Author's Note: This was written by the second author of this fiction Danielle, this IS a collaboration fiction after all, expect chapter three soon.

Illies and his younger sister Allies walked through the outer regions of Hell, a battered and bloodied Vergil on both sets of shoulders. "We have to hurry if we don't want to attract any lesser demons," said Illies in a rather hushed voice. Allies only gave a small grunt as she stepped over a large piece of debris. "Allies?" he asked, but she didn't answer, she just kept walking forward, not wanting to say anything if she could help it.

"Allies, please say something. You're upset, I can tell, and I want to know why." He said, expressing his concerns aloud.
Allies snorted and tossed her hair shifting Vergil's legs on her shoulders.

"We should've killed him. I don't care if he is a son of Sparda, or a part of Luci's plans!" she shouted. The vibrations caused by her echoing voice caused loose rocks to clatter loudly from the nooks they had been resting in.

"Don't be so bitter, Allies, he was only acting on instinct, protecting something he treasured," Illies gave a soft chuckle. "I'm sure you would have done the same." He smiled picturing her in his mind's eye, knowing she had nothing to fight back with.

"Let's just get him home before he dies on us and Luci has a royal hissy fit." Allies sighed, shaking strands of hair from her face. Illies gave a small nod and they continued to climb over fallen rocks and maneuvering around metal rods that protruded from the boulders.
The danger lingering in the corners of the shadows seemed to be lurking closer and closer towards the injured party like a group of vultures circling around a fresh kill, waiting for the predators to leave the carcass behind. Rocks started clattering down towards Illies and Allies as the lesser creatures shifted in their positions. Allies looked around, worried about what might try to attack them at such a vulnerable time.

"Come on Allies, let's pick up the pace a little, I fear they have already picked up the scent of our blood." Said Illies, shifting Vergil's weight. Allies gave a small nod and began to walk a little quicker; glancing around as more rocks fell from their small niches. But walking quicker wasn't getting them anywhere, they were surrounded and both of them knew it.

"Come out and show yourselves!" Barked Allies, stopping and removing Vergil from her shoulders. The shrieks and screams of the demons as they leapt from their hiding spots sent a shiver down the girl's spine. But she stood her ground, shouting: "If you want him, come and get him!" Illies looked at her in astonishment.

"Allies, what is your problem?" he snapped, laying the rest of the comatose Vergil on the ground. Allies didn't answer; she only removed the gun from her back and aimed it at a demon lumbering towards them. It shrieked and screamed at them, wanting what lay just out of its reach. Shrieking again, it's wide mouth gaping open, it swung its mighty scythe towards them, wanting to cut down any and all obstacles to reach its goal. The others followed behind, howling and crying, waiting for a chance at the two. But before the demon could complete the swing, a loud gunshot echoed through the area, the demon falling forward onto Allies, decomposing into nothing more than a pile of soft sand. Again and again the gunshots echoed through out; and again and again the demons fell to the ground, melting into harmless piles of dusty sand.

"Eee! Illies get me out, get me out!" Shrieked Allies, the only visible point of the small girl was her head, poking out from the pile of sand that buried her. Illies turned his head and searched for any sign of the sniper. But to his dismay, he heard nothing more than the fading ringing of the shots. Walking over to his sister, her took her hand and pulled her from the pile of sand. "Did you see that?" she asked, brushing herself off and looking around, knowing full well that her brother couldn't see.

"Uhh… no, not really," he answered, grumbling a bit at the irony in Allies's question. "But, I do wonder who helped us." He turned his head again searching for the mysterious sniper. But everything remained still and deathly silent, so together, the two lifted Vergil once more and headed for home.

Up on a well hidden ledge sat a young girl, though she would appear to be older than Allies and quite possibly her brother. Long strands of snowy white/silver hair rested on her bare shoulders, the sleeves of her creamy white sweater resting just below her shoulders. Along silver chain hung around her throat and whatever was connected to it lay hidden beneath her soft sweater. She sat reloading a well polished black .45 caliber gun, sliding the clip in and feeling satisfied as she heard it click into place. She looked down upon the pair solemnly with a pair of strange crimson eyes that seemed to flash with anger and sadness. Holstering the gun at her side, and brushing dust off the baggy pants that hung around her hips, she jumped from ledge, deciding to follow them, but at a distance.

"Hold still god damnit!" shouted Allies as she tried to hold down a struggling Vergil. "Illies, do something!"

