Eva was dying.
She took her last breath on the floor and her body lay bleeding.
A great big hand took one swipe at her and she fell helplessly to the ground. She did, however, fight the big fight. One minute she ran for her life screaming to her youngest: Run! Run, Dante, Hide and never show yourself! You are the last of the Sparda bloodline left! Your ability to stay alive depends on it!
Dante hid in a cracked hole, somewhere safe, somewhere where even great big monsters with big hands wouldn't swipe at him, just like they did with his mother.
She was dying. Her bloody body lay there and pools of blood drenched her blonde hair. Her face, which was once beautiful now was caked with the sticky residue of blood.
She was screaming for her life.
She was screaming for her children's life.
And now she lay there, gurgling up blood, until that same demon hand smashed her body, pulverizing her where she lay.
Dante lay there shivering in the darkened corner. So afraid was he that the big hand would come and swipe at him just like they did to this poor mother.
He was very afraid and feared for his life.
He feared his mother would not have survived.
Or did he?
He waited there for what seemed hours. Until the sun had begun to set, casting shadows on the bloody floor where his home was once cheerful. He walked in to call out: Mom? Vergil?
Why had he called out Vergil? Did they not take him already? Why did he believe that Vergil was alive? Another question was, why did he have hope that even his mother was alive.
Did he believe in that small mind of his, that child brain of his that his mother would have survived such a powerful hand?
Nevertheless, he wandered him, his small framed body was naked, cast off from all mortal clothing and he stumbled into their home and called out again: Mom? Vergil?
His mother's body was gone.
The tears came out of him like a spouting fountain; drops of saltwater came flooding out from his half devil's eyes and he restrained himself.
Even as a child he restrained himself.
But he saw his mother being torn to pieces. He saw her running away.
Running from that horrible demon's hand that came swiping at her body. Killing her with no mercy.
His name was Mundus.
He would destroy all Sparda and kill Eva's offsprings if it were the last thing on earth or hell to do.
He would destroy Sparda's first born, but he did not expect to find that Sparda's first born would turn to evil.
Evil just like his bretheren Sparda was once.
Now, Dante as a child lay there naked on the hard concrete floor, where all his mother's blood was spilled.
The tears came flowing out of him like waterfall and they filled the room with his sorrow.
He would no longer be happy like it once was.
No longer would he feel the arms of his mother holding him, cherishing him and loving him.
Dante was alone.
Orphaned. Alone, just like his brother, but his brother is dead too. Gone. Gone to evil.