Here's Chapter 2 and WARNING: This chapter will include scenes of rape and depictions of torture.

I do not own anything, Capcom and Ninja Theory does.

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Chapter 3: The Madhouse

"Where the hell did all my confidence go?" Kat nervously muttered watching the chaos unfold before her eyes over the ledge that overlooked what once was Limbo City. When the Limbo merged with the human world all the demons in hiding were forced out of whatever disguises they were using and were now fully visible to the unsuspecting humans that populated the booming city. The result; total chaos.

Even from such a "safe" location she could hear the roar of emergency sirens, the terrified cries of people screaming as they were either cut down, shot on accident (or on purpose), the wailing of demons, and the roar of gunshots…and the feint sound of what Kat knew were fighter jets in the distance. In the skies she could see demonic beasts of all shapes and sizes flying wildly without direction attacking either each other of any aircraft that happened to be flying in the air.

CRICK! CRACK! BOOM! CRICK!

Slowly stepping back Kat watched demon corpses fall from the sky in charred or torn pieces followed by burning aircrafts exploding before they even hit the chaotic ground around them. Holding her wounded arm Kat silently prayed Dante would be back soon, and hopefully with Vergil, she always felt a little bit stronger with either sons of Sparda at her side.

'It's almost funny when you think about it,' Kat thought finding a place next to a stone slab. 'One took me in only to end up using me and the other who I thought was nothing but a jerkass ended up being the one who really cared about me.' Closing her eyes she took a deep breath trying to calm herself even with the constant noise assaulting her ears non-stop.

DOOP!

Turing her head to the caved building Kat heard the sound of soft footsteps getting closer and closer toward her. On instinct her hand shot to a steel pipe buried in the rumble beside her.

"Hey relax!" A male German accented voice called from the darkness. From the small entry a young man, no older than 17 or 18 came into Kat's view with both his hands held up like a gun was being pointed at him. "I know you've probably had a rough day and so have I but I think it can still get better."

Coming out into the sunlight Kat was able to get a good look at him and lowered her pipe slightly before raising it back up. He was about 5'11 with short brown hair and cool brown eyes that flashed a golden yellow before turning back to brown then back to yellow. His jeans were covered in dust and sand while his blue jacket had stains of what was clearly blood. Taking a step forward his whole form shimmered causing Kat to see the reason for her uneasiness; when his eyes flashed gold they chased into cat-like pupils and gave off a feint aura of demonic energy.

"You're… a demon aren't you?" She asked still holding the pipe.

Finally he was within a five foot distance of Kat, still with both his hands held up and a cautious look in his eyes. "Well, no I'm a half-demon."

A small wave of shock ran through Kat at the statement causing her to lower the pipe slightly but still keep it tight within her grip. "Who are you? What do you want?"

Taking a deep breathe the teen answered Kat, "My name's Martin Oberth," He started staring at the ground then into Kat's green eyes. "I can help you find Dante and his brother and I can help you drag them out of hell."

Groaning Vergil sat up in the middle of the barren, dry, wasteland he now found himself in. The ground was completely devoid of any moisture or soil having cracks in it making Vergil believe he was now in a desert. In the far off distance he could see mountains rise and fall and storm clouds twist and turn but all these things seemed so small when he caught sight of a dark figure walking toward him. At first the figure was masked by an aura of shifting darkness but soon his image became clearer; the black suit, the white gloves, the amulet hanging around his neck, and lastly a face with eyes filled to the brim with hatred and emptiness.

'That's…impossible!' Vergil thought walking the phantom copy of himself walking toward him. They were identical in almost every way save for a few; this phantom was completely devoid of any color having the pale appearance of chalk and black like mold around the eyes followed by the same empty yet dangerous feeling Vergil had when his brother saved him from the "Hollow Dante" that was a mere second away from stabbing Vergil through the back.

"Look at you." The phantom said, his voice having a noticeable echo in the open air.

"Who are you?" Vergil asked breathing hard. While he felt no real pain he could still hear the sound of his heart beating, the rush of air he felt when that demon ran its horns through his body, and the coldness he felt when he lost consciousness.

Ignoring his question the Hollow spoke again in a angrier, disappointed tone. "Your father gave you everything…now you have nothing."

THUMP!

