It was nearly twenty some-odd years later that Dante found himself standing in front of the graves again. "You know, Mom, I never wanted to come back," He found himself speaking as he sat in front of Eva's grave. "I hated you guys for a long time. I hated that you left me all alone without you in a world that I felt I had no part in. I thought that you all were happy in the afterlife without me. You and Pop and Verge were all together and happy in my mind for all those years and I loathed you guys for it."
He put the red rose he had been spinning in his fingers on the top of her grave. Then Dante gave a grim chuckle. "Then Verge showed up out of nowhere. He'd been alive all those years. And he was an evil ass too, Mom. I think what happened that day scarred him mentally and emotionally. I think it drove him a little bit nuts. I know that he never wanted to be weak again. He wanted to be strong enough and powerful enough to protect what he cared about. Then he went to Hell. He took Pop's sword and went to Hell."
Dante could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. "I thought that maybe I could go back and save him. But I had to kill him almost ten years later." He glanced at Vergil's grave. "Sorry, bro. I had to do it and I think you're in a better place now."
He got to his feet. "And for a while, I hated you guys all over again. But I know one day I'll be with you again and we can be a family. Thinking that way keeps me sane and happy inside." He wiped away the tears that had started to spill. "I miss you all. I love you all too."
