Chapter 3: Fill Your Dark Soul with Light

There was nothing left for Dante now. His entire world had been crushed, so he only had one option; he must leave that life behind and start over. Immediately when he killed the demon and was transported out of Limbo, Dante could already hear the sirens from nearby cop cars. He looked around for Kat, but with his criminal record Dante would surely be implicated somehow, so he fled.

At first, he ran long and hard until the sound of the sirens became a distant memory. His mind was enveloped with so much confusion, that he had forgotten the various cