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Mundus eyed the boy curiously. "What truth would that be Rune?"

The boy closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Just as he was about to speak, Vergil knelt next to him. "You don't have to do this Rune..."

As the two talked, Mundus watched thier every interaction. He began to notice things that he would of never put together, if the two weren't right in front of him.

"Oh my god! Now I see it! How could I of been so blind?" Mundus was becoming enraged. "The hair...the eyes...the tassels on your sword..." His voice was booming and shakey.

Vergil and Rune turned to him, eyes wide with horror.

"You are not my son..." He drew his long sword. "Are you Rune?

Vergil stood up, as the boy walked past him, moving along until he was right in front of the dark lord. "No...I am not..."

Mundus yelled out, sending his sword into Rune's chest, and pulling it back out, causing him to drop to his knees. "You insolent little liar! You and your whore mother dared to keep this secret from me?" He pointed at Vergil. "And YOU! YOU of all people...a fallen dark knight with weak human emotion, are the boy's father?"

At the sound of Mundus's roar, many more guards rushed into the room, weapons drawn, causing Vergil to place a hand on Yamato's hilt.

The dark twin watched in horror, as blood began to pool around his son.

Rune looked up at Mundus, blood dripping from both corners of his mouth. "I would rather die here and now, than let you poison my mind any longer..."

Vergil rushed over to where his son had fallen, taking him into his arms. "Save your stregnth Rune..."

"So be it you little fool!" Mundus turned to leave, before pointing at the unconcious Dante. "Bring him...he and I have unfinished business to attend to..." One of the guards grabbed Dante, throwing him over his shoulder.

Mundus stopped as he reached the edge of the door, and spoke without turning around. "Kill them both...the Sparda bloodline ends here, tonight..." Mundus slammed the doors shut, leaving Rune and Vergil in the middle of thirty armed guards.

Vergil picked Rune up in his arms, blood staining his blue coat a dark purple. He laid the boy out on the balcony, taking off his jacket, and laying it over his son, before turning inside towards his attackers.

"Dad?..." He looked down to see Rune looking up at him, blue eyes pained, and sorrowful.

Vergil knelt at his side, softly petting his white hair. "Yes son?"

"Kick thier asses dad..."

Vergil laughed. "I intend on doing nothing less." He stood back up, and walked in to face the guards.

Vergil walked into the middle of the room, his large biceps now exposed, and stained with his child's blood. He stood silently, his head down, and his hand twitching above Yamato's hilt, waiting for one of the guards to make the wrong move.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the guards start to move, and he drew Yamato as fast as a lightning bolt, causing the guard to drop to the floor in two neat halves. He smirked. "Who's next?"

All of the guards rushed him at that moment, as Rune laid on the ground with a look of worry on his face.

Vergil ducked, as two swords collided above his head, causing him to roll forward, sending his sword deep into the guard ahead of him. He then pulled it out, still facing the gutted guard, and turned Yamato around in his hand, to stab an attacker at his back. Pulling it out, and standing up, he began to swing gracefully into the pack, shredding guard, after guard, until he heard his son cry out. "Dad! Help me!"

He turned to see a guard holding a sword up, ready to impale his son. From across the room, Vergil threw Yamato sending it turning like a saw through the air, and into the man's chest, causing him to fall back, with a sickening thud.

Now realizing that he was unarmed, Vergil did a quick dive, as a blade sliced open his left bicep, causing him to hiss in pain. He landed near two downed guards, taking both of thier swords into his hands, and charging the remaining three soliders, swords down at his sides.

Raising them, Vergil began to spin like a helicopter, shredding the last of Mundus's cronies with ease, before spinning to a stop, the swords postitoned behind his head, and in front of his stomach, both dripping with blood.

The dark twin dropped the swords, letting them fall on the bodies around him. He then raised his right hand up, using it cover his opposite bicep. Blood oozed out from between his fingers, running down to his hand, and onto the floor below. He then remembered Rune.

Rushing to his son's side, he took the boy in his arms. "Rune? Can you hear me?

Rune opened his eyes slowly. "Dad? Did you get em'?"

Vergil laughed, propping Rune up, so that he could see the carnage in the room. "Yeah, you could say that..."

