Chapter 12

Revenge with Love

"No, ugh, please... No... No..."

"But Vergil," he chortled, "the other's will be here soon," he lapped at his neck with his offending tongue, seducing, seducing. No, it wasn't working he told himself, this was not him, it was not him. His eyes lost to darkness, closed from the outside world, he feared that if he opened them once, just once... and saw that face... He'd fall for the trick, the... illusion... Yes an illusion he told himself, he had to believe it was; but his mind was telling him otherwise. This one in particular - the currently with him, was a queer one. Soft to start with then vicious to end, out of the three he was the worst. That's how Vergil remembered his torturers; he even gave them names... This one was called Falsehope, he was the leader of the three... Vergil called him that because he made it seem the pain wouldn't come, it gave him hope for a little while, but in the end it was all just hopeless.

How they disordered him, made him feel all disorientated. His mind was in pieces... Only fragments of his former personality remained. He remembered the pride, his pride; how he hanged onto it before... It proved itself useless later on, if only he could be put back together again, fixed as he liked to call it sometimes. The nightmares still haunt him to this very day... Now he was reliving them again.

"Open up. Vergil look at me, look at me." He hated it when he used his name... Son of Sparda he was used to but Vergil; that was personal. Vergil winced; his voice was far too familiar, familiar... He was going to die if this continued on like this, he didn't think his mind could take this invasion. "Vergil," he spoke his name over and over. It was disgusting, Vergil let out a cry of agony, he couldn't help it. He just he was... The things he did, and that voice. Dante's voice. "Your very pretty Vergil..." His gloved hand stoked him faster, "You should..." he clicked his tongue, "see yourself." He squeezed hard. Vergil gasped, tears forming in the corners of his eyes; he hated his humiliating reactions, they made him sick. How could he be enjoying this, this was betrayal to himself. "Very pretty," he was mocking him, how cruel. This was repulsive, he was about to-

"AHH." 'It' happened. And it was from his hand, his rapists hand. He was mortified with himself, ashamed even. The tears rolled, he knew what was coming next, it was inevitable.

Vergil dared not to open his untrustworthy eyes, the first reason being he'd believe the delusion, second, the demon liked to make eye contact, he loved it. He liked to see his pained countenance with joy, he'd say he 'got off' from it, and the sight brought him to his peak.

He was being lifted, Yamato digging harder in his palms, it burned. He hissed from the seething pain of the sharp blade, Falsehope chose to pin him down with his sword after he attacked him, it was a shame really, how he lost so quickly. At least Yamato wasn't tossed into the never ending pit like last time. But this was only the beginning of the pain. "You little shit Vergil," He snickered. "Open your eyes for me slut." He demanded, digging his claws deeper into his flesh, his nails were black, one of the few characteristics the demon didn't alter about itself. Vergil gave out a strangled cry in response, his eyes still stubborn, unwilling to comply with the demons commands. "I want them open now. Vergil, now." He swallowed; this was going to be brutal. The metamorphosing incubus' fangs dug into him, he bit down hard in his shoulder, freeing his hybrid blood from his body. Vergil sang, loud and clear for all to hear, joining in with the choir of Hell. "Open your eyes." He did out of shock, and oh God he wished he'd hadn't. 'Dante' glared back at him, except it wasn't Dante. His eyes were golden, they were full of nothing but lust; want, in its purest form. His teeth so sharp, just like how he remembered. Vergil trembled in fear; his anxiety getting to him again. This is what he feared now; he feared this, his nightmares revolved around this. The incubus bared a sinister toothy grin. "Son of Sparda," he whispered in a mockery, "I will enjoy this, you've been gone too long," from Vergil's lips, a piercing scream emitted, the demonic entity tore across his chest with it's lethal claws, it hurt so bad; more tears escaped. He jerked his limp legs apart, compassionless for the writhing body underneath him. Vergil's mind shut down from there on, that last thing he remembered was the inexplicit smile on his face. He was smiling at him... Dante wasn't mad at him anymore he wasn't, Vergil looked away. Curse his mind, part of it knew it wasn't Dante but the rest was another story.

"Dante save me." It was about to happen, the ferocious act of taking advantage of the victim. In the state Vergil was in he was about done for already.

"Starting without me," another one of those voices, demonic and infused. Falsehope lazily peered over his shoulder, his brothers were here. "Never wanting to share, it's greedy of you, greed is not the sin we commit brother." The other stated, he was merely insulting him; telling a demon not to commit a sin, a sin? What a joke, like they'd listen. "Such a handsome devil, despite the damage you've already done." Falsehope smiled broadly on that one.

