Chapter 8

Lets Be Blunt Shall We

The violin piece was undoubtedly in G minor, it was hard not to miss the depressing notes emitting from the room. Dante most definitely didn't miss them.

Ear pressed up against the cool wooden door, he eavesdropped behind his own room; he did it stealthily, relishing the sound that entered his ears. It was the very same tune he played back in the place they met each other a while ago now. The abandoned mansion. He assumed Vergil went into hiding there after having escaped the Netherworld. And then decided to 'lure him out', as he put it. Dante didn't feel lured that day, as far as he knew he was called to do a job; and he did it, that's all. He just didn't do it right.

Vergil was always the enigmatic one. Even if he was his twin brother, he didn't know all there was to know about him. He wasn't given the chance too, it was stolen; stolen by demons; the very thing he slays. It was the reason why he never fully accepted his darker side, yet Vergil did. And he also did not embrace his human side, unlike Dante. The words repulsing and disgraceful would be the ones he found befitting to describe the humans. Sure, some humans were those very things, some were even worse than demons, but not all of them were. Their mother for example, she must of been an exception to Vergil; with the way he reacted with his half of the amulet being in Dante's possession and not his. He must have cared, must have. It was their dearly beloved mother, when the day came that Vergil resented their mother, Dante would finish him off once and for all, and that was a promise.

Dante exhaled through his mouth, be stepped back from the door as quietly as he could possibly manage. He decided on taking care of the rampaging demons in the city, and he was going to set out on that job soon. He couldn't neglect it, sooner or later they'll come to him, they always did. What was currently postponing now? One would ask. The apprehension he held over Vergil. Would he leave? He could easily do so while he was out. Dante thought about removing his weapons off the wall downstairs but chose against it. It didn't really matter; Vergil would leave with or without a weapon either way. He knew that.

He could easily jump out the window right now; there was one in his bedroom. But he wouldn't honestly do that, not with those injuries... But still, maybe there was hope yet for the two, maybe, just maybe Vergil was coming to terms that yes, he was better of accompanying Dante. Or was that just wishful thinking from Dante?

If only things could go his way, then Lady would be the one owing him money; his door would be intact and pizza would be coming from the front entrance everyday single day. And Vergil... Dante hadn't really taken the time to contemplate his newfound feelings for him. Before it was just brotherly love, he presumed. And now it was going as far to taking in every detail of his body and dreaming about him in bizarre situations. Was this some sort of demonic side affect? Had he found a potential mate or something similar to that? But Vergil was without his demonic powers so what could it possibly be? It couldn't be... That four lettered word that held such powerful emotion. It was a possibility. It was the only explanation that made the most logical sense as to why he was feeling the way he was feeling.

Vergil, his oh-so-beloved brother. All he wanted to do was protect him, shield him away from their harsh reality, and stop him from ever being captured by Mundus again. He did not want him to leave the shop; it was too dangerous too risky, that would only jeopardize the chances of him staying out of Mundus' hold.

The tune shifted into another, this song... It sounded. It sounded, reversed almost; the notes - they clashed with each other. It wasn't dreadful to the ears, no, it was actually quite bewitching. This song held dark qualities, it was malicious somehow. What brought this upon Vergil? And where had he learned such... Dante stiffened. His body refusing to respond to him any longer, what was going on? His hand lifted to the door without his permission, pushing it open slowly, he had a great urge to approach the musician, and he became compelled to get closer to the source of the captivating tune.

Vergil was as elegant as ever. He stood alone by the window, the light hitting him just right. His eyelashes resting on his cheeks; kissing them. He was indulging himself in his sweet, sweet music. Dante's heart ached at the sight of him; Vergil pulled his lips into a sinister smile. It was finally nice to have some control over the situation. One eye opened, he was pleased to see Dante enter, that meant it was working.