Rune managed a weak smile. "Dad?" Vergil nodded. "Am I gonna die?"

Vergil smiled at his son. "No Rune...you aren't going to die..." He picked his son up,and carried him into the bedroom, stepping over bodies on his way to the bed.

After laying him on the bed, Vergil removed his coat from his son, and opened the boy's black one, so tht he could inspect the damage. He ran a gentle hand over the wound, before turning to his son. "You really should start wearing armour under you coat ya know...and it's not that bad...I've had much worse..."

Rune looked scared. "But dad...I've seen wounds that were far less than this, kill other poeple..."

Vergil laughed quietly. "But you are not other people Rune..." Vergil ripped a piece of the bed's sheet off, holding it to his son. "Here...hold this on it for a little while..."

Rune complied, but was still skeptical that he would live. "What do you mean?" He propped him self up with a low grunt. "I know that you said that I'm faster and stronger because of the demon blood thing...but what else aren't you telling me?"

Vergil took a seat next to his son, just as Rune cocked one eye up, looking at his chest.

"What is it Rune?"

Rune faced his father. "It's weird...it's like I can feel something moving around inside my body..."

Vergil laughed outloud.

"What's so damn funny? It feels creepy as hell..."

Vergil smiled. "That's the same thing Dante said the first time he was injured badly..." Rune looked confused.

"The sensation that you are experiencing is the demon blood within you, mending your torn flesh."

Rune looked at his wound with amazement. "So you are telling me, that I can get stabbed like this...and then just heal afterwards?"

Vergil nodded. "Yes...that is exactly what I am telling you."

Rune had a new look of confidence about him. "Sweet! That means that I can't die...I'm immortal!" He saw Vergil's smile fade. "Right dad?"

Vergil took a deep breath. "I'm afraid that immortality is not a luxury that we possess. You see...even though we can heal ourselves much faster than a normal human being, we too can lose enough blood to die."

Rune looked disappointed. "Well crap...what good is that then?"

Vergil smiled at his son, realizing that the boy's true personality was now begining to show, and that it was of none other than that of his little brother. "Well, for one...you would be dead right now, had you not been a half-breed...but you can thank me for that later..." He pulled a large blanket up over his son. "And two, you need your rest now. I will wake you in a few hours after your body has had time to mend itself, then I will show you how to use your sword. We must be prepared to fight Mundus, and get Dante back in the process. I will stay awake and keep watch..." Vergil started to stand, as he felt a smaller hand grab his own.

"Dad..." Rune hung his head. "Are the thing's that Mundus told me about you true? Like you being a traitor, and a murderer?"

Vergil slowly sat back down on the bed, looking Rune in the eyes. "I am so sorry to have to tell you this son...but yes. They are true..."

Rune sat speechless as his father started down a road paved with blood and shame.

"To understand what I am about to tell you son, you must first understand how the underworld use to be...before the time of Mundus."

Rune looked confused. "You mean that there was a time before him?"

Vergil nodded. "Of course. But it was a far different world from what you and I know now, for you see, this place used to be a safe haven for creatures of all kinds. The underworld was an enormous community, filled with many different colonies, all working together for the good of eachother. Thier ruler was a kind and honorable god named

Suriel, and his apprentice, the one who was to succeed him, was a student by the name of Mundus."

Rune's eyes grew wide, as Vergil began to walk around the room, telling everything that he knew to his son.

"Mundus had always felt, from the moment that he became Suriel's student, that his god was too soft. He wanted more power that Suriel was willing to give him, and for that Mundus became resentful, and full of hatred. The word war, was an unheard of term in the old days, all of the creatures living in peace with one another. That is, until the day that Mundus met a powerful fallen angel named Yeshua, who began to help Mundus develop his powers, only to become what he has today. The two of then had dillusions of a massive war that would cause all of the individual colonies to fight eachother, until only the strong remained. They began to put into action, a plan that would eventually turn the underworld into what it had become today."

Rune sat speechless. "So how do you fit into the story?"

Vergil sat at Rune's desk, his eyes closed. "I will always remember that day, for it is permanantly etched into my memory." He took a deep breath.