Without warning the phantom drove his hand directly through Vergil's left side chest, completely tore through his pericardium and grabbed his heart like it was an apple. At first the pain was so numbing Vergil couldn't think or hear anything but soon every fiber of his body howled in red-hot pain.

"AHHHHHH!" He screamed his eyes growing the sizes of dinner plates and his mouth forming a perfect "O". The blood gushed out staining the Hollow's white sleeve red along with the cracked earth underneath him. Vergil thought he'd taken some pretty powerful hits in the past but nothing compared to the feeling of having someone literally grasp his heart like a plum fruit. 'N-Now I think I know how mom and Dante felt when Mundus did this to them.' The white haired twin was able to think meekly through the haze of pain now clouding his mind.

"Everyone you care about, everyone you love has turned their backs on you." Hollow Vergil said lifting him off the ground earning Vergil another groan of pain. Every time he coughed a cup's worth of blood came out along with a feint stream of saliva due to his quizzing stomach. "How does it feel?" He asked evilly giving Vergil's heart a nice squeeze, making him cry out in pain.

In his mind Vergil kept asking the same question he'd asked at the tombstone; how did it all come to this? The phantom squeezed his heart at least three more times before attempting to rip it clean out from Vergil's chest.

Instead of being as simple as plucking an apple from a tree branch the Hollow was surprised when he felt a pair of hands grab his arm and squeeze.

'What the hell?' He thought meeting the eyes of the younger son of Sparda. "This is…unexpected."

There was fire in Vergil's eyes, burning fire that clearly stated things would not be so simple as he had thought. He tried again to pull Vergil's heart out but arm hand began ache slightly due to the increased grip the leader of the Order had on it. He tried again and still no change.

"God damn it just let go!" The Hollow roared grabbing his shoulder, squeezing, and giving one last pull that finally yanked Vergil's heart clean out of his chest spraying blood everywhere.

All the air left Vergil's body when he felt his heart torn from his body, for a moment he just lay on the ground motionlessly before he felt a new pain seize the place where his heart used to be. With what little energy he had left he was able to lift his head up to see his beating heart (albeit over sized to the point it was the size of notebook) floating right beside the smirking Hollow. "My heart…" He started staring as three glowing holes appeared on it.

"You can't change the past." Hollow Vergil barked looking down on him. "But what would you do if you had another chance?"

"Vergil! Vergil, come-on stay with me! You can't die here in a hellhole like this!" A voice sounded from the cloudy skies above.

Looking up Vergil felt feeling of relief rush through him for unknown reasons. "Dante?" Even though Vergil couldn't see him he could tell by the sound of his voice he was worried, no, he was scared.

"I know you're not going to die like this! Not in here!"

A grunt brought Vergil's attention back to his Hollow. "Annoying little bastard never shuts-up," Turning to Vergil his black eyes held nothing but hatred and contempt causing Vergil's stomach to turn slightly. He'd seen eyes like that several times, none of them on the faces of even remotely decent people. "You really should have just left him to that withered old hag of a fangirl."

Having heard enough of hearing his echoing voice Vergil sprung to his feet and ran at his Hollow. Before he could get close the Hollow summoned a phantasmal Yamato and swung it in the exact same way Vergil would have at an attacker.

FLASH!

The first thing Vergil saw was Dante's frantic eyes shine with relief once he saw Vergil slowly sit up. Taking his hands (which had been glowing an eerie green color) off his chest and to his back. After regaining his senses and assessing his wounds Vergil shot Dante a dirty look.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Vergil shouted. "Do you realize how stupid it was for you to follow me?! Do you know what could have happened to you!? You could have been killed you idiot! Why did you follow me anyway?"

Completely giving up on being civil Dante fired back with equal anger in his voice, "Nice way to say thanks for saving your ass to your brother! As for the reason I'm here to knock some sense into you!"

"By impaling me again?" Vergil sneered rubbing his still sore stomach wound that he gained curiosity of his brother's sword.

Taking a minute to calm down slightly Dante growled back a response. "If I have to beat the shit out of you again then yes I will."

The brothers shout insults back and forth until they heard a distant scream feel both their respective ears with both dread and shock. Looking up for the first time they realized they were standing before the remains of what could only be assumed was a church. In front of the halls stood Kat, slowly stepping back as a brutish, four-armed demon advanced toward her.