"I can't," yelled Illies. "We don't have anything to sedate him with." In his hands he held a small needle and medical suture along with a damp clothe stained red with blood.

"Damnit, where's Luci, he should be helping us," growled Allies, wrestling with on of Vergil's arms. "Christ he's strong!"

"That's quite enough!" came a voice from behind all of them. Vergil ceased his struggling to look at the tall slender figure of a man standing in the shadows. "I see that you're awake, Vergil." The man's voice was calm.

"It's about time you got back, Lucifer," grumbled Allies, standing up and straightening her jacket, tossing gauze onto the small cot they had laid Vergil on.

"I was caught up in something, and you would do well to keep your tongue in your mouth from now on," replied Lucifer, chuckling darkly. Allies closed her mouth and hung her head defeated.

"So…" huffed Vergil, as he stood on his wobbly legs. "You're Lucifer, the fallen," his cold blue eyes narrowed on Lucifer's figure, his spiked silver/white hair looking somewhat askew.
Lucifer gave another small chuckle and stepped from the shadows, his shoulders hunched upwards in a shrug.

"It would seem you already know who I am," he let his shoulders drop and clucked his tongue. "What a pity, I was so looking forward to giving my famed introduction," he shook his head sadly, long vibrant purple bangs shaking in front of his face.

Vergil snorted at Lucifer's childish attitude. "I'm leaving," he said, turning to the door and walking towards it slowly.

"Not like that you're not," said Lucifer, appearing in front of Vergil and wagging a finger at him. Vergil looked at him confused. "You haven't seemed to notice that you are wearing nothing more than a simple sheet," Lucifer gave a small chuckle and pointed out the simple white sheet wrapped around his waist and trailing on the wooden floor. "Here, put these on," pulling out a pile of neatly folded garments, he shoved them at Vergil and pulled Illies and Allies aside. "I need to speak to you two while our guest is getting dressed." He said, walking them to a different room.

"What is it now?" Allies asked impatiently. Lucifer fixed her with a hard stare and the girl quieted immediately. "Sorry sir," she whispered, looking down at the floor and swiveling her toes on the floor.

"As I thought," said Lucifer, patting Allies passionately on the head. "Now then, you both remember the plan right?" her asked, looking from one of the siblings to the other. They both nodded and he continued on.
In the other room, Vergil had finished changing; now in a light brown coat and a pair of tight leather pants, he looked at himself rather unsure of his new attire.

"What's the point in sticking around a dump like this?" he asked himself, shaking his head and fixing his hair. Looking around, her muttered something else under his breath and searched for his sword. Upon finding it, he picked it up and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
The sound of the slamming door caught the attention of the other three, who came running out of the next room and looked around.

"Shit, he's gone!" barked Allies, slamming her fist into a wall. "We're going to bring him back, aren't we?" she asked, looking up at Lucifer curiously.
The fallen gave a small shake of his head and smiled. He brushed back a few strands of jet black hair that seemed to contrast with his bright purple bangs.

"Let him get acquainted with his new home, I'm sure he'll come crawling back," Allies looked at Lucifer and then shook her head sadly. Illies said nothing and sat down in a chair, relieving his tired legs.
He walked among the debris and wreckage of what might once have been a city. He kicked aside small rocks and fragments of bones, looking about for anything to take his frustration out on. The tan colored coat he now wore flapped heavily in a slight breeze that swept through. But there was something else carried upon that breeze that caught his attention; a faint noise, a voice even. He strained to listen for it, hoping it would come again, but nothing answered his hopes and he grumbled, moving onward.

"Foul demon," hissed the voice he had heard only moments ago. Whirling about, Vergil searched the wreckage and ledges for any sign of a person. The voice seemed to laugh at him as he searched, mocking him. "You stumble about like a babe fresh from its mother's womb, you're pathetic," but instead of just hearing a disembodied voice, Vergil noticed a shadow emerge and placed a hand on the hilt of the sword at his side.

"Who are you?" he barked at the shadow, tightening the grip on the hilt.
Laughing, the shadow stepped forward into a small stream of light. The light illuminated the girl's slender body as she stepped closer to Vergil.

"I am nothing and I am everything," she grinned. "I am the beginning and I am your end." Her voice seemed to take on cold venom as she looked upon Vergil.
He looked into her crimson eyes and narrowed his own, icy blue eyes crouching as she stepped closer.

"Enough of you damned riddles, who are you?" he glowered, already feeling a hatred for her rise in him.