"As you know now, my father...Dante's father, was a powerful knight named Sparda. Sparda stood for everything that Mundus detested. He fought for the good of people, killing the hateful demons that managed to slip up into the human world. My father, and Suriel were close friends, and therefore had formed an alliance for the good of all creatures, human or otherwise. Mundus and Yeshua detested my father for the bond that he and Suriel shared, and his love of humans, plotting one day to kill both of them, and take the underworld's throne for themselves. All of the hatred that Mundus, and Yeshua had brewing in thier tiny hearts, came to a head one fateful day, as Suriel announced his successor to the throne. It was my father, the legendary knight...Sparda. Mundus began to delve into my father's background, learning everything that he could about him, finally discovering that Sparda had a two sons. What Mundus did not realize is the plan that my father had come up with to kill him. Only one could win...and it was my father. Mundus was dead. I remember one late night, my mother and father were setting the table for his celebration dinner, and Dante and I were wrestling in the living room. I had only been home from college for one week..."

--Flashback--

"Vergil! Stop choking your brother! My god...you'd think you were little kids or something..." Eva stood with four plates and silverware in her hands, watching her sons try and kill eachother.

A laugh came from across the room. "Oh Eva darling, the guys are just playing..." He winked at his twins, which had stopped to look at him. "Right guys?"

Vergil crawled off of Dante. "Yes dad..." Dante stuck his tounge out at his brother.

"See dad! It's his fault...he won't stop!" Vergil was acting like a five year old, egging on Dante.

Sparda shook his head, sending a loving glance across the room to Eva, who stopped for a fleeting second to return his gift.

"Come on you goof-offs...time for dinner." Eva sat herself down at the table , followed by her husband, and her two boys. Dante was still making faces at Vergil.

Dante looked up from his plate. "Heh...Congrats on killin' Mundus dad! Now that you are the only one left, Suriel should have an easier time governing the underworld."

Sparda looked sullen. "Yes...you are right Dante...but taking his life was the hardest thing I have ever done..."

Vergil huffed. "Don't worry about it dad...it's for the best i'm sure..."

Sparda nodded. "You are very wise for your years Vergil...I'm sure you are right..."

Dante looked up with a mouthful off food. "Heh...I'm schmart too..."

Vergil rolled his eyes. "Brilliant...as always..."

Eva took this opportunity to change the subject. "So what are your plans this evening boys?"

Dante looked up with another mouthful of food, about to speak.

Eva shook her head. "Swallow first..." Vergil and his father both looked at eachother, shaking thier heads laughing.

Heeding his mother's warning, he swallowed before speaking. "There's this hot new club downtown, that I though I'd take Mr. Proper here to..." He elbowed Vergil in the side. Vergil stopped eating to shoot his brother a dirty look.

"At least I possess some class, which is more than I can say for..."

Eva cut in. "So Vergil, how do you like college? Have you met any friends there?" Eva looked at her oldest son with soft and loving eyes.

Vergil sighed. "Not really mom...I'm not exactly the biggest party animal if you hadn't noticed..."

"Never would of figured that..." Dante was smirking at his brother. Vergil flicked Dante in the ear as he pushed his chair out from the table.

He stood, and walked over to a small cabinet in the diningroom, before removing a bottle of scotch from it, and pouring himself a glass. "I do have a very interesting professor though...his name is Arkham."

"You shouldn't drink that poison Vergil..." Eva's voice was full of concern.

Sparda looked interested. "Oh leave the boy alone Eva...he's and adult now...and besides...scotch is a gentleman's drink." He thought for a moment, stroking the underside of his chin for a moment. "Arkham...Arkham...I seem to remember hearing something underground about a man with that same name...but I must be mistaken."

Vergil cocked an eye up, unaware of why his father might of heard anything about his teacher, and took his seat once again.

As the four resumed eating , Sparda suddenly stopped, dropping his fork onto his plate, a look of terror on his face.

Vergil, being the most perceptive, was the first to notice this. "Dad? Whats wro..."

Sparda put his hand up. "Shhhhhh Vergil..." He stood and walked over to one of the diningroom's small windows, peeking out of the curtain.

