Dante shook his head for a moment then he rubbed his eyes for a moment when his eyes went back to their normal coloring. Dante looked back at the old man whose eyes had gone back to normal as well. Dante took his hand out from behind his back and laid the guns across the man's lap. The guns belonged to Dante's father Sparda. The man looked down at the guns then back at Dante who hadn't said a word to him for over 20 minutes.
"Why are you giving me these sir?" The man with the white hair asked.
"Maybe my father's guns will help you get your memory back of that night. Heck they might even help you find out who you are? If that make any sense at all?" Dante said in a sympathetic tone.
"What was your father's name and yours so I could remember when I regain my life back?" The man with white hair asked.
"My father's name was Sparda the Legendary Dark Night. My name..my name is Dante son of the Legendary Dark Night Sparda." Dante said as he raised up and began walking out of the room.
The man sat there blinking for a moment in disbelief that he was now in the home of the son of the Legendary Dark Night. Dante left the room closing the doors behind him sighing to himself. The power that had radiated from the man with white hair seemed so familiar to but he couldn't put a finger on which family member of his was it. But he knew Mundus could copy that power though. So he wasn't sure but in time he will know if he will have to kill a man his son has come to trust if it turned out to be either his twin brother or one of the demon minions that worked for Mundus. The man with the white hair looked down at the guns lying in his lap. He placed one hand down on the black .45 then a pleasant flash came to his mind hearing a small child talking to him about his guns.
"Daddy your guns are neat. Do you think I could have a pair just like them when I get older?" The little boy said in the flash back.
"Maybe when your old enough why I must leave everyday to keep peace in the human world then you may help me craft your own guns my son." The man with the white hair said.
"Yeah! I'm going to have the same type of guns like Luce and Ombra!" The boy jumped and yelled in excitement.
The memory began fading with the man laughing at the excited little boy. The man with the white hair raised his head and looked at the guns again. He picked up both of them and looked at the names on the guns. And their were the names of the two .45s written right on the slide of them. The man smiled at himself knowing that maybe he was connected to this family some how but he was still trying to figure out how now. The memory had been pleasant especially when he thought about the guns in the memory. He reflected on the memory maybe to try and find more pleasant memories but they wouldn't come. He sat there for a few moments when the door to the room opened and a little boy with white hair came walking in rubbing his little eyes. The man with the white hair looked up and smiled seeing the child again but this time he was awake well sort of.
"Hello sleepy head." He chuckled a bit.
The little boy finished rubbing his eyes and looked over to the man sitting in the bed. Then he just gave this big smile across his young face. He ran from the door and over to the bed then climbed right beside the man sitting in the bed and wrapped his arms around him. Kilk hugged the man as tight as he could possible could. The man blinked for a minute not understanding why this little boy would even hug a complete stranger. Or maybe this kid knew more then what he was putting on. The white haired man looked at the little boy that was hugging him tightly. He just wrapped his arms around the boy and another flash back slammed back into his mind. A woman carrying a very large sword was in an immense amount of pain and was having problems fighting black shadows off that kept advancing towards her. Then he saw himself or a version of himself killing off the monsters attacking her. Once he had cleared the room of the dangers. He turned towards the woman who fell to her knees holding her enlarged stomach. He walked over to her helping her to a worn couch. Its then he realized she was about to give birth her child right then and there. He helped with what he could about emergency birthing when he brought a white haired out of her the child began crying like it was suppose to. He gave a sigh of relief until he realized that the baby didn't have anything to be wrapped in. He looked around quickly and saw that the window curtains would have to do for now. He raised up ran over to the window and pulled both curtains down. He wrapped the small babe into the old ragged cloth. Then he went to turn around he heard the woman scream in pain again. He stood there in disbelief the woman was having twins. He ran over with the baby in his arms. He set the baby down underneath the couch for now so he could deliver the other child and keep an eye on the other. As the other child came out it had the most beautiful platinum blonde hair he had ever seen. He looked up at the mother who was panting heavily from just giving birth to twin boys. He wrapped the blonde hair baby up in the other half of the ragged curtain cloth then he picked up both boys who were crying in sequence. He walked over to the mother and laid both babies into her arms. He could tell that the mother was a very strong high-spirited woman. He told her he would return with help not to move from where she was that those things probably wont be coming back from what he had done to them. She gave him a nod of assurance, as she would lay back on the couch holding her children tight in her arms. He left the building to find her some but then things go black for him. He opened his eyes and looked down at the white hair the little boy had and just smiled wide.
"We know each other don't we small one?" The man with the white hair asked.
Kilk looked up at the man and just smiled wide, teeth and all. "Yes we do. You kept me warm when I was born. I don't forget a scent that easily nor powers."
"You had a twin brother where is he?" The man with the white hair asked.
"He was killed before mommy and I left that house. The bad black shadow monsters came back and took him to be a sacrifice. When mommy found them they killed my brother already and wanted me next to complete the ritual. Mommy wouldn't let them have me so she fought them all by herself with grandpa's sword." Kilk said in a sadden tone.
"I'm sorry that I couldn't anymore then I could. I tried to go get help but something stopped me and I blacked out. By the time I woke up the house was on fire and you two were gone by then." The man with the white hair said.
"It's alright I am alive at least and that's what counts for my daddy and mommy." Kilk said in a chipper tune.
The man with the white nodded smiling at the little boy. " So do you know anything about your grandfather…. Um I don't know what your name is?"
"My name is Nathan Kilk Sparda. And yeah I know a lot about grandpa Sparda." Kilk would bounce as he spoke to the man.
"Wow that is awfully big name for you isn't it?" The man asked.
"I guess but daddy and mommy call me by Kilk. Daddy likes it because it means fighting spirit." He would say in that chipper tone again.
"I guessed your father was something like that. So tell me about your grandfather Kilk? I only know a little bit about his history even I am a demon my self." The white haired man asked.