"Humph, you wish to know my name before you die?" asked the girl, tossing a few strands of silverfish white hair behind her. Bending forward in a small bow, she looked at him with her flashing eyes. "My name is Silver, Silver McQuinn," she said, introducing herself. "And that is all you need to know!" without further warning, she drew her gun and fired off a round at Vergil.

He barely had time to react, he drew his sword and deflected the bullet and leapt to the side. After Silver fired another shot, he ducked out of the way and made his way quickly towards her, slashing at her belly.
Silver jumped back quickly, sucking in her stomach to keep the blade from slicing into it, and leapt back a few more paces as Vergil came at her again.

"Son of a bitch!" she growled. She hadn't expected such fierceness from him, not after seeing him stumbling about. Getting quickly to her feet she hopped up onto a higher ledge and aimed the gun once more at Vergil. She fired off another round, but he merely jumped aside and continued his path up the mound of debris towards her spot on the ledge. "Fuck!" she hissed. Waiting for the right moment, she squeezed the trigger and watched as the half demon's head snapped back from the force of the trajectory. He fell backwards, back towards the ground below them. Silver watched, breathing heavily, beads of sweat forming on her brow. "Humph…" she panted, trying to get herself back together. "Scared me there for a minute," she jumped down from the ledge and slid down the mound of rubble towards Vergil's body. "I had expected more from you," she said, her voice filled with a false pity.

At that very moment, Vergil's eyes opened and he sat straight up, pulling Silver forward onto his blade. It cut through her side, blood staining her pale skin as it seeped out of the wound.

"Then you should have been expecting this," he whispered, forcing the sword in deeper and twisting it. Silver gritted her teeth, trying to keep the scream she wanted to let out inside. Rain began to trickle from the clouds and mingled with the blood that plopped onto the ground from Silver's wound. Soon the trickling turned into a full out down poor, washing the crimson fluid from the rocks. Vergil stood, pulling Silver up with him on the end of the sword, then placing a foot on her abdomen, her pushed her forward and watched her fall to the wet ground.

Silver hit the wet ground with a hard thud, thick droplets of rain pelting her and dampening her stained sweater. Taking out her .45 once more, she pointed the muzzle at Vergil, trying to hold it steady as she clutched her injured side. "This can't…be happening…" she hissed through gritted teeth. "I can't…let this…happen," she shook her head, her wet hair flying everywhere.
He chuckled softly, flicking blood from his sword and sheathing it quickly and efficiently.

"Oh but it is happening," he said looking down at her as he walked around her. "You are weak, so why shouldn't this be the outcome?" he asked stopping behind her and digging his heal in her wound. Silver let out a horrific cry of pain and dropped the gun onto the ground. "Tell me, why is it you go out looking for them? I mean, just look at where it's landed you," he gave another chuckle and continued to pace around her. "Just looking at you is making me sick," he knelt down, in front of her once more, and lifted her chin with a finger. "So just give up, there's nothing left for you. There's nothing here for you." Silver lifted her head away from him and whispered:

"I can't…give up…" she rolled over onto her stomach and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. She shut her eyes tight against the rain that slid down her face. "I won't…" she shook her head weakly in defiance. As her head shook, a small silver pendent fell from within her sweater and dangled on the thin chain around her throat.
Vergil stood and looked at the pendent as it gleamed.

"That pendent," he whispered. "Where'd you get it?" he kneeled down and took it in his hand, looking at it closely.

"I don't know…" huffed Silver weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. She snatched it back and crawled backwards, trying to space herself from Vergil. She coughed a small amount of blood falling onto a rock.

"You know damn well where you got it!" barked Vergil angrily, his patience now at its very limit. He stood and walked quickly towards Silver.

"Stay…stay away…" she coughed, trying to move farther away. "I told you I didn't know…"
"

You're lying!" he hissed, continuing to advance on her, not believing one word she said.

"God damnit, I told you I didn't know!" Silver finally shouted, pounding her fist on the ground. "Why don't you believe me?" small tears slid down her face as she clutched the pendent in a bloodied hand.
Vergil looked down at her, wondering if he could really trust her word. Finally he spoke:

"Do even know what it is, what it means?" he knelt down once more and took the pendent from her hand, putting it up close to her face. He dropped again, as if he had just been scalded. He stood up and turned around, no longer looking at her. "When you're ready to find out what you are, you can find me here," he brushed back his hair and walked off, leaving Silver alone, wet and confused