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"So who is this girl?" Nero asked well eating his pizza.

Dante was chewing his pizza, "She is a half bred, angel and demon." Dante said with a full mouth.

"What you got to be kidding me? So what are going to with her?" Nero said after he stopped choking his pizza.

"Am going to get her to help me, you will see soon." Dante said with a smirk.

Nero just watched as Dante smiled like he had never smiled. "Listen up old man, if I help you then you must tell me what's up?"

Dante stopped smiling knowing that the only way that he could get Eternity was by telling Nero the truth. So he began to explain.

************Eternity's Loft***************

"What is that thing?" Vergil asked as a boxer was constantly barking at him.

Eternity just laughed, "That is my dog, and it is a boy and his name is Hunter."Eternity went to her brown, and black nosed boxer and petted him. "Verge I think that it is best that you leave. Sorry, I will talk to you later."

-Somewhere with Sparda and Eva-

Vergil left, however, he truly did not want to go back to Devil May Cry. He stood outside her door for a while not truly knowing where to go. Then he heard the faintest word 'Son!' At once Vergil knew that his father was calling, no doubt to scold him. He returned slowly to be his father and mother were. A place he did not understand every well, he knew that they were dead however. Vergil opened the door to a replica of his childhood home. He walked in; his father was waiting for him. "Yes, father?"

Sparda looked at his eldest son, wearing blue, he was upset, and "Where have you been?"

Vergil looked down he knew he was going to be in trouble, "Dante, and Eternity."

Sparda looked at his son; he knew that he was waiting to be scolded. "That's ..."

Eva cut into their talk, "How is your brother Vergil?" She was very upset.

Vergil turned to look at his mother, "Fine."

"Good then, let him live his life, your had your chance and you blow it, now for being gone for so long, go upstairs to your room."

Vergil looked at his father for compassion, Sparda looked away. "Why? Mother am dead anyway truth me, there is nothing that can happen to me."

Eva began to get very upset with her son, "That is it, Vergil, I will not have you responding in that tone with me, I do not care, you are to stay here. Because apparently when WE raised you in turn tried to kill your brother? How could you even think about doing that to your younger brother, you're supposed to give your life for him?"

Vergil turned to look at his mother, rage was now running through him, "Well, does it truly matter you always loved Dante more than me, and you also!" Vergil said pointing at his father. "You too never truly cared, and what was I supposed to do? Umm? I do not care what you think about me and I do not care if you judge my actions."

Eva's patience wore out, "You listen to me Vergil, and how can you say that we loved your brother more than you? We cared about you equally maybe it is just because your brother needed a little more help that does not mean anything. And that does not give you the ability to go around trying to kill your family." Sparda knew that this was not going to end good so he grabbed Vergil's shoulder trying inferring his son to drop this. It did not work.

Vergil moved out of his father's grip. "How can you stand there and tell me that? You were the one that always favored Dante, over everything; I bet that you would kill me in order to save Dante. You always considered me an extra; if anything were to happen to your precise son you would have me. Well, I have bad news for you mother, am

Nothing like my brother, I do not need humans to be happy, all I need is I!"

Sparda feeling his wife distress stepped in, "Son, Vergil, I know why you must have left that way but listen you and your brother were equals in our eyes. Sure Dante was a little trouble maker, but so were you."

Vergil began to walk away, he was walking towards the door, he really did not want to hear the whole you and your brother complete each other speech again. Just then a pain ran through his whole body, Eva, his mother had shot him, while his father had stabbed him. Sparda held his son body that was slowly falling into his hands. He was not going to let Vergil leave just like that. By the looks of things Eva had the same idea.

"How dare you?" Vergil spat at his father. He could feel the blood rushing out of his body.

"We need to talk, and if by hurting you is the only way to do then let it be." Sparda said as he picked up his son. Vergil was in dying pain, we really didn't know that was going to happen. "I will wear red next time so that you two will treat me better." Sparda grinned at that statement; he sat Vergil down on a chair that his wife had brought. He noticed that Vergil was already healing were Eva had shot him. So knowing that would also happen with the sword, he stuck deeper into his son's body and through the chair. Vergil yelled in pain, he grabbed onto the chairs arm. Then his mother began to tape his hands there. Sparda did the same with his feet.