Here we are! Chapter 3! Sorry it took me so long! As I have mentioned before, this is a Flashback chapter that explains how Vergil escaped hell and how he realized that he loves Dante! Awww! There are a couple of OC's that I put in. One in this chapter and another later on. And believe me, you'll love the second guy!

I am aware that this is NOT how DMC3 ended. Something about Mundus turning Vergil into a new demon? Didn't really see that part, but I read it somewhere. But hell, it's fanfiction!

I was thinking of how OOC Vergil is. Then I thought: "Hey! At least I didn't put him in a sexy bunny suit." And now I have yet to get that image out of my mind. And yes, it is now in yours. Enjoy!

Now, let's get this show on the road! WOO!

Who Do You Desire?

Vergil always wondered what death felt like. He had slain so many others—both human and demon—but he had never experienced the cold grip of death himself.

His mind began wandering. Was he really dead? What was the last thing he did? He remembered landing in Hell and the portal to the human world closing. He remembered that he was injured from his previous fight, but he still foolishly sought his revenge against that certain demon who tore his family apart.

"If father defeated him, then I can too," he thought at the time, but not long into the fight did it become apparent on who the victor would be. Vergil was weak; Mundus was strong. Vergil was injured; Mundus was unharmed. Vergil was young and inexperienced; Mundus was old and wise. It was clear who would triumph. Mundus had quickly overpowered him.

The last thing Vergil recalled before blacking out was a strange feeling of regret. Something he hadn't felt in years. But what could've brought about this feeling?

Did he not want to die? No, that's not it; he didn't care if he lived or died.

Is it because he was too weak to defeat the one who took his mother away from him? Close, but that still wasn't it.

Why? He has never felt like this before, so why now? Why?

Was it...because of him?

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The first thing Vergil noticed without opening his eyes was that most of his clothing was gone. The next thing was that his wounds were cleaned and bandaged. Another thing? He was lying on a soft, warm bed. He could hear the cackling of a fire and the steady creak of a rocking chair.

Vergil finally opened his eyes and was greeted by warm light. He looked around the small, almost bare room. On one side was a door that he assumed led into the washroom. On the other side were some windows that revealed nothing but darkness. He couldn't tell where he was.

"Ah, so you've finally awoken," came a soft, quiet, voice. Vergil quickly looked behind him and saw the fireplace holding a blazing fire with a pot set over it. There, sitting in the rocking chair a few feet away from the fire and from him, sat a woman. She was wearing a cloak that covered her entire body and half of her face.

"Where am I?" Vergil asked as he sat up. His wounds were already healed, so he began to remove the bandaging. His eyes never left the mysterious woman.

"The human world," she answered. He immediately stood up.

"How can that be? I was in Hell! How did I get here? Who are you?" He reached for his sword only to realize that it wasn't anywhere near him.

"Are you looking for this?" she asked calmly, reaching behind her and pulling out his sword. With two hands, she held it out for him, waiting for him to take it.

He walked over and did just that. He unsheathed it just a little to examine it before putting it back. He couldn't sense any hostility from this woman.

"You must forgive me," she said with a chuckle. "I could not resist holding it. I have not seen that sword in so long. It brought back many memories."

"Where have you seen this sword? It belonged—"

"To you father," she interrupted. Vergil looked down at her. The woman's eyes glistened with excitement. "Pick a question, child, and I will answer it. But please, sit down first. Have yourself a cup of tea." She gestured towards a tray of tea cups that was sitting on a table next to her.

Though not really wanting to drink anything, Vergil still grabbed a cup and sat on the chair next to her. He placed his sword on the side, close to him just in case.

"Your first question?"

"How did I get to the human world?" Vergil didn't like playing games, but he figured the only way to get some answers was by playing along.

"It seems, while you were in Hell, you stumbled upon the many portals to the human world. However, when I found you, you were passed out and heavily injured. I suppose it was sheer luck that brought you here."

She took a sip of her tea, and Vergil took this moment to notice how bony and frail her fingers looked. So that meant she was very old.

"How long?" He fingered the edge of his sword's handle.

"Oh, I would say about seven, maybe eight months. But I believe that the time in Hell travels slower than the time in the human world."

"Why did you take me in? Didn't you know I am a demon? I could kill you any second now."

She let out a faint giggle. "I know you can, but you will not. I can see it in your eyes. You are confused. Lost. You want the answers that I hold. Even to the questions you do not know how to ask." She took another sip of her tea. "I brought you in because I recognized you. Of course, you were so little back then, I doubt you remember me. They say you look exactly like your father, but I can see much of your mother in you."

It was then that Vergil had enough of playing this game. He grabbed his sword and pointed it straight at the woman's throat, only inches away. However, she appeared to be unphased.

"Enough! I want answers! Who are you? How do you know my mother and father? Answer me!" he growled. She shook her head with a sigh.