"Kat!" Vergil shouted surprised at seeing his best friend and assistant had followed him too. His twin on the other hand was shocked for completely different reasons.

'Wait a minute Kat's still back on Earth! What the hell is she doing here?' True Dante knew a wounded arm or being scared shitless wasn't going to stop Kat from doing what she thought needed to be done but he knew she wasn't crazy enough to follow him through the portal. 'Besides, it closed the minute I ran through, there's no way she could have squeezed through.'

"Kat, I'm coming!"

Tearing himself back to reality Dante noticed his younger brother had ran after her only to be surrounded by demons in the process. Drawing Rebellion he stepped forward but spun 180 degrees just in time to stop a set of dual blades heading straight for his neck.

"Hey freak, how's life been kicking your ass?" An eerie came from the Dreamrunner dressed in hospital clothing currently clashing swords with Dante.

The voice shook Dante more than the appearance of the sword wielding demon but he didn't let it show, fending off the masked demon only to find it rejoining five others, all garbed in the same clothing.

"I think he looks scared guys, maybe the freak wants his mommy, if he had one." One of the Dreamrunners chuckled, igniting Dante's rage. Just a few yards away Dante heard his twin killing all the demons that had surrounded him leaving him free to focus on the six masked demons in front of him.

All the Dreamrunners came to him in pairs, all laughing in voices Dante wanted to forget he even recognized but deep down he knew. He used Osiris to cleave the first two in front before twirling it around the push back the other four who had decided to attack from behind. This didn't discourage them as they surged forward forcing Dante to switch to the Eryx to place both his arms up in a boxer-style shield. Even with the demonic fists and his own supernatural healing he still felt stings of pain shot through his body, spinning around he broke the blade of one Dreamrunner that had attempted to impale with. He swung again smashing the other blade but quickly had to intercept the swing of another.

SWOOSH!

He nearly Demon dodged the cross slash of one demon but in doing so gave himself the opening he needed. The fist shattered the demon's sword, the second broke its arm, and the last sandwiched its head between the demonic fist and the building. Behind him the remaining three all swung their blades but instead they met the black and red serrated blade of the Arbiter, one was unfortunate enough to have one of both of its arms taken off. Rather than flee like its brethren it charged Dante glowing a demonic red before exploding on contact, sending the dark haired twin through a door way and into the shadows of a shop.

A moment later Dante burst through the second flower window with the Eryx re-equipped, the impact shock the entire area sending flames four feet up in the air. The Dreamrunners jumped into the air avoiding the flames that seared the pavement. From the flames a three-pronged claw like grappling hook launched onto one of the Dreamrunners before it was dragged down to where Dante was, his eyes holding a growing rage. He slammed the Dreamrunner into the ground, cracking the pavement then pulled out the Revenant and pulled the trigger at point-blade range.

BANG!

Black blood spattered Dante's face and neck but it was of little concern to the older Nephilim, all that mattered was shutting up the mask-wearing demons. The last Dreamrunner fled through a portal it summoned but not before giving Dante one last glance with its creepy, smiling mask that served as its face.

As Dante fought the sword-wielding demons Vergil faced his own enemies, cutting through them he made a praise worth discovery; his angel powers were returning. Even with the somewhat nulled pain in his chest he found himself gaining his strength back.

All the Stygians around him fell to pieces with two quick swipes of Yamato followed by the four more that fell to pieces after Vergil performed a Rapid Slash, cutting them all to pieces. Three Stygians sprung before him, blades shining with fresh blood, Vergil spun himself around with Yamato drawn while also lifting the demons into the air with him. They floated there performed he launched Summoned Swords at each then teleporting in front of them to deliver the finishing blow. He came down beside one demon, decapitating it before it even know where he was then executing another Rapid Slash, this time killing eight demon spawns. Above him he saw five Harpies preparing to fling spears at him, instead they each received a spinning spectral sword to the face or gut that knocked them right out of the air.

Six more Stygians sprung from the sides of the builds ready to continue their assault but Vergil had long since grown tired of seeing the lesser demons. Blue energy wrapped around Yamato's sheathed blade then was released when Vergil drew the blade in a singular slash like motion aimed directly at the demons before him. At least several blue, blade like slash marks appeared surrounding a vortex of blue energy, tearing each of the demons apart.

