Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry or any of it's characters.
Summary: Just a little poem on how Dante feels about his brother, Vergil. Dante POV. Implied DxV.
Sky of blood
I walk along a bloodied path
and reach for a crimson star,
above my head you're looking down
upon my face of scars.
As I tear away and sadly know
what I will never be,
my foe, my rival, my brother
my whole eternity.
Do I wish to walk this path?
Or is it fate that chooses?
Look at my tattered shell
a spirit erased by bruises.
A life well lived and just a waste
eclipsed in misery,
if this is where I'm meant to walk
then watch me carefully.
Waiting always hurts
and ashes turn to mud,
why do you look down on me?
from your crimson sky of blood.