Like Vergil with Dante.
After parting with Lucia, Dante set foot on the soil of the Demon World. The speed of the motorcycle flared up hot sand of the forbidden land. He sped on, regarding nothing but his destination.
Maybe it was too long before the intervals of their meetings, Dante failed to notice the faint aura emitted from a long distance away. Blue, icy, confused. Everything that says Vergil.
After a decades of time passed by, what was remained of him was nothing Vergil-representing anymore. Sapphire shards shimmered under the elusive and enigmatic light source from above. All these years he wandered without a sole purpose, all that he held on to keep himself from fading away was the single will that the reason behind vanished along with his consciousness after his physical form demolished.
He drifted on, catching the movements of the sand, any trace of his brother.
Dan...te