"Enough talk, brother," he spat in distaste, "My cravings cannot wait any longer," Vergil gasped out as the pain shot up his spine, he arch inwards; the figures inside him twisting. "Tight are we, it's been such a long time..." His voice husky, Dante's voice husky; Vergil reacted to his horror, his mind confusing the being before him for someone else. It was overwhelming, how he battled within himself. In the end, the outcome was all the same... He begged for the darkness to overcome him; to take him away from the living nightmares.

His only comfort, his only refuge. Even that, failed him now.

Dante was beginning to think there was no end to this place, he had done fairly well in passing through the many routes he stumbled upon the way, but this was just ridiculous. The never ending screams reverberated through the stair ways, the screeching here was unbearable, every second there was another voice to join in like it was some sort of sick game. The pitch deafening, he could feel it race through his entire body, he only hoped Vergil wasn't part of the Hellish harmony.

He didn't know where to start; but he had indeed started. The perplexing realm continued to spiral down into confusion as he continued on, it misled his basic understanding of direction, it disorientated his path on each turn, every left turned into a right when he looked back.

He'd fought all the demons he needed to get through here, the place heavily guarded as if something sacred was kept here. Like they knew he was coming, and who didn't want a chance to defeat the Son of Sparda himself? This was impossible; he paused in his tracks to collect himself, if he could. There were more stairs after every turn, sometimes he would go up them only to find that he'd been going down them, or sometimes he'd go in reverse, but that didn't help either. It was frustrating. There was a pattern to this, and no clues to help him. He looked over the railing to see if there was an end, he only saw darkness fill the bottom, he wondered if he could jump down or was this all just hopeless thinking? He needed an exit before the screaming drove him mad.

Dante slammed him hand down on the railing, his blood boiling. His mind brought him back to Vergil; he just wanted to see him again for God sakes, is that too much to ask? He had to keep searching; he had to find him no matter what the consequences. He decided on running upwards until he reached some sort of end. At some point there must be an end right? An end to this nightmarish existence. The further he went up the colour scheme began to change. It began to get darker and darker; night was falling, time passed quicker as he went upwards. He made it to the end, there was a single door; and it was locked. He tried to kick it down, but of course demonic powers were behind this door and sealed it shit... "OPEN DAMN YOU!" He could hear the screams were louder, he'd gotten closer to something, but what? He believed Vergil was one of those poor souls by now, he could feel it... by God he could.

He leaned over the edge, peering down the stairs once more, now it was all completely engulfed within darkness. He could almost hear laughs in the middle of the screams, someone was mocking him. He could hear his name being called, yelled even Vergil? His heart stopped; no.

He felt a hand drop heavily on his shoulder, what is it with these demons and close personal contact? He quickly mused. His gun met its forehead, whoever it was he had no time for them. He looked once, and then looked again. "V-Vergil?"

He smiled. Smiled? Vergil wouldn't be smiling. He raked his eyes over his body, what was this trickery? "Merely an illusion half-breed," Dante stepped back discretely, his back hit the railing; he couldn't bring himself to shoot for some reason unknown. It wasn't Vergil, but- but...?

Dante kept his gun aimed and ready but his eyes were elsewhere, Vergil smiling... No this was not him he told himself once again, but he wished it was. One day, "I take form of another's desires..." Eyes hazy, voice alluring. Dante gulped. The demon had that right.

"Back off." He threatened, he joined Ivory with Ebony together, he swore if it had tricks up his sleeve, he'd fire away, but not just yet. Not yet.

"That wasn't very nice... Dante..." Since when did demons call him Dante? His mind clicked, this must be one of them.

"But brothers fight all the time, play the part will you?" In his hands, Force Edge, he'd traded the guns for the sword, the demon frowned. Realising his trick wasn't working anymore. "What have you done with him?" He held out his weapon, the tip barely scraping the imposter's chest. Was he going to move or not? Did he want to die? Fine by him.

"What we've been ordered to do. Punish him, humiliate him. And he came back into our hands... The bright soul; he knew we'd just find him anyway. But there's you..." he came closer, the tip of the blade now touching his chest, "the other son of Sparda, something we didn't predict happening, but what a delight it had turned out to be. This will please my master," he purred. That was it, Dante shoved Force Edge, and the demon capture it within his grasp, such speed? He never saw his hand move. He still pushed on, his entire arm tense.

