Virgil started up the stairs that the door lead into, it was dark, dim blue demonic lights lit up the marble and stone halls, the stairs were like a never ending desend into darkness. He could hear Leon and dante not far behind him but he continued on, trying to leave them in the dust, some thing was lureing him him into the darkness, like as if his own soul was being pulled into the darkness, like a part of him was missing.

Dante looked on he heard his son's foot steps so close and yet so far. Leon looked on frowning, knowing what awaited the boy, not wishing for it to happen, because he too knew what it would be like for the boy.

"... Do you think we'll be able to stop it?" asked Dante.

"I don't know we can only do so much for him. It's up to him, his fate is in his hands, his daddy can't protect him forever." said Leon. Dante went quiet, he kne whis son had a choice comeing one to be prosperous or one to live like that of a demon. The thought of loseing his son to the darkness was all he could think about, he already felt it once before his mother, sacrificed, his brother became the dark knight and he was struck down by Dante.

Virgil presse don, his breatheing became harder, his sight became blurry, and he gripped onto the walls, his fingers pressed so hard on the stone it broke parts of the stone, and he fell to his knees, he looked up and realized he had regained all his sinces again,a nd stood up, he was in a room an alter on the North side from him chandeliers hung on the ceiling, they dripped blood and gas, he stood up and looked onto the alter as he approached, then he heard a voice calling out to him, to drink the blood and water in the alter's fountain. Virgil looked around but the voice, it kept saying the same thing over and over again.

Dante felt like something was wrong and tried to run to the door, but then the darkness consumed him and Leon, like being engulfed by a warm embrace of a shadow. Leon couldn't move it was like he was paralyzed and dante was hardly moveing either, his eyes started to close like he couldn't see he was tired, as was Leon.

Virgil paused looking over the bloody alter, he knelt down and put his hands in the cursed demonic mixture of blood and unholy water, his eyes flickered with delight and grief, he lowered his head, but yet he restraine dhimself from drinking the unholy concoction, longingly looking into it, he felt wrong, he was a demon, but he was part human, and his human blood was telling him to stop like as if God had gripped his arm and was keeping him human, but the other half was like as if Satan was pushing his head more down to drink from the waters. He ripped his hand from the water, the blood seeped offhis fingers, his breathing became more rapid his heart beat sped up. Then within that moment he saw his dad, in agonizeing pain, and Leon lying dead on the floor and a black knight. Virgil's heart beat went back to normal as well as his breatheing and he ran back to the door, but then he stopped just as he opend it, and looked back at the alter.

Dante's eyes flickered open he was back in his shop, looking down at his infant son, laying in his arms, smileing as most infants do, and reaching up at him, he walked to the window and saw the sky engolfed in darkness, the sun was shineing, but it was dark, and the area outside was a wasteland.

"What's going on!" asked Dante to himself, he looked down to see his infant son gone, he walked outside to see Arkham and his son standing next to each other, Dante pulled out Ebony and Ivory, but then Virgil turned around, his eyes were whited out, his face emotionless, wearing all black, and smileing back at him, and that bastard arkham standing next to him smileing his hands on the occult bible and the other hand on his son's shoulder. Dante dropped his guns and stared in shock, his son was a pure demon, no human remained in him.

"What do you think of your son Dante?" asked Arkham walking over to Dante, "Isn't he wonderful? Look at the wasteland he created, just like the black knight before him his grandfather, Sparda, oh yes, only he is corrupted unlike Sparda."

"What did you do to him you bastard?" asked Dante.

"I had nothing to do with him, it was all your fault." said Arkham laughing as he did, Virgil transformed into the form of Sparda and flew off to the tower, his throne.

Leon awoke to a different world, he was in his youth, his childhood, he looked upon the waters to find that out but kept a cool face, he looked around, and he headed towards a house, but where he walked upon the grass it died, a child one he did not know came up and laughed at him, as well as more children did, Leon looked around he was surrounded as he tried to push through the children their flesh rotted and turned to bone, the children kept comeing some laughing some threatening him and even some trying to tease him. The more he pushed through the more died. He ran after he got out of the crowd and ran onto a hill far away behind a few trees.

"Why do you cry little one?" asked a familiar voice.

"...?" said Leon looking up to see Dante, his eyes widend.

"Well?" asked Dante. Leon looked down trying not to confront him, he looked down and muttered,

"It's just the rain." said Leon.

"It stopped raining." said Dante.

"..." said Leon looking up to see his father, not Dante but his father, and he reached his hand out to wipe the tears off his face, but then he started to vanish like as if a breeze had swept through Leon, he father was gone, and the hill's grass was all dead and so was the tree. Everything was dead, only he was alive, his eyes widend as he saw a tower in the distance.

Virgil was yet again standing over the alter looking into it, his dippe dhis hand into the bloody water again and began to lick it off his hands. It was bitter, painful, and yet he enjoyed it, he then put his hands in a cuff and drank the water that was collected there, and then stopped and slammed his fist into the floor, his breatheing ragged.

"What... What did you make me do!" screached Virgil. The woman he met before emerged from the shadows, smileing, and crossed her arms over her cheast.

"So you have participated in the unholy baptism." she laughed.

"Bitch!" said Virgil as he pointed his gun at her.

"Oh, so your human side is starting to flee?" she asked. Virgil didn't give a reply, he gasped and then dropped his gun to hold onto his cheast.

"Ha ha ha... You'd better hurry and wake your daddy and friend up or they will become fiends of this tower." she said smileing and then dissappearing.

Virgil stood up weakly and tried to run to the doors, he opend them and it was one straight hall way no stairs nothing and he saw Dante and Leon lying on the ground. Virgil shook Leon violently, and then Leon's eyes opend.

"Where am I?" asked Leon looking up at Virgil.

"Your in hell where else do you think you are?" asked Virgil as he ran over to Dante and started trying to wake him up. Leon stood up and grabed onto the walls to regain his composer. Dante woke up to see his son perfectly fine, a little blood, but fine.

"The Hell?" asked Dante.

"That's what I want to know." said Virgil.

"Virgil... Where did that blood come from, it smells like human blood..!" said Leon. Dante looked at him and Virgil fell silent, a frown was across his face and he didn't mutter a single insult.