This is the 2nd part to what I already wrote. This is Vergil's POV of the previous chapter. If you like it, seriously...take the 30 seconds to review it for me...Vergil tends to cry if he dosent get reviews...and that my friends, is a SAD sight to see... :( Thanks for reading!

As I stand on my balcony, overlooking the emptiness of the underworlds dark cavern, I close my eyes. I can feel the same emptiness in my own soul, sucking the life out of me every minute I am still alive. A breeze blows by me, causing my white hair to move gently with it, like a surreal dance. I catch a fleeting glimpse of your red coat entering the tower gates below me. I smile. It is time, isn't it little brother?

I walk back into my large lonely room to get ready for bed, knowing that this will be the last time that I ever do. I slip out of my black silk robe, and climb into bed, pulling the covers up over by body. I leave the candle on the nightstand lit for you. I hope that you will realize this. You were always much smarter than I gave you credit for.

As I close my eyes, all that I can hear are the deep breaths escaping my lips. Dante. Your name rolls off of my forked tounge like the taste of a sweet wine. I am so proud of what you have become, and I will never get the chance to tell you. Father would be proud as well. You have grown up strong, and powerful. More powerful than even you realize.

I can feel my heart beat increase as I know that you draw near. Dante. Your job has taken you all over the world, only for you to end up here. I know that I am the cause of most of your pain, and for some reason it gives me a sick satisfaction. Why? Why would it do that? I am your twin. I should never want to see you suffer, and yet the voices in my head tell me to hurt you. Torture you. Murder you. I strain against the agony inside of me, as I try to recollect my thoughts.

Dante. You will be the one to end my suffering won't you? You will be my avenging angel of death, that will take me from this place and send me home. I smirk at the sick irony of being killed by the one that I am suppose defeat.

You are so close now, that I can hear your heartbeat. It is beating in the exact droning rythym of my own. Dante. Beautiful, merciless Dante. Hurry. I cannot fight back the sickness inside of me, beckoning me to grab my sword and run you through the minute you open the door.

My heart faulters, as I hear the door to my room slowly creak open. I lay still, pretending to be asleep. I hear the door close. Dante. I can smell the blood and sweat on your body, making me think of the times we shared before all of the heartache. Come closer Dante. I want to feel your warm breath on my skin one last time. That's it...come closer my little brother.

I feel my bed collapse to one side, as you take a seat next to me. Dante. Your name almost escapes my mouth, as I feel you lay a gentle hand on my cold face. I can feel myself being taken back to the places that we shared growing up. Places that only you and I knew about. Places that made us feel safe and protected from the rest of the world. Do you remember those times Dante? I'm sure that you do. I'm sure that you miss them as well, but what is done is done. It is the harsh reality of life coming back to bite you in the ass dear brother.

I heard a soft sliding sound, as I know that you have drawn your sword. I know what you are about to do, but I do nothing to stop it. I don't want to stop you. I want to be free. Help me Dante. Take me away from this wicked world.

I feel a soft breeze across my cheek as you plunge your sword, our father's sword, into my heart. I open my eyes to look at you. Your beauty takes my breath away. I smile, not to hurt you, but because I have just realized something that I never had before. Your face is the last image that I have always wanted to see in the event of my death. Without even knowing it, you are granting me my final wish.

I move my lips, saying your name as they move through the blood seeping from them. Dante. I use the rest of my stregnth, to reach up to the handle of your sword. I look you in the eyes as I place my hand on top of yours. It's not in far enough yet young one. I push it down farther. Pain radiates through my body like the aftershock of an earthquake. I know it's not enough to kill me. I need more pain. I need to die tonight Dante. Damn it, don't you know that?

I see my gun strapped to your side. I remember when you made it for me. I told you that I was too dignified to carry such a weapon. I told you that the sword was a gentleman's weapon, and the gun a cowards. How ironic now little brother, that you will use it to finish me off.

I move my hand to yours, and place your hand on the shiny black gun. Ebony. So beautiful and dark. The midnight sky to Dante's morning sunrise. I wait for you to draw it, as I hold my hand on top of the barrel, and move it so that it is directly between my eyes. I tell you weakly to kill me now, because that if you didn't, I would get out of the bed and slit your throat. As you look at me, I can see the pain on your face, as tears begin to well in your beautiful eyes.

Dante. So passionate. So perfect. I reach up, and brush away your falling tear. I tell you that you have no choice but to do this. I tell you that I no longer have control of my thoughts or dreams. I tell you that I love you, and that you were never completely out of my mind. I watch as soft tears fall from your face. I tell you to stop being a baby. I know that the time has come Dante. Do it. I need to go now..

I hear the sound of the gun, as it rips through my skull. I look up one last time as the room goes black, to my brother who is crying over me. Be strong Dante. You had to do it. It's your job to.