Yo no poseo DMC ni los caracteres. Por favor no se olvíde revisar.

I shoulda wrote this chapter in Spanish just to piss you off. ;-) Oh, well... Enjoy.

Chapter 4: Seth No Evil

Vergil was still trying to wrap his head around Dante's new form.

"So..." he began cautiously, "who –"

Dante knew what Vergil was getting at and decided to finish the question, "You mean whose body I am squatting in? I think his name is Seth. As for how I was drawn to him, I do not know. Maybe it is the fact that he is a musician like I once was."

Dante placed his hand on the coffee table. Vergil watched as a drumstick on the floor flew up onto the table and into Dante's hand on its own accord.

"Maybe it's because he's coming into his own power," Dante completed his own thoughts.

Vergil tried his best to hide his fraying façade from Dante. His brother had died weeks ago and suddenly he was back. What could he say to that; 'Hey bro... How's the afterlife?'

They had been far apart in more ways than one. However, in these last few years, they had grown closer than ever.

Vergil sensibly collected his thoughts. After all, he didn't want Dante to get the idea that he had been moping since that day. Then again, Dante had always been immune from Vergil frosty exterior.

"Ah, so many questions... Is Seth a demon?"

"Wow... so direct. No, Seth is human. But, I think he's witch."

"You keep strange company," Vergil said glumly at the irony.

Dante smiled and said, "True. That's exactly why I needed your help."

"You lured me here because you needed my help?"

"Hey! I didn't lure you here, I was only having fun. It's not my fault that your twin senses were tingling. At any rate, I need you to look into something for me."

"What is it?"

"I can't tell you much, but I am here to collect a soul and I don't want to lug around damaged goods."

Vergil raised an eyebrow, "A soul? Who's soul?"

"Can't say. It's my job to save as many souls as possible, but I am not allowed to do it directly."

"Your job?"

"Oh, right! I never did tell you," Dante laughed, "I am steward... a guide to the afterlife, if you will. Upon death, I pretty much capture their souls and send them on their way. I don't do last requests or regrets... Some other guy handles that stuff."

"Riiight. So, you are the grim reaper? How did you land such an occupation?" In the past, Vergil could only believe half of what Dante, the habitual liar, told him.

Dante was getting somewhat annoyed from Vergil's disbelief, but decided to answer his questions anyway. "Not the grim reaper, a grim reaper. I became a reaper because the Powers That Be didn't exactly know what to do about a devil in Heaven and I didn't do anything to warrant being sent to Hell. So, I guess this job serves as a probationary period. By the way, I met your reaper. Oh, the gray hairs you gave him. You are giving him hell."

Dante chuckled and continued choosing his words carefully, "About this soul... I can tell you that you will come into contact with this person. You will have to make some tough decisions, but I'm confident that you do the right thing. If this is done correctly, then this soul may not meet a horrific end."

"So you want me to do the foot work for you?"

"Well...Yeah. It will do you some good too. Besides, I like pissing off your reaper."

They both smiled and chuckled for a while.

Dante let out a small yawn and lay on the couch.

"Looks like I'm outta time and I got a quota to fill. See you around, Verg. Do me a favor... When this kid wakes up, lie to him or something."

"But, Dan –" Vergil reached out to his brother.

It was too late, Dante had already slipped away and the boy lay sleeping.

Seth's sparkling green eyes blinked open. Vergil turned to see the now wide awake boy sit up. His eyes searched around the room with a clearly confused look on his face.

"How did I get here?"

Vergil adopted a surfer's accent and did his very best Dante impression, "Duuuude, that was an awesome party. The girls... the booze. Too bad you passed out."

Seth digested Vergil's statement and tried to shake away the throbbing pain in his head.

The boy surveyed Vergil's snow-capped head and slowly said, "Hey! Aren't you –"

"No..." Vergil cut him off, "but I get that a lot."

The boy briefly looked away and back again. Seth parted his lips to say more but Vergil had already gone.

I know.. its extremely short. I guess my muse went on vacation and I guess that I couldn't stay serious for long.

Boy, do I suck at dialogue.

Anyways, review?