"I take it you're starting to get your grove back?" Dante called out gunning down a group of demons.

"Who says I ever lost it?" He called back flinging another Judgment Cut at a group of demons. He wouldn't admit it but it felt nice fighting with his twin brother, even after their duel to the near death.

With all the demons dead the brothers continued on their way but in an awkward silence befitting of their first meeting after years of separation. Vergil knew something was wrong with his older brother, it was in everything from his body language to the way a constant aura of anger and sadness seemed to be suppressed around him. He wasn't sure what but something the Dreamrunners had said had deeply off sit the rebellious youth. The scenery around them began to change from somewhat meaningless ruined shops or stores to what looked like hospitals, asylums, and even foster homes. Dante cursed the deeper they went making Vergil even more curious until he simply couldn't keep quiet.

"You know these places don't you?" He asked.

Shaking his head Dante walked just a little faster, "It was a long time ago and it doesn't really matter now."

Already Vergil's mind had begun to put the pieces together. "These are it aren't they? You said you were sent to a series of foster homes and mental institutes ran by demons and these are it? You lived in these places."

"It doesn't matter now." He repeated in a louder voice letting Vergil know he was right.

The silence returned, even when demons surrounded the twins again. Vergil noticed how Dante's anger was becoming more and more noticeable with the way he swung Rebellion and Arbiter in murderous arcs, every swing he could feel the rage channeled into each strike that scattered limbs across the ground. After all the demons were killed Dante was first through the portal followed by Vergil who realized that Dante had never fully opened up about his past to either him or Kat.

'Whatever it was he had reasons.' Vergil thought remembering his decision to respect his brother's privacy. He still did but now he wanted to know; how bad was it?

Once they got to the other side of the portal Dante cursed so loudly he probably alerted every demon in the area where they were. Vergil wanted to reprehend his twin for being so careless but he stopped once he saw the name of the orphanage. He'd read the news report about it; destroyed in a massive fire, thirty kids killed in the blaze, over twenty adult workers (they were really demons), and mass property damage that costs Limbo City a good penny. All of it blamed on his brother who had been sent there after Mundus destroyed their family.

"St. Lamia's Orphanage." They both read the name of the stone inscription. A collective chill read up both their spines when they looked up to find while the building was a little worn it was still in working condition.

"Fuck, why here of all places?" Dante whispered with his fists shaking in both anger. During the whole track he had an idea where they were being lead but he prayed he would never see this wretched place again, not after all that happened in it. It was funny because this was one of the first places he learned praying was useless.

"AH! Vergil! Where are you?!" Kat's voice sounded from the front entrance.

Somehow the Imprisoner had kept on "Kat's" trail and now had her corned against the entrance front doors which hung half-open and half-closed. The demon roared again causing Kat to flee inside the blink darkness of the orphanage with the Imprisoner in hot pursuit.

"Vergil wait! That's not really Kat! She's back in the human world!" Dante called after his twin who had dashed after the two. Before Dante could run after him he felt a burning piece of metal pierce his shoulder then a piece of razor wire wrap around his left arm. Swiftly turning his head to see who attacked him all Dante could see was black, cruel eyes, a face pale a chalk, and a smile that made his stomach turn before he felt a power fist knock him out cold.

Everywhere Vergil looked he saw faded wallpaper, dust-covered furniture, broken toys, and torn clothing. He'd lost track of the Imprisoner and Kat leaving him alone to wonder the halls of the once famed orphanage. He remembered reading about it all the time, how so many kids said they found happy families there and it was an ideal foster home. That was all such a pretty lie humans had been told.

In truth the orphanage was a demon controlled workhouse were kids were tortured, both physically and mentally, and sold off to "caring" families where they were never heard from again. When Vergil found out Dante was sent there he planned on talking his foster parents into adapting him too, true they were a bit strict but they surprisingly cared for Vergil like he was their own flesh and blood child. That idea vanished when he heard on the news the whole building went up in flames so fierce it took the fire department all night and even the next morning to put it out.