"What? If I kill you? Like the rest of his servants. I'm sure it does." The demon rammed Force Edge back into him, pushing Dante over the edge. He lunged himself in after him, attempting to use Dante as a break for the great fall. Dante slashed the imposter away, fending himself from the offending hold. No way in Hell he'd let it happen, literally. They both fell down together; waltzing through the air as they landed hits on one another as they fell. An eternity passed by the time they landed; Dante landed heroically while the demon struggled to stay upright. Dante was by far, the victorious one.

The demon became vocal. "You know," he huffed, breath heavy from the mid-air fight. "Your darling little brother." Dante already took offense. "Sure is a one kind of a thing, I've fucked some humans out there," The devil hunter got ready to strike. "But fucking a Son of Sparda, that's special." Dante struck him down without a word, which was the only comeback he needed. "I wonder," he'd missed, he cursed himself. He was lightning fast, he needed another tactic. "What you taste like..." He sniffed his hair; Dante eyes grew wide. He lashed out! He had enough of this sick treatment! This demon was going to die tonight! He would make sure of it.

"You horny little fuck!" He spat, the venom evident in his tone. "Tell me where he is right now! I swear I'll kill your master once I get my fucking hands on him!" He wailed, outraged. Striking red electrical currents sparked around him, luminous energy manifesting itself. He darted out.

The demon hit.

The blood sprayed out.

"AHHHRGH!" The entire arm severed off, he watched it fall, lifeless. "Son of a bitch! How about you suck me first! JUST LIKE YOUR BROTHER!" Dante triggered on command. Cocky demon probably spent a lot of time in the human world with that language. He violently forced his whole arm through his guts, he no match against his devil within. With that, he was over. Dante calmed a little, blood still pumping. He's dead now, that's all that matters. He could hear the screams, it wasn't over yet. He followed them still in his devil trigger, this time he'd be quicker to reach him.

One down, two more to go.

The darkest parts of the realm, he could see not a thing, darkness encased him. Of course they'd keep him there. Damnit he hoped he wasn't too late.

It was like endlessly running through the night, he couldn't see anything in front of him, but the screams got louder and louder as he progressed; how they tormented him. He needed to stop them now; now. Laughter followed, oh that enraged his devil side. Those demons were going to pay with death, nothing more nothing less. Dante was coming and he wasn't going to hold anything back. They were going to suffer.

At one point, the screaming stopped all together, it was highly suspicious how it just halted like that; no song would end like that. But he was thankful for it. Now he knew, they knew he was coming, it made no difference to what he was going to do, he'd find them and oh how his butchering skills will come in handy today, skinning them, and chopping them into little bits and pieces, it will be brilliant! He caught up; he could see the glint of Yamato in the distance, the only place where light was available. He soon realised he'd been trampling upon a sea of blood, so that's why the ground always shifted as he moved.

And then he saw him. The real him, he was more than certain it was him this time.

Vergil, Vergil! He dashed on over, triggered off from the shock. "VERGIL!" He cried, the sight killed him inside; how could he of let this happen. Splayed out on the platform below, the all too familiar blood decorating his exposed body. Ruined once more. He could see the violent tears, rigged lines of torn open flesh trailed down his body. It was horrific; he dropped by his side, on his knees in pure anguish "Vergil, VERGIL! Wake up! PLEASE!" He yelled in agony, why wasn't he replying? It couldn't be, he refused to believe it. Why wasn't his demonic healing working? He touched the lean body, his hand violently shaking. Dante breathed deeply, everything was going to be alright... He pulled out the sword which constricted his hands, Yamato; using his own sword to pin him down... These demons were going to pay.

"D-Dante," a small voice called, he crouched over in a hurry, Vergil? He was alive! Dante could of shed tears of joy, he was so happy, he wasn't gone from him. His hand on his brothers shoulder firmly, making his presence known to him, he didn't want to let go. Never

again. "I failed," he uttered; misery laced his inside, the voice so sad, the emotion immense.

"Don't say that Verge," his voice broke, he couldn't help it. "I'm gonna get you out of here, and everything will be okay! You'll see Vergil! I promise!" He urged on, voice getting louder, he was also convincing himself as well as his sibling. "I'll kill them for you, you just rest, no more pain, I'll save you. Hang on for me Vergil, don't you dare die on me!" The sight made him want to cry. His dearly beloved... He loved him with everything, he'd do anything for him, he'd die for him.

"I-I love you V-Vergil."

"D-Dante," Vergil had tears in his eyes. He had tears. He kissed his brother once again, this time with both love and compassion, he was going to save him, he promised. He didn't care if Vergil failed; Vergil is all he ever wanted.

