A/N: OK – Dedicated to J

Yeah DMC belongs to Capcom... lucky things!

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Virgil landed gently on the ground in front of the shop. His coat settled gracefully around him. He stretched his back and cracked his neck. Maybe he would find something edible in the freezer he wondered. He could feel his heart beating slowly and steady, his breathing had returned to normal, but he was feeling a little weak. He glanced down at his hand and realised that he had been gripping his sword with a little more vigour than was necessary. His knuckles were whiter than his hair. He let go and flexed his hand as we walked towards the shop. He should really find his gloves; they must be in the bag he thought.

The door was closed. Well what was supposed to be the front door was closed. Vergil had no closed it before he left. He tried to open it. It didn't budge. He tried again, a little harder this time. Nothing. He drew back and then kicked it hard. The door flew inwards flying off its hinges and into the remains of the pool table.

The room was dark. Vergil was pissed. How dare a demon have this amount of cheek to enter his home? His eyes glinted as they adjusted to the gloom and his blade shimmered in the dark. He side stepped from the door so he was not such an easy target.

BANG.

Vergil tucked and rolled. Another volley of gun fire followed and he used his sword to help defect them. What sort of demon uses guns he thought? A cowardly one or one that had learned to enslave the humans and use their technology.

The demon let out a roar and Vergil realised it was closer than he thought. He gagged, too close; he could smell the things breath. He could sense the movements in the shadows but he couldn't get a fix on it. It moved to fast and he was too low on energy to be able to focus properly. He summoned a few swords and sent them in the general direction that he figured the thing was. They each stuck in the walls as they had not hit anything, but they gave off a slight blue shimmer so he could at least illuminate that area. The room was not that big he thought to himself. There are not that many places it could hide.

He stalked round the remains of the pool table, sword drawn and ready to strike. He held his breath to listen to the room. It had grown too quiet; it was as though he was in a vacuum.

The room exploded with sound and Vergil pulled the rest of the pool table onto its side as he hid behind it in time. He could feel the bullets drilling into the other side of the table and could feel the force behind them. The table was beginning to break apart and he was starting to panic a little. His health was low, and last thing he wanted was to be filled full of lead, even with his demon blood it would take a while to recover from that!

He flew up and over the table above the gunfire and came down heavy on the creature slashing at its head with his sword. He let out a cry of pain as the demon ripped through his coat and sliced into his arm. The pain was great and Vergil had no choice but to trigger or escape. He figured that trying to escape would use more energy so with a roar and a sickening wet ripping sound he unleashed his full power and let his demon side come to the surface.

His eyesight was perfect for the darkness and the creature he was facing was not as fast as before. It was about he same size as him now he had triggered and it seemed to be just as angry as he was. Although Vergil liked the feeling of power triggering gave him he preferred to keep this side under wraps, the power was so delicious and the carnage was so beautiful.

Vergil shook his head to concentrate; the corners of his vision were clouded with red by his blood pumping twice as fast around his body and the pure rage at the demon making him even madder. How dare this filthy thing come into his house!

He summoned more swords at an alarming rate and the demon staggered back as it was drilled full of them. Vergil allowed himself a grin and followed it up with some well placed slashes with his sword.

The demon was starting to bleed. Vergil could smell its fear and he knew that he had the upper hand. All the training wasn't in vain, in honing and improving his normal fighting skills he had inadvertently improved his demon skills and he loved the way his body ripped and responded to the fight more than he realised he could. He was actually enjoying this.

BANG.

Vergil stumbled and glanced up at the other demon. It was still fast and with him being over confident it had been able to shoot at him. The bullet had torn through one of his wings. No big deal, it would heal in minutes, but he couldn't afford to be lax. Although the devil trigger was giving him the extra boost he needed he needed to concentrate, he could feel his energy slowly rising but if he was hit too many times even the power of the trigger would not help.

The demon laughed and growled at him. Vergil spat and raised his sword.

"COME ON THEN!" he called out to the demon, how dare it laugh at him. Vergil roared with anger and flew forward like a mad man swords flying in all directions and slashing at the demons body.