Trophies, paintings, and wall-lamps covered the walls though they all were covered in thin layers of blood and dust that flew in feint trails whenever wind blew through one of the many cracks in the building. Eerie cricks bounce off the walls and whispers assaulted Vergil's ears but he paid them no mind. Now and then he would see phantom outlines of children running and playing before him then he saw demons in human form dragging children kicking and screaming from their beds into locked rooms Vergil really didn't want to open.

CLINK!

Shifting his attention to his left Vergil saw an image, a memory that made him wish he'd heeded his brother's advice.

"Do you want to see something funny kids?" A demon asked though tot the children sitting before him he looked like one of the many care walkers.

"Yes!" The children shouted at once eager to see what he was going to do.

Lying on a table with both his arms chained down and his face submerged in what was probably a bucket of piss or hot water was a younger Dante screaming for his release. Hefting a smoking iron club the demon brought it down on Dante's back earning a scream so loud it would haunt Vergil for years to come. The demon brought the club down again searing the flesh off his back. The children, completely oblivious thought he'd just performed some kind of magic trick and cheered, screaming more. The demon happily obliged.

"STOP IT!" Dante shouted pulling his head above the bucket, tears of pain streaming down his face. "PLEASE STOP I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!"

Another demon viciously slammed his head back down into the bucket as his partner continued hitting him with the iron rod. "That's where you're wrong you little bastard. You did something very WRONG! Isn't that right kids!?"

As expected the children all shouted yes clapping their hands, demanding more.

Tearing himself away Vergil continued down the hallway shocked at the scene. As he walked more images began to paint the wall like twisted film projectors, all showing the same thing; the torture and mutilation of his brother when he was just barely eight years old.

"I hope you're hearing this Sparda," A demon growled revving up his chainsaw in front of a teary-faced Dante strung up against the wall. "I hope you can hear your bastard child's screams down there!" He brought the chainsaw against Dante's chest and ragged it all the way down, shaving all the flesh off and probably tearing through a good number of Dante's organs. Another demon came in and did the same only making his cuts shallower as not to kill the screaming child, just make him regret ever being born.

They altered cutting angles, vertical, horizontal, diagonal, and even zig-zag all over the black child's body staining the wall, ground and blades with blood. Dante of course healed from all this but that only meant the demons could start the whole process all over again. With a gross chuckle that's just what they did.

SLASH!

"AH!" Dante screamed feeling the coal colored lightning wrap around his body. He crucified on a metal cross before most of the children which had gathered for "mass" being conducted by the visiting "priest". Two demons stood by on both sides of the cross sending demonic lightning up, shocking demon who screamed for someone, anyone to help him. The "priest" yelled about praising "God" and exterminating all evil should any of the children find it. How "Satan's spawns" he looked up at Dante like he the devil himself, strung up and laid bare for all to see and mock, and raised his hands shouting for all to join him in pray. Once every did the two demons let loose with another round of electric shocks that left Dante a barely breathing, charred child on the metal cross.

SLASH!

"I"LL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU I SWEAR IT!" The oldest Nephilim screamed trying to fight off a pack of demonic beasts as many of the orphanage children and "caretakers" looked on in amusement like they were watching sports game.

Two flaming demon like dogs bit down into Dante's arms searing the flesh beneath their fangs before Dante was able to kick them off only to be tackled to the ground by a demonic snake that rapped itself around him, attempting to squeeze the life out of him. Calling up his demonic strength Dante managed to break free and snap the snake's neck then do the same to the demon dogs that had begun circling him. Some spat fire while others pounced, it didn't really matter, through pain and sheer will Dante killed them all with his bare hands. Next came a pack of guerrillas and birds, all with murder in their huge blood-red eyes.

By the time he'd killed all the demons the eight year-old Dante was covered in blood, both his and theirs and holding a broken right arm. Looking up at the crowd he opened his mouth to yell but it became a scream when two spears pierced his hands, bounding him to the ground. Demons leaped down with clubs and whips to continue the beating in earnest with everyone watching. Dante's kicking and screaming was drowned out by the constant sound of bones breaking, flesh tearing and healing, and the vicious hate-filled insults of the demons beating whatever life was left I the poor child.

SLASH! SLASH!

There have been times Vergil had been angry, there have been times when Vergil was furious. This was not one of those times.