He turned quickly. "Eva...boys...get downstairs...NOW..."

Eva sat in shock, staring into her husband's pale blue eyes. "Honey...what's going..."

"There's no time Eva...do it now!" Sparda walked into the livingroom, returning with his large sword.

Dante and Vergil had no idea what was going on, and the younger of the two was starting to get worried. "What's going on Verge?"

Vergil shook his head. "I'm not sure Dante...but stay by me no matter what..."

Eva stood up, her napkin falling from her lap, as she moved to where her sons were sitting, grabbing thier shirt collars. "Come boys...hurry..."

Dante and Vergil had just stood up, when demons began to crash through all of the windows in the small house. They heard thier mother scream, as the front door was opened.

Sparda stood surrounded. "Mundus...but ...but...you are dead...what is the meaning of this?"

Mundus laughed. "It's simple really, Sparda. You took everything from me, and so I let you think that you killed me. I was supposed to lead the underworld now that Suriel is dead, but he has left strict orders, that no one lead but you..."

Sparda had a look of horror on his face. "Suriel...is dead?" Sparda looked grief striken. "And what of you teacher, Yeshua?"

Mundus walked into the middle of the room, joining Sparda, and whispering in his ear like a snake. "Yes, oh great Sparda...I killed Suriel with my own blade, and Yeshua was becoming too much of a liabilty, so I executed him as well..."

Sparda snapped, pushing Mundus across the room and into a wall, pointing his blade at the man's throat. "You bastard...I will make you pay for taking my friend..."

Vergil felt as Dante grabbed his hand, both of thier palms sweating profusely. Eva had her hands on either of thier shoulders, and they could feel her trembling.

Mundus sat laughing, as Sparda cointinued to grip his sword, unwavering. "What is it that you find so funny, Mundus?"

Mundus stood, as the blade followed him up. "You don't seem to realize that you are grossly out numbered Sparda. There are at least sixty more demons outside, hungry for the blood of your family..."

Sparda stood bravely, before turning to look at his twins, and then to Eva. He stared deeply into her teary eyes, before mouthing the words "I love you". With that, the dark knight gave a mighty roar, transforming into his demon half, and attacking the creatures closest to him.

Eva screamed, as she saw more demons than she could count, leap at her husband, making him disappear completely under a pile.

The twins stood next to thier mother, scared and in shock. Eva turned to Vergil. "Get Dante downstairs...NOW!"

Vergil shook his head. "No mom! I'm gonna stay and help father!"

Eva shoved Vergil into Dante. "GO NOW VERGIL!" She looked at Dante, tears flooding his face. "Your brother will protect you Dante...now hurry..."

Vergil turned to his brother. "Get downstairs and grab our weapons NOW..." Dante stood still, staring at his brother in terror. "GO DANTE...HURRY!" Dante began a sprint for the basement, as he saw his twin run to thier mother's defense.

He and his brother had been trained in the martial arts, so Vergil was doing alright defending himself, but was having a hard time keeping both he and his mother safe at the same time.

Dante watched as Vergil balanced himself on one hand, while using his feet to kick ouwards, knocking two demons into a far wall, only to be attacked by three more. The demons began to shred his arms, and back with thier sharp claws, as Eva screamed at the top of her lungs for her husband.

At that moment, everything became a slow blur to Dante. There were no sounds, just the sight of his family being taken from him, before his very eyes.

He saw a demon begin to drop it's sickle down onto his mother's head. "VERGIL!" Verigl turned to his twin, who was pointing behind him. "MOM!"

Vergil turned, and grabbed his mother in a split second, throwing her to the side, leaving the sickle to embed itself right next to his head, and into his shoulder.

His brother was now down, and his mother defenseless.

Dante turned to see his mother looking at him, as blood began to pour from her beautiful, soft lips. She stared at him, a large sickle jetting out from her stomach.

The younger twin watched as his mother mouthed her last words to him. "Take...care...of eachother..." With that, the sickle was pulled from her, leaving her lifeless body to fall to the floor.

Dante began screaming uncontrollably, as Vergil struggled to stand back up, pulling the blade out of his shoulder. Dante started to run to help him, but in that fleeting moment, his foot slipped on a pool of blood at the top of the basement stairs, sending him tumbling over and over, until he landed unconcious at the bottom of them.

