Disclaimer: Obviously the characters aren't mine, especially if you've played Devil May Cry. I think I've said this too many times.
Note: A second chapter at last. Sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoy this chapter too.
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So long I talked to him, my brother, hoping to have his help. How could he turn me away? I still remember our childhood together, how he was always there to help me. I never got to return the favor. I never got to save him. Is it justice that he turn me away? Or is my brother gone forever, dissappeared in his pain in the darkness where he hides?
I see how he hurts. I know I am the one he blames. Maybe I deserve the blame. Maybe he's right to want my blood, but why did he show me where to go? For a minute it almost seemed like the old Virgil was back. I almost thought my brother had come back to me.
Never will I fail him. If I die, I will stay here in hell. I will free him so he can live my life. But will he take care of everything?
He was always so much stronger. Why did he have to abandon what our mother had taught us?
Our mother. I still think of her from time to time. I still remember her smiling face, her loving arms. I still remember how she would scare away the monsters from under the bed. A childish fear, but a fear that came true. She couldn't scare them away the last time. She couldn't fight them. She didn't have the strength, even though she fought like a lion protecting her cubs. She knew there was no hope when they came. Why didn't she take us and run? She could have kept our family together. She could have stopped Virgil from betraying our father's memory.
How long will these thoughts haunt me? Until I am dead? Virgil already tried that and I still came back. Can I die? Am I denied this as well as so many other things?
But my brother, what has troubled him hasn't reached me. I wish I knew why he changed. And I couldn't ask him. I knew he would deny it, say there wasn't a change in him, but there was.
My brother. You've turned me away, but still found a way to help me. Maybe it's not too late for you. Maybe I can still save you from the darkness. Maybe I can.
Maybe.
I've walked through hell for so long. It seems to be a never ending hallway, but there has to be an end. There always is. There's always a light at the end of the tunnel, a death to a life. Will mine come here? Will my seeming immortality end in hell?
Father, I wish you could see me. I wish you knew your son's lives. Why don't I blame you for leaving us? Do I understand why? Could it have brought danger to our family? But you didn't save us from the demon's attack, only postponed it.
How could you leave mother to die like she did? How could you not hear her screams as I'm sure Virgil did. He stayed behind to protect mother. A little boy with the courage I didn't have. Do you blame me for mother's death? I've blamed myself for her death and the death of my brother. He lives, but it isn't him. My brother was kind, he knew when I needed his protection. He knew everything.
Now that I think of the past I remember the day my brother tried to save mother. They came with no warning. I could hear our mother screaming for us to run, to save our selves. Then I heard her cry of pain. Virgil told me to climb out the window, that he would follow behind me. Why didn't he come with me? I ran for so long, knowing no one could help us, not that they would anyways. I ran until I couldn't run any more.
I remember stopping and wondering where my brother was. I wanted to go back, but was too afraid to. I've hated myself for that fear. It cost the life of our mother and the soul of my brother. My fear took everything I had away from me.
Is this why I have run into every fight, hoping to change the past? Because I was too afraid to run home and help my brother? But my lack of fear cost me something else later on. I killed my brother because I didn't know what happened to him. I didn't know he had followed his demon half.
Why am I not afraid now as I walk down this hall? When will I come to the door at the end? When will the end come? When will I no longer be afraid?
Virgil, why did you refuse to help me? You promised you would always be there when I needed you. But that promise has been broken. You were never there when the stones were cast, when I bled. You were never there. You never even tried.
Maybe you still don't believe that humanity is worth saving. Maybe you still think pity is a weakness not to be shown. Then call me weak, brother. If you so want the death of humanity, than go ahead an try. I warn you, though. I will be there to stop you. I will prove that I am not the weak brother.