This seemed to have taken it by surprise as it stumbled and staggered as it was impaled by the swords and it groaned as his sword sliced into its sides. It was working, the demon was growing weaker. It was not able to keep up with the pace of Vergil's attacks and it was backed up into the corner.

"Die" Vergil growled as he plunged his sword deep into the demons chest, he felt his sword go into the wall behind, the vibrations singing along the blade.

The demons eyes grew wide and it screamed with an ear splitting pitch. Vergil backed away and covered his ears. As he did so he morphed back to his normal state. His coat was going to need a little patching up and he was sore from various wounds but he was ok.

The demon thrashed and yelled clawing at the sword. It was pulling it out! No, Vergil thought, that should be enough! There were ghost swords still jutting out from other sections of the demons body and it was just still going. It had now pulled the sword from its chest. Vergil tensed. This was going to be tricky.

The demon roared and fell to its knees. It looked at Vergil's sword and back up at Vergil. It looked confused. It seemed to be trying to speak to him. Vergil was not about to get close to it to hear what it was going to say. He was not in the mood to have his limbs ripped off. Maybe this was a similar tactic to some other strong demons he had faced, they pretend to be weak and helpless and when you go into deal the final blow they leap up and drain your energy. Oh what he would do for a good cup of his father's tea right now.

"I thought you were not coming back?" The demon was on its hands and knees on the floor. What was that? Vergil thought it had tried to speak to him. The demon looked up at him with a meek expression in its eyes.

"Vergil" the demon collapsed on it its front and twitched slightly. Any moment now, Vergil thought, poof. The demon remained where it was. Surly they thing was dead? Vergil took a chance and whisked his sword from the demons limp hand. He used the tip of his sword to poke the things shoulder. It didn't move. It was slightly trembling, maybe it wasn't dead.

Vergil took a step back to think. Was this thing really a demon then? Could it be a possessed human? He looked down at the form on the floor, no a human would not be able to take this form, it was certainly devil in essence. He stooped down to have a closer look. Now that the thing was out of action the light had returned to the room and it was easier to get a better look at it. The things armour was strangely familiar with a reddish brown texture, which he had mistaken for black earlier. Or maybe it was black in places, the demon was curled around itself so it was hard to get a proper look at it.

The thing was still breathing it seemed. But Vergil sensed that it was either unconscious and wouldn't be getting up for a while or it was just recuperating. Vergil thought for a second and then with a swift kick rolled the thing over to get a proper look at its face and the wounds it might have.

Its mouth was gaping and it was drooling slightly, there was blood mixed in the spit that was coming out of its mouth. Vergil smiled to himself, he had damaged it quite a lot. There were various cuts and gashes over the things torso, and he could see the blood starting to heal and congeal, but it would take a while. The demon wouldn't be moving for a while.

Vergil bent down to have a good look at the thing. His father had always tried to get a good look at the things he fought, just in case he came up against anything again. He had an encyclopaedic knowledge of the foes his father had vanquished and this was a good opportunity to go through his memory banks to see if he could classify this, this thing.

The demons eyes were wide open. They were blue. Ice blue. They were just like his.

Identical in fact.

Vergil fell backwards. No it can't be. He was sure that he was dead. The blood. The room. The battle marks. The whole house.

The demon blinked at him. In one swift movement it transformed in to the brother Vergil had thought was lost to the world. He was sure that he was gone. The emotions raging through Vergil's body conflicted with the rage at his brother attacking him in such a cold blooded manner, he then remembered he was a cold blooded killer when he had left and Dante, his dear Dante, would have no idea what he had been through and much he had changed since he had last seen him.

Dante was breathing shallowly and coughing up blood. Vergil knelt beside him. What have I done? He reached out and touched his brothers chest. Dante winced noticeably. Vergil drew back. He didn't want to hurt him any more than he had done. Dante was mumbling a little. Vergil couldn't hear him so he leant forward a little. What was he trying to tell him? Dante was coughing more and struggling to sit up, this distressed Vergil more. He ripped some rags off the curtains, what was left of the curtains and pressed them to his wounds trying to stem the flow of blood. He would not let his twin die damnit. How did he not recognise him? There was something different about him and he needed to find out. But that is not important now. His brother needed him.

Dante reached behind him and drew a gun.

"You suck, bro"

Vergil's world went black.