Disclaimer: Dawn's mine, can't say for the devil, and everyone else in this fic belong to capcom.

Note: I hope you all will like this chapter as much as what I've written before. This wasn't exactly an easy chapter to write. Especially since this is one of my favorite characters of DMC. You'll see why it wasn't all that easy. Anyways, thank you BloodyDemonEmpress, I'm glad that you wanted me to continue with the story. Now you can say what you think of this chapter. Okay, now read.

"Do not fight me, Virgil." The devil speaks. His arrogance becoming sickening as he continues, "you cannot win. It is a futile fight you and your brother have brought against me. Fight at my side, and you will once again retain a high standing."

I watch as Dawn slowly backs away from her captor. I think of that distant day and try to remember what it was that she had awoken in me.

Soon, I realize, the fight must ensue. Whatever this woman now sees in me is no matter. What now matters is my freedom. But will I try to save her? Should I try to save her? Or perhaps it will be better for Dante to rescue the damsel in distress. I never was the type to act as the knight in shining armor.

"Fight at your side," I say as I slowly walk to the left, away from Dante. "And my reward?"

I watch with pleasure as what was once my master, smiles in triumph.

""You will gain your rightful place at my side. And, perhaps, also, my bride." He paused, seeming to sense my true motives. "She is useless to me now. She was only meant for this trap and has no other talents of worth."

I stand at his side to hear Dawn's gasp if shock and fear. 'Don't worry.' I think, wishing she could hear my thoughts, 'I'm not so easily won.'

"Two against one." Dante says with frustration. "What wonderful odds. I guess I'll be killing you again, Virgil." He ends in a growl.

"I could fight for you, as I have always done, and win her." I say as though I were considering his offer. "Or," I draw my sword and, with such speed, impale our captor. "I can kill you and take her anyways."

I twist the sword as I draw it out, taking pleasure in this demon's grimace of pain.

With a low grumble, he begins to laugh.

"You fool." His voice rumbles. "You think you can kill me?" He slowly grips his hand around my throat, thinking I would show him fear. Disappointment fills his eyes when he sees none.

He suddenly releases me, letting out a roar of pain as he does so. I watch with confusion as he strikes Dawn, sending her through the air for the far wall to catch her.

"Dante!" I yell, surprising him even more, I say, "Get Dawn out of here. I'll take care of Lucifer."

He hesitates as he watches the demon pull Dawn's knives out of it's back, only to throw them aside. I soon wonder why he doesn't just go to save the innocent as he normally did and still does.

"What about you?" Dante asks in response.

I smirk at the idea of him reading my mind and answer, "I died long ago. One more death will mean nothing. Now go." I pause for a second. "Dante, if she dies, I will kill you." He seems to understand now, for he runs to Dawn's now limp body and gently lifts her from the ground.

I listen as he runs to the door and pauses before leaving.

"I'll never for get you, my brother. And neither will she." I hear him say from behind me.

"GO!" I yell back.

The door soon slams and we are alone.

My opponent and I slowly encircle each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.

"You could have taken the place of your father. 'Tis a pity that now you will never see what you could have been." The demon of all demons speaks.

"Enough words. Let's finish this." I answer as I choose to stop.

Long have I waited for this, for freedom. Never again will I allow myself to be treated as a mere slave.

"Virgil!"

I turn to see Dawn standing in the doorway and, soon after looking away, feel a heated blade slide into my side.

I make no sound (I wouldn't do so much as give him the pleasure of my pain) as I drop my sword and fall to my knees as the blade is withdrawn. The terrified look on Dawn's face telling me the severity of the wound.

My eyes slowly begin to close as she runs to my aid too late. I feel the hard, and surprisingly cold, floor as it makes contact with my right cheek.

The clash of swords echo in the room as Dawn rolls me onto her lap. I feel her tears landing softly on my face as though they were simple raindrops.

"Don't leave me," she cries. "You promised to destroy the monster. You have to keep that promise. You can't die now." She says through her sobs.

I look into her eyes, wondering if this was what the dove had seen before its death.

"Don't cry for me. Your tears are something I don't deserve. It isn't right that I receive the same treatment as the dove you once held." I say as I drift into the darkness of my second death.

Suddenly, all goes black. Dawn's cries becoming a simple memory of years ago.

Could this be the release I was meant to receive? Is this my fate after all? Another death, only this time I die trying to protect the human that opened my eyes to my soul. But what did I see?

What did I see?

Note: Don't worry, this isn't the end. I wouldn't kill Virgil and not resurrect him. Besides, he still has a few things to tell his brother before the end. So I'll try to get chapter seven and possibly eight. I don't know if I'll actually make it that long. So please review and, if you want, you can say if you want to know what happens after they all get out of hell. Like what happens between Virgil and Dawn. Or that could be a new fic.