I would just like to take this moment to thank the fuckers who stole my wallet, and the dumbass who stole my answers in my online class. These people seriously pissed me off which put me in the writing mood.

Now that that's over with, I'd also like to apologize for making you guys wait on this chapter. I went through a long slump and lost complete confidence in my ability to write. This may be the first time I've actually sat down to write in a long while. Sorry.

This chapter is dedicated to Jam-Man265 who messaged me to ask when this story was being updated. I thought that no-one liked my stories anymore so thank you. I hope I don't disappoint.

Without further Ado-

Chapter 4

His body was numb. The only feeling shooting through his body was the pain of a fatigued body being pushed past its limits. He was sure that his arm was broken. He worried briefly about how his injuries wouldn't heal right and how much pain it would cause to fix it but he had more pressing matters to worry about.

He was in Hell. His broken guns attached to his side as he leaned heavily against Rebellion. Blood dripped from holes in his body and a gash on his face, his clothes ripped nearly to shreds. He'd have to get his jacket remade, it was too shredded to fix. The body of Mundus and his minions laid before him. It had been a long battle but he had finally one. He didn't know how long he had been in the underworld, time passed differently between the worlds, but the thought of seeing his family again brought a smile to his face.

"If you walk out of that door you're walking out of my life, you won't be welcome back."

If his family would have him back. He did this for them, he hoped she understood that. Dante moaned as his legs finally gave out and his body hit the floor. His eyes shut at the hard connection but he welcomed the pain. Pain meant he was still alive.

"Dante!"

At the familiar voice Dante opened his eyes. A blue figure was coming towards him. He knew that light, Vergil had finally found him. Better late than never, Dante was sure the children of Mundus would be after him now that he killed their father. He wouldn't be able to fight them off, no matter how young and weak they were, not alone.

Dante's eyes clenched closed and a cry of agony escaped his lips as his brother's hand-made contact with his skin. Vergil gently pushed his brothers nearly broken form until he has lying fully on his back. Carefully, Vergil surveyed his injuries and let out a sigh at Dante's state. His wounds would heal naturally, all but his broken arm. He cursed silently at the poorly healed arm and positioned his hands. He would have to re-break it in order for it to heal the correct way.

"Dante? Can you hear me?" A moan was his answer. "I need to re-break your arm. This will hurt." In one swift motion, Vergil heard the desired crack and winced at the cry Dante let out. No matter what had happened in the past, he hated seeing his brother in this much pain.

He held the healing arm as still as he could as Dante thrashed with the pain and felt relief as the thrashing came to an end. This time the arm would heal the right way and his demon could focus on the major wounds. Primarily the alarming hole in his stomach.

Slowly, Vergil lifted Dante's limp body and struggled to place him on his back. Once he was secure, Vergil grabbed rebellion from its place in the ground before listening for his brothers breathing in his ear. "Time to go home Dante, your children are ready to meet their father."

It was the last thing Dante remembered before passing out.

XOXO

Waking up in an unfamiliar place was the last thing Dante expected when he regained consciousness. The feeling of something soft under him and the warmth of a blanket was another thing he wasn't expecting. He had become accustomed to falling asleep on the damp, hard, and cold floors of the underworld.

He could feel the sunlight on his face and nearly smiled at the warmth it radiated. Hell didn't have a sun. Dante's eyes snapped open at the revelation. Vergil did it, he got them out of Hell. Looking around Dante felt a moment of confusion. He had expected the bloody walls of his room in Devil May Cry to be the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes, he was wrong. Instead, bare brown walls entered his vision. He hated brown, almost as much as he hated white. Brown was such a boring color.

His body felt better, not completely healed but enough. Turning from his place on the bed, he flipped from his back to his side before using his fully healed arm to push himself to sit upright on the bed.

Dante was surprised to find the room empty, he had half expected to find Lady sitting in the chair beside the bed, waiting for him to wake up. The couple had a lot to talk about. He only hoped that he could still call them that, a couple. She had been so distraught when he left. It broke his heart. Hopefully they could move past this and live out the rest of their lives together as a family.

The small sound of laughing children broke his thought. Pushing himself out of bed, he struggled to stand firmly on his own feet before working his way to the door before yanking it open in one solid motion. The laughter died down as two matching sets of eyes settled on him. Their eyes were wide at the sight of a new face.

The girl, who looked around 5, had previously been chasing the boy, who looked identical to the girl, with a gun. A nerf gun. Dante tilted his head at the sight before thinking of his own children. He wondered how old they were now. He hadn't been in Hell for that long so he figured they were only infants. His heart ached at the thought of him knowing nothing about his children, he didn't even know their names.

"Dante."

Dante jumped at the sound of his name. Looking from the two children, his eyes settled on the busty blond that broke him from his thought. He sent a weak smile her way before standing up straight and leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Trish." He watched in anticipation at what she would do. He knew she would be mad at him, not as mad as Lady but mad. He would have to suffer through whatever she had planned for him before getting to Lady. His body tensed at the thought.

"Devlin, Raine, go outside to play. Your mommy will be home in a bit okay?" Trish smiled at the kids and watched as they walked passed her on the stairs. She waited until the sound of the back screen door opened and slammed shut before crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes at the man in front of her.

"Where's Lady?"

Dante felt his nervousness rise and his resolve leave his body at Trish's calculating gaze. He hated that look, it was almost as bad as Vergil's.

"Out, she took a mission to take her mind off things," you, "I'm babysitting."

Dante raised a brow at the answer. "Who are the kids?"

Trish looked dumbfounded before moving to lean against the stair railing. A smirk grew on her lips and she almost laughed at the man's stupidity. She couldn't wait to see the look on Dante's face. "Devlin and Raine, twins, age 5. They're your kids."

Dante's arms dropped at the revelation and he stood straight in the door frame. They're your kids. That couldn't be true, he wasn't in Hell that long. Searching Trish's face for any form of a lie he found none. She looked to be enjoying his shock. Laughter was rolling from her lips.

Fuck, how long was he in Hell?