"My, my, what a beautiful reunion. Why can't we be like that," Dante left Vergil's lips regrettably. Company had come; he'd have to ask them to leave... Nicely. He draped his jacket over his brother's exhausted body. He was going to end this torture, end the demons that caused it, end this Hell. What could he say, it's what he did; protect the innocent from the bad. Dante had Yamato in his hands, he was going to use it; kill them by Vergil's sword. He deserved that much, and it would be an absolute honour to get his revenge for him.

They both had his face, how peculiar... One was entirely in white, all colour drained from his appearance. He wondered how they really looked like... He bet they were as ugly as shit. They were probably using his appearance to make Vergil give into them easier; Vergil wouldn't hurt him now, now that he had a fondness for him. Those bastards, using ones emotional weakness against them; what happened to honour, how times have changed.

"I'm going to have fun tearing you guys apart, limb by limb!" How threatening. The Dante imposters grinned with wide smiles, now that pissed him off terribly well. Only two people had his face, and that was him, and his twin brother.

"Vergil this ones for you," he said under his breath, Yamato shined under the light, soon the blood of the enemy will join its silver gleam.

They charged at each other, all three of them. Dante the guard, protecting the distressed, and the foe that bloody well needed to be eliminated from existence. Sparks flew, their powers manifesting, electrical currents surrounding Dante once more, his rage drove him to fight his hardest. The demons held their own weapons, they seemed to be using... Whips. Whips that allowed fire to channel through, he mentally rolled his eyes at that one. But enough of the banter, he dodged a blow; they may seem tacky but the power was enough for devastating damage; he most definitely did not want to be in the way of one of those.

The in colour Dante came from behind him; he never saw him move. The floor rose up in waves as the whip came down, they were incredibly long! Were they made of metal it's self? 'WHAM' He went flying, that one almost hit him. He gulped, it was tougher than it looked, and these guys weren't messing around.

"Son of Sparda failing? This is the infamous slayer of demons! Ha! You will die at my hand." Force Edge blocked his way of achieving his goal (to kill him); the two enchanted metals collided in with each other, "DIE!" He was furious! He could feel it in his strength running through his weapon as his met it; Dante jumped away eluding the demon once more, only a matter of time till he got him now. He landed just on the side of Vergil's platform, avoiding to trample on his brother just barely, Vergil was unconscious by the looks of it, they better be praying he was still alive and breathing.

They got closer, they were both on opposite ends now, this was difficult; he was surrounded, he would have to trigger for all he knew. "It seems the half humans are lovers, wouldn't it be absolutely heart breaking if one of them were to die? His death will make Vergil suffer! Mundus will praise us!" So that's what this was about, it always was.

"Too bad for you I already know how this love story is going to end! HAH!" He triggered, devil within coming to life again. The two flew back, far away from Vergil and himself. This was getting serious, it always did. "EAT THIS!" His demon rasped in volumes.

And from there on, it was a blur. Like a fleeting dream he barely had his grasp on, it was sweet but he let it go, this was something not to be remembered.

He vaguely remembered defeating them, but he did indeed win. His demon side was vicious, like a corrupted side of him, which it sort of was. He'd never blanked out like this before, but when he did come too; shreds of numerous body parts littered about him, sinking deep into the red sea below. He was drenched in the disturbing substance of blood; his mouth especially. He must have enjoyed it - his demonic side - a chance to play; they messed with his love, so he messed with them. Wiping the remaining fluid off his human face, he took the moment to find a bit of serenity, it was done. The deed finished, revenge was taken; for the both of them. He exhaled dramatically, Vergil.

Still unmoving, Dante put both his hands on him, feeling for a pulse; he swallowed nervously; his chest about to explode from anxiety. If things didn't go the way he wanted, the way it was meant too. The happy ending. He didn't know what he'd do.

Everything changed for the two, this whole story of loss and new found love... It was a dramatic one, but he made it through in one piece, but Vergil... He thought, Dante thought he knew exactly what he wanted from the start... An explanation, but to what? Why Vergil left or... Did he want a new one now? Like what he felt for him? But now, he was certain of that. He made it through; at least he did. He lifted Vergil from the platform. What was going to happen next? He wanted to know himself, everyone wanted to know.

He just remembered, there was a time limit to the portal, he needed to be quick. He couldn't remember if he found a pulse on Vergil or not but he picked him up bridal style anyway, he wasn't leaving him here. His brother would make it, by God he will. He won't start shedding tears for him yet, he still had hope! He left the place, and hopefully all the nightmares along with it too.

"Vergil hang in there," he said as he blindly dashed into the darkness with his brother in his arms.

At least the screaming stopped.