Watching each memory play out like a home movie had made him forget all the anger he felt at his brother for nearly killing. Now all Vergil wished for was for the ability to raise Mundus from the dead and torture him before killing him retaliation for all the things he'd done, all the hell he'd put his twin through.

Yamato hummed with dark blue and light blue energy, like a star it burned bright in the darkness forcing all the demons that had been hiding into the open though huddled over in raw agony. Vergil's normally blue-gray eyes now glowed bright red complete with a menacing aura of blue energy that took the outline of a very angry armored warrior.

SLASH!

In one swift motion all of the demons were in pieces so small and numerous it would have taken a microscope to find them all. The walls had all been torn to ribbons as well whatever was behind them rather they were mere wooden pillars, dying demons, or stone platforms.

Five Hollows came before Vergil, all being the aged forms of the children that had watched and cheered while his brother was tortured like it was a game. Holding Yamato tightly Vergil leveled each phantom with a glare that could have melted iron. There would be no mercy.

They all rushed him at once, swords, axes, guns, in the end none of it mattered. In one swipe Vergil dismembered three of them spraying black blood all over the halls. One rebounded off the wall and lunged at Vergil with knives gleaming in both hands. He cut one arm off while bringing Yamato up smacking his chin sending him through the roof into the open air. In the air Vergil appeared to bring his fist down completely crushing the Hollow's skull. Even through the wooden rooftop Vergil could see the last Hollow fleeing down the hallway after seeing its brethren slaughtered by the enraged Nephilim.

SLASH! SLASH!

Two Aerial Raves crashed through the wooded roof, serving the one arm and the second cutting deeply into the left leg of the fleeing specter. He stumbled giving Vergil long enough to crash down in front of him and wrap his hands around the Hollow's throat.

"Where is my brother?" He snarled slamming the Hollow into the wall.

In response the Hollow laughed in its annoying echoing voice. A swift knee to the gut and a sword through the throat ended the phantom's existence in complete silence.

Now Vergil was sprinting through the orphanage, completely ignoring whatever pain flares shot through his body for now there was only one thing on his mind; finding his twin brother. Whenever he heard Kat's voice he ignored it remembering Dante's words and choosing to believe them. He wasn't quite sure how but he knew he was heading in the right direction, he could feel it in his bones.

Before him stood a door that simply read "Miss Medea's Office, Please do not enter unless invited" on a golden plate.

Stopping for a minute to ponder the name Vergil realized he'd heard it before when he was with his father in his personal study. He'd spoke the name with such disdain and annoyance Vergil had to wonder how he could forget it. Kicking the door open Vergil saw two things which both made his anger flare right back up into levels he'd never thought it could.

Another memory was playing out over reality giving one a somewhat distorted yet surprisingly clear view of both events. The memory showed a crying Dante, stripped naked bent over, gagged, and hog-tied as another demon leaned over and rammed his disgusting…rod directly into a young Dante's ass checks. A pained, horrified scream left his lips only to be silenced by another dick ramming into Dante's small mouth nearly choking him. If that wasn't enough watching the two demons rape the young Nephilim was a female demon wielding a whip made of bubbling purple fire. She was screaming at Dante like he'd just committed murder, bringing the whip down on Dante's bare back over and over again. The family emblem on Dante's back glowed for a second before projecting a barrier that deflected the whip back at the demon's shoulder.

She staggered back in snarling pain like she'd just been bitch-slapped. "Harder!" She barked at the two demons still pounding into him. "DO HIM HARDER! DON"T STOP 'TILL THAT LITTLE BASTARD IS NOTHING BUT A QUAVERING SACK OF FLESH!"

Whether because they were commanded to or were generally enjoying it the demons sped up while gripping Dante's arms and legs harder and harder until a loud poop broke through the tortured screaming.

Shimmering beneath the image the same female demon though now a Hollow whipped Dante who had been bound to what could only be described as a twisted torture wheel strung over a pit of raging hellfire.

BANG! CLING!

No matter what Vergil threw at it the barrier around the room wouldn't even crack leaving him helpless to watch his brother's horrific memory play out before him and his present-day torturing.

"GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY BROTHER YOU DEMON WHORE!" Vergil bellowed at the top of his lungs bringing Yamato down again, this time a sizable crack forming in the barrier. Blinded by fury and protective instinct Vergil forgot about his sword and instead proceed to continue hammer away with his fists, each rage-filled strike causing more spider-web cracks to form until the sound of glass breaking could be heard.