"My, how much you have changed. When did you become so violent? You were such a sweet child, always helping you mother. Of course, there was the occasional fight with your brother. I wonder how he is doing. Do you miss him?"

The question almost made Vergil drop his sword. Miss him? Miss Dante? Why would he? The woman chuckled at Vergil's perplexed expression. She reached over and tugged the cloak off of her head revealing an aged woman, probably in her mid-fifties with pale yellow hair.

"My name is Evangeline, and I was a very close friend to your mother." Vergil looked down at the old woman in shock. This caused her to laugh even more.

"My...mother?" was all he could manage to say.

"Yes. I know your mother very well. I also knew your dad which is how I was able to recognize Yamato." Evangeline stood up slowly, and Vergil took a few steps back, sheathing his sword in the process. "However, that is a story for another time." She reached out and her fingers brushed Vergil's cheek, though he did not back away this time. Her movements were gentle, comforting, something he hadn't felt in years.

"I remember when you were still very young. Such a sweet child. I heard about the incident and my heart just broke. I wanted to take care of both of you, but I was too late; you and Dante were already gone." The sound of Dante's name snapped Vergil out of his daze.

"What did you mean earlier? That I would...miss him? He was the only thing standing in my way to reach my goal of obtaining true power! Why would I miss him?"

"Do you hate him?" Evangeline asked after a slight pause.

"What?" Vergil gasped, taken aback by the sudden question.

"Do you hate him?" she repeated.

"Well...I...Yes, I do!" He looked away.

"You are lying. I can see it in your eyes. You feel regret. What do you regret? What is the last thing you remember before falling into Hell?"

Vergil thought back on the events that happened. He and Dante had defeated Arkham. Then they fought over their father's sword. Dante was so determined to stop him. And he did. Vergil was defeated in his final battle against Dante. Unable to face that kind of humiliation, Vergil decided to fall into Hell to complete his goal, even without the power of Sparda.

But...why? Why did Dante try to stop him from falling? He had reached his hand out, but Vergil slashed it, refusing his help. The last thing he saw was the look on Dante's face. Why did he look so sad? That face was burned into Vergil's mind. Is that why he felt so regretful? Why?

"You regret hurting Dante," Evangeline answered, as though she was just reading his mind. "What do you feel for Dante? It is not hatred. I can tell by just seeing it in your eyes."

"If not hatred, then what? I...I don't know! I feel so confused! My heart feels heavy whenever I think about it. What is this feeling?" The elder woman smiled gently.

"This 'feeling' is called love, Vergil."

"Love? I do not love! I am a demon!"

"Half-demon," she corrected. "If I remember correctly, your father, the great demon Sparda, fell in love with a beautiful human. Nothing stopped him from loving her."

"I don't understand! Why do I feel love?"

"Only you can answer that. Who is it that you love? Who do you desire?" The question weighted on Vergil's heart.

"Who do I desire?" As soon as he spoke the question, the image of Dante's hurt expression flashed in front of his eyes. The answer was so clear, but Vergil still had his doubts. "It is... forbidden," he sighed, defeated—something he would never be able to admit, but somehow this woman, Evangeline, was able to shake him to his very core.

"Love is never truly forbidden. Nothing is allowed to stop two creatures from loving each other, but is demon blood, human blood, or both." Vergil was suddenly overcome with the great urge to see Dante.

"I need to see him! I want to see him now!" Evangeline nodded understandingly. She gestured towards the door that led to the outside."

"Then go! Find him! Make amends! Confess your love!"

"Where is he? Where can I find him?"

"I know that he owns a shop called Devil May Cry. Your shirt and coat are handing by the bed. I took the liberty to mend all of the holes and cuts for you."

Without another word, Vergil grabbed his clothes and sword and made his way out the door into the night. Before disappearing, he paused in mid-step and whispered a barely audible "thank you." All Evangeline could do was smile and pray that the two would find each other.

Vergil traveled long and hard to find the owner of Devil May Cry. After three months, he finally found the town where it was located. Throughout his travels, he was confronted by numerous demons who all were under the command of Mundus. It seemed that the powerful demon was determined to kill Vergil. He sent horde after horde of demons, but Vergil was always able to overpower them easily.

He made his way towards Devil May Cry when he was attacked by yet another band of demons. One demon was able to slash him pretty good before Vergil was able to ram his sword right through it. Though the wound wasn't deep, he still lost some blood. All he could do was just hope that Dante wouldn't overreact too much when he saw it.

SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG! Due to some certain circumstances, I had to have my computer forcefully removed. I just got it back, but I've been without yaoi for so long! IT WAS HORRIBLE!

OKAY! Next chapter will be quick and short and then the next will have a fun scene for all you people who love chains and whips. It won't be too S&M but...HELL I LOVE BONDAGE!

I promise that there will be more fun scenes in the future! Next chapter soon! I promise!