reason to stop you, I will tell you where to find the devil himself. Only by destroying him, can you save your precious humans." I keep my back to him, keeping my sense of being his brother out of reach.

"Will you come with me?"

"No. This is your fight, not mine. The door covered in blood is the one you want. The others will only lead you to the rest of the damned." I walk towards the door and open it with ease as I listen to Dante's approaching footsteps. "I would say good luck, but there is no luck in hell."

I watch as he walks through the door. He stops just before I close the door and speaks to me in a voice I had never heard him use.

"I'm proud to call you my brother." He turns from me. Telling me without words that it's over. But what does he believe is over? My suffering? He has no chance to kill the devil. The devil is a necessary evil. There can be no god without the devil, no light without dark, no good without evil. He can't defeat the devil on his own. Not even I would have to power to do such a thing.

I sit back down, thinking of what I should do. Must I sit here and wait, letting my fate remain in his hands? Or should I follow him and make my own fate?

For so long I have wanted guidance. For so long it has been denied me. What should I do now that it's too late for any guidance?

"Follow your heart, my son." That voice. Could it be?

I search around, looking for the familiar vision I had lost as Nelo Angelo. I find nothing, but the words still burn in my mind. Follow my heart. Does my heart still beat to guide me? Does it still have to strength to lead me?

These thoughts have no answer, but I already know the answer. My fate should be in my own hands. I should decide whether I am to suffer much longer or find a release.

Looking to the door that leads to my new-decided fate, I walk through the door covered in blood. I will stop this. I will regain who I truly am. I will kill all who get in my way.