From the sheering pain Dante was able to turn his head up to see his brother shouting and banging at the barrier around the room bringing fire back into his eyes. A small spark of anger was ignited before quickly forming into an inferno of hate giving Dante the strength to break his bonds and catch the whip much to the shock of the Hollow whipping him.

"I…should have done this years ago YOU HEARTLESS BITCH!" Clouds of red-hot flames exploded around Dante sending the Hollow Medea back, half her face burned due to the intense fire now raging around him. Holding out his hand Dante summoned Rebellion to his side and it too became engulfed in raging flames.

Fear stricken she lashed her whip at him only to find it freeze before it could even reach the older son of Sparda.

CRICK!

The sound of glass breaking alerted the Hollow to the other brother who advanced on her menacingly, every step he took leaving a frozen imprint on the floor.

"Kill both of them!" She howled summoning more demons to the room. "Kill both of these traitorous half-breed bastards! Make them suffer!"

Some of the demons burned while others were frozen solid before being cut to pieces by the twin Nephilim. Dante swung Rebellion wildly leaving burn marks and cinders everywhere Rebellion struck while Vergil froze his enemies in blocks of ice before he dispatched them with cold fury he so desperately wanted to release.

Lifting Rebellion toward the sky Dante roared savagely swinging it in a wide arc that sent a literal inferno at the demonic spawns. Not even ashes remained of either the demons or the entire portion of the orphanage that Dante had single-handedly destroyed nor was it enough for him. In the corner he saw the Hollow Medea trying to flee but in the blink of an eye he had his eyes on her and had set her ablaze. She kicked and screamed making Dante intensify the flames just high enough to make her skin begin to melt off.

Any demon that attempted to aid her found themselves with a sword through the gut or an ice spike running through their heads curiosity of the equally enraged Vergil. Like an angel of vengeance he moved from one demon to another cutting them down like dominos or shattering them with well-placed punches or kicks. When a Tyrant appeared he drove Yamato through its hardened body and dragged Yamato upward splitting the armored demon in half. The same fate befell the two Wisps that had attempted to surprise attack him from behind; completely obliterated in one swift cut.

"You liked watching those fuckers have their way with me didn't you bitch?" Dante snarled still choking the Hollow Medea. "Well now let's see how you like having some asshole pound into you now stop!"

Rebellion entered right in-between the Hollow's Medea's legs sending numbing waves of pain through her, Dante's boot shattered her left leg so badly it was completely crushed and brunt, her hands combusted when she tried to stop him from ramming the sword deeper. Grabbing her head Dante slammed her head against the wall six times then began bringing Rebellion upward with Medea still impaled on it. Once the sword found open air again both of Hollow Medea's burned, served halves fell to the floor before disappearing into black wisps of dust.

CLASH!

The Harpies and Wisps hit the ground with several swords impaled in their bodies before they were completely impaled by frozen spikes. They charged at Vergil both instead met the now blue colored steel of Yamato or the ice-cold hardiness of its scabbard.

Dante or Vergil didn't stop until all the demons were eliminated, even the small harmless Critters that were caught in the crossfire. Dark stains covered most of their clothing including their faces which gazed around at the destroyed orphanage around them; burn marks and frozen over wood.

Turning to face each other neither said a word but in that look a thousand things were asked. Shifting their focus to the portal that had opened up both strode quietly toward it with only one thing on their minds: anger, raw anger that they couldn't bring Mundus back and make him pay along with small sparks of anger at their father Sparda.

Author's Note: Sorry for the wait, I had some things to take care of at school and at home. This chapter gave us a small but horrific look at Dante's past which he never told Kat or Vergil along, Vergil beginning to re-bond just a little bit over slaying demons, and introduced my OC Martin who will end-up playing a central part in the story. Next chapter will include more walks down memory lane for Dante and Vergil along with a look at Vergil's inner thoughts.

Dante's Torture and Rape: I know it was never outright stated in the game but being in a demon-run orphanage, in a demon run world, and your father being one of the biggest traitors in demon history I thought it probably did happen considering all the terrible things that happen in some orphanages to some kids today.

R&R If you'd like!