A/N: OK – Dedicated to J

Yeah DMC belongs to Capcom... lucky things!

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The sun was streaming in through the front windows. The birds were singing and there as not a demon in sight. Vergil opened his eyes slowly. What a bad dream he was having. He dreamt that he had come back and everything was gone. What a strange dream. He was quite content at the breakfast table listening to his father discuss the nights adventures to his mother. He yawned and sat up rubbing his eyes.

"Vergil sweetie, you should have a nap I think" his mother was radiant. The sun streamed in and glinted off her perfect hair. "You was up all night watching for your father…" Vergil began to protest. "Don't you give me that boy, I may not have demon powers but I have a woman's intuition" She plucked some crumbs from his cheek. He must have dozed off on his toast.

His father chuckled "Were you looking out for me, son?" his father ruffled his hair. "I know I'm safe when my boys are looking out for me." His father reached across the breakfast table and fished a slice of toast out of the rack. He smothered it in strawberry jam and passed it to Vergil. Vergil gobbled it down.

"Thanks Dad!" He looked up adoringly at his father and thought to himself that life couldn't be more perfect.

"Off to bed with you now, I'll come and wake you up in an hour." His mother said in a good natured way. She was hardly ever mad at them.

"Yes Mum" Vergil got down from the table and snatched another bit of toast. He promptly covered it with chocolate spread.

"Hmm, I wonder who that could be for?" His father grinned at him. "Run along now, go wake him up"

Vergil bounded up the stairs to their bedroom. Quietly he opened the door as not to make a sound. He crept over to his brothers bed and looked down at him. Being the older of the twins he felt like he should look after him. Hence the toast with chocolate spread. He knew that he should sleep, but he was not tired. His mother meant well and he would never dare disobey her directly, but he had the blood of Sparda flowing through his veins and he didn't need sleep as much as other people. He was strong and fast, calm and collected. The boys at school called him a nerd because he took his study seriously, even though it was only the 2nd year of High School. He was determined to do well in everything and he was proud with the work that he achieved.

Dante on the other hand was lazy. He was the jock of the two, he was only a few minutes younger but he acted about 5 years younger. He was interested in music, films and going out. He was the polar opposite to Vergil. They took the same classes and sat next to each other, mainly so the Vergil could help him out with the really tough questions. Dante was not stupid though, and he knew it. Vergil also knew it, yet he helped him as he enjoyed spending time with his brother and he loved him dearly. When Dante's friends would tease him and tell him Vergil was boring Dante would always stick up for him and shout his friends down. When Dante, constantly, was getting into scraps Vergil would come in and dispatch who ever was making the problems worse. After a short time of starting at the school they were well known as being the Sparda Twins and people didn't bother to pick on them anymore.

Vergil was convinced it was because people were scared of them but they wouldn't say. Dante said it was because they were dead sexy and they couldn't compete against that. As he would say, they have inherited the best from their father, his smooth hair and his power, from their mother her pale skin and porcelain features. They both had ice blue eyes, but Vergil had more of his fathers cold calculated temperament, whereas Dante has his mothers warm personality. Dante was fast to make friends, although they may not have lasted long, whereas Vergil mainly kept to himself. They had the same circle of friends because they found they were more at ease with each others company.

Dante was always surrounded by a gaggling group of girls, much to Vergil's annoyance. Dante loved the attention, he liked to be seen as a ladies man. Girls seemed to flock to him like a moth to a lamp. Vergil would find them grinding and irritating. He had no time for women, he was looking to carry on his fathers work. Dante would walk into the common room and the girls would start to whisper and giggle. Vergil walked in and they would gaze in awe. Why they did this he was not sure, it made him uncomfortable sometimes, he figured Dante must have said something to them to make them think he was wonderful. Typical of his bother. He would never hear a bad word said about him, and he would defend him to his dying breath.

Dante stirred in his sleep and threw an arm out of the bed. He grasped his gun that he had made. It was white and as beautiful as his sleeping brother. Dante had made two guns. One for him and one for Vergil. Vergil shunned the gun though, feeling that it was not as good a weapon as his Yamato, but he would still spend hours doing shooting practice with him in the back garden as well as hours training. They were both determined to make their father proud.

Vergil stroked the hair back from Dante's face. He would never tell him but he liked to watch his bother sleep. He looked so innocent and defenceless. He would often fall asleep while watching a movie or something in bed while Vergil was in the bed on the other side of the room reading. Sometimes he would just sit for hours in the dark listening to his brother sleep. Vergil smiled, maybe he had gotten the lazy gene from his mother. She was not a very morning person and would often curl up with their father in the evening on the sofa and fall asleep. He was surprised that she was up with their father this morning, normally it was just Vergil that was the early bird.

Suddenly something shattered downstairs in the kitchen. Vergil ran down the stairs. A large portal was in the middle of the room and his mother was laying on the floor dead. His father was standing over her trying to wake her up. Demons swarmed from the portal. They tried to take his mothers body away from his father. His father was battling against them trying to get them back from her but it was no good. They swarmed in and took her.

"YOU!" his father turned to him with a rage he had never seen before. His eyes hardened to twin ice shards staring daggers at Vergil. "ITS YOUR FAULT" his father roared at him and slashed at him with his sword.

"But, wait!" Vergil panicked and tried to back away only to find Dante's corpse behind him with both guns pointed at him. "What the…" Vergil was confused. He had only just seen his bother in bed a moment ago.

The portal started to close and his father was sucked down with it.

"NO!" Vergil screamed and tried to pull it open again. He screamed with all his might and ripped at the portal. He didn't understand what had just happened. His family was falling apart.

"Dante, help me!" Vergil's voice was shaky and strained "Please…"

Dante raised his gun. Blood dripped from the muzzle and ran down his arm. His body was a mess of cuts and bruises, each of them weeping with blood and making a soft splat on the floor. Vergil stared at him horrified. What had he done to deserve this?

"You suck, bro" Dante pulled the trigger and everything went black.