Vergil watched as the demons swarmed his father, as he tried his hardest to fight back, but was fighting a loosing battle. It was at that moment, that he began hatching a plan in his mind, and dreading what he must do.

He had seen his brother's fall, and quickly went to the basement door, closing it tightly. He then grabbed a sword out of one of the fallen demon's hands, and rushed to his father's side.

The two stood back to back, as Sparda leaned his exhausted head back, to rest on his son's bloody shoulder. "Ya know..." His voice was raspy, and weak. "There's no one I'd rather have fighting at my back right now Vergil..."

Vergil felt prouder at that moment, than he ever had in his life. "Thanks dad...but now what?"

He felt his dad push off of his back, swinging his sword as if he had gotten a new wind. "Now Vergil...we kick some demon ass..."

Vergil smirked, and began to shred the creatures in front of him, dodging and ducking, as he turned to check on his father. Sparda swung his blade with precision, chopping demon, after demon in half with ease.

Just as Vergil thought that they might be making headway, he turned to see his father looking at him, blood dripping from his eyes. "Dad...?" He felt the coldness of a blade at his throat, as he realized they had been defeated.

Mundus stepped around from behind his father, pulling with him, the sword that had imapaled Sparda's back, as he walked.

Vergil watched at his father's eyes buldged out of his head, as his side was ripped in half. His mouth moved slightly, blood pouring from it. "Vergil..." Mundus then pulled the sword around to his stomach and pulled it out. His father dropped dead to the floor in front of him.

"Mundus...you bastard!" Vergil wanted to dart forward, and help his father, but the sword at his neck held him back.

Mundus walked slowly over to the older twin, stopping right before him. "Ah...so who do we have here? Vergil is it?"

Vergil spit in his face, only to recieve a knee to the back, causing him to lay on his side at the feet of Mundus.

"Now boy...you will serve me...and my new second in command...I believe you know Arkham don't you?" A man clad in a gray suit, stepped out from behind Mundus. "Hello Vergil...long time no see..."

Mundus knelt down next to Vergil. "You WILL help Arkham raise the Temin-ne-gru. After you have succeeded, we will face one another, and find out just how strong you actually are..." Mundus sneered in his face. "...or I will take something even more precious to you than your own parents..."

Vergil looked up, sweat and blood dripping from his face, and body. "YOU! I will NEVER serve you!"

Mundus laughed, standing back up. "Oh I think you will..." He pointed behind Vergil.

Vergil turned to see two armed guards, holding thier swords to his little brother's neck. Dante was crying as he looked at his brother. "Verge...I'm so sorry! I tried to fight them off!"

Mundus used his boot, to turn Vergil's face around, so that it was facing him. "So devil boy...what is it gonna be?"

Vergil closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, before getting to his knees, and hanging his head low. "I will do as you wish..."

"I thought you'd see it my way..." Mundus raised his hand to the older twin. "Now...stand, and join me in our journey back to the underground."

Vergil turned to look at his brother. Dante was trying to pull away from the guards. "What the hell are you doing Verge? Don't go with him! We can fight this... together!"

Vergil turned back around. "I'm sorry Dante...I have no choice..." He walked out the door, followed by Arkham, and Mundus.

The guards surrounding Dante released him, and left the room, leaving him standing there all alone. He sank to the floor, against the wall behind him, and put his head down between his knees. He began to cry harder and longer than he ever had in his life, realizing that now, he was all alone...

--End Flashback--

Rune sat horrified at the thought of what Mundus had done to his grandparents. "Dad...I'm so sorry about what..."

Vergil put his hand up. "If I could turn back time today, I would still make the same choice, if it meant my little brother being spared."

Vergil sighed. "Sleep now Rune...we can continue this after you have rested." Vergil walked over to Rune's desk, setting his katana on top of it. "Have no worries son...I will watch over you while you sleep..."

Rune nodded, his body shaking slightly, before closing his eyes and entering a healing sleep.

Hope you all enjoyed this..it was kinda depressing to write, but I had to..LOL See ya all soon! R&R for me and I will post faster!