Vergil walked on over to his sibling, music still filling the room; he had to keep playing; to keep him under the spell. "...Give me Rebellion Dante..." he drawled rather seductively. It was how it was meant to be, the sound, everything. Seducing the demon, he had to lure them; draw them out. Seduce them. "Give it to me..." Dante submitted to his wish, he drew out Rebellion from his back without hesitation; he couldn't possibly not follow his master's orders. He held the sword out, an offering to him.

Vergil snatched it with greed, out of his grip and into his, and once the music stopped playing...

"V-Vergil." Dante may of said his name, but it wasn't him he was putting his attention too. Just outside the window you see... "Shit."

He furrowed his brows, that wasn't the reaction Vergil was expecting.

CRASH.

And neither was that.

He discarded the violin to the floor at once, placing Rebellion in his dominant hand. An accumulation of demons charged full on into the window and surrounding wall, smashing it into debris. He must of lured them in too, unknowingly of course. There were a number of them filling up the room. They roared at the sons of Sparda, having no patience they struck first, full on. The two struck back equally as hard. The game was on.

"Vergil YOU BASTARD!" Dante was left with Ebony and Ivory to defend himself with; as well as his physical strength. "The HELL was that!" he fired real close to Vergil's head, it looked as if he was aiming at him first, Vergil knew better, so he didn't move a single inch.

"It seems that the violin was a useful weapon after all," he smirked, the devious little- Dante smashed his elbow into a Frost, it was no good; an elite demon wasn't as stupid as the lower ones. A Blitz, Faust and two Frosts were working along side each other; these were the type to attack each other on sight! His notions were clear; the demons were indeed working together, which was complete lunacy.

Demon slaying just got harder.

Dante moved like crazy! Having fought these demons before, but not all at once! Damn it was harder than he thought. Vergil was struggling, good. This is it what he deserved for inviting them there in the first place, all his bloody fault. He used the blade offensively, his hits directing and forceful. It wasn't a lightweight like Yamato; Vergil moved that sword with lightning speed. Hopefully he wasn't so accustomed to the katana; he hadn't had the chance to wield it in many years.

He adapted quite well to Rebellion, so well that he was using Dante's style with the sword. It impressed him as he saw glimpses of Vergil's moves every now and then.

The Blitz was undetectable to the naked eye; Dante could barely see them, his electric currents were indeed visible though; so one would know where to look. Vergil was having no luck at all; he was charged with electricity once so far, Dante heard his screams but couldn't do anything about it; busy with his own battle against the Faust and a Frost.

The Blitz shifted modes right before dying and blew itself up in an attempt to get rid of them. Its range was close enough to impact on both brothers too! Vergil and Dante both scattered out of the room before they were caught in the destructive blow. They both landed in the main floor, looking up, the rest of the demons followed too; flying in their direction. They manoeuvred expeditiously, removing themselves from harms way before becoming crushed to death by the two remaining Frosts. The Faust swarmed about them, it was weak but it served as an irritating distraction in the fight. Dante shot at it until its cloak of darkness vanished in a puff, leaving it naked to its true identity, a pathetic weak bug, not to mention ugly. Vergil came at it hard, finishing it in one beautifully executed blow.

It was time to move on to the real threats.

The Frosts lunged at them with their icy claws, Vergil was thrown into the air by one, and he flipped himself over just in time, evading its next critical attack on his body. He had just about enough pain as it was already, he didn't need anymore thank you. The demons figured out by now he was the weaker one of the two, they both targeting him now. Leaving Dante out of the loop. Vergil landed on the floor awkwardly; he was lacking skill in his movements, his elegancy gone but he managed to get there. He assaulted it with all the might he had left in him, and then missing entirely. What a shame. Their movements were too hasty, and he was loosing energy fast. Dante stepped in, he bashed his fists into the Frost coming Vergil's way before it could physically harm his brother, Dante wrapped his gloved hand around Vergil's own hand on his sword and swung it for him; sending the demon flying through the open door. That was one down, one more to go.

It came from above; Vergil swung it upwards, pulling Dante a long with him this time. The Frost impaled itself through Rebellion; Dante took over and swung it round hard, hauling it off their blade aiming straight for the wall beside them. It shattered on impact; once it was done, Vergil pulled the sword away from Dante, he was keeping it whether he liked it or not.

Vergil handled himself well for the first part, as well as Dante (for all of it). They worked in union, together. It was the only way to beat those demons in the end. And they did it, just like they did once before.

Vergil kept his eyes casted downwards, the battle took a lot out of him; yet he was still standing. Rebellion still in his quivering grip, he was using it as a post to lean on. Madness it was, madness; Dante was too engrossed with the vast hole in the wall in his bedroom; he could see it from where he was standing! 'Another one.' The whole ordeal filled him with indignation. He spun around to attack Vergil verbally for his stupidity; just what was he thinking!

Instead Rebellion met his heart. It was worse than what happened to him in the dream. He wrapped his hands around the blade on instinct, Rebellion was a thick sword, he did not want it going in any further then it had already. "This," Vergil spat distastefully. "Is for shooting me in the chest." He said darkly, his icy glare blazing.

"Fuck you Vergil!" He retorted fiercely. He felt so betrayed; after all he'd done for him. This is what he got in return? "You must be pretty angry; you were fucking raped by demons after all!" The sword only drove further into his organ, piecing it entirely. He hissed hotly, crouching over in pain.

"SILENCE!" He twisted Rebellion brutally, without a drop of remorse within his soul. It twisted to such a degree, Dante bawled out loud, the skin on his hands ripped off in the process.

"Heh-heh," Dante bled on the floor heavily. "You must be so damn happy," he grunted. "Now that you have your chance to fuck with somebody this time." He was provoking Vergil on purpose, Dante's voice was full of venom as he spoke too, he hissed out the words through his teeth. "Fucked by demons, you must of loved it!" Vergil tried to pull Rebellion out, he wanted to leave him now; he had enough of this repugnant talk. He wasn't going to listen to the brother that he should loath.

"You bastard! Your pride will never help you! Your pride is what got you into this mess in the first place! Not me. If you just listened! Just listened Vergil!" He seized Vergil's face, digging his nails in his skin; drawing blood. He pulled himself deeper down into his own sword, forcing himself closer to his face. A horrid act, it was.

Vergil thrashed in Dante's hold; he didn't want to be touched in this way, not by him not by anyone! Dante smashed his lips into his, Vergil stopped his movements immediately. He fell limp against him, lifeless almost. Dante violently kissed him on his mouth, teeth involved. It was a demons kiss, he bit into Vergil's lips, teeth ravished his mouth painfully. He lusted over his blood; he wanted to spill it evermore. It tasted like copper, the metallic taste of metal. Vergil's blood dripped between them, he had withdrawn from himself long ago, traumatised. Dante didn't care, after all he'd done to him, why should he? After he was done with him, he licked Vergil's lips boldly, drawing as much blood as he could; enjoying its taste fondly.

He callously looked into Vergil's face, taking in the bloody beauty of it all. The blood trailed down his neck, his mouth a complete mess. There was no empathy in Dante's eyes, Vergil deserved this. He needed to learn how to completely destroy himself, to take down his pride before he could even begin to stand up for himself, to take his revenge. That pride of his was destroying him, and Dante hated it so much. It's what drove him insane.

Now he could see the extent of Vergil's suffering, the demons, he was not recovered fully; he was far from it. All that happened to him, it destroyed him, and he chose to hold on to that pride; that godforsaken pride. Believing it would hold him together, holding the pieces; when in reality he had no pride at all, it was all an illusion. Dante saw that now, he could see it in his desolate eyes. He was a brilliant actor he gave him that much credit, but his human side couldn't bear it, his pain got to that part, and that part was all he had left.

Vergil let go of Rebellion.

"That's what I thought." Dante left him there to think, he wanted him out of his sight for a while. "Since you're so damn well, why don't you make yourself useful and clean up your bloody mess while you're here." He heads out, leaving him alone just like that; certain he won't be leaving anytime soon. Not in that state, he wouldn't.

How the tables have turned, Vergil was the abandoned one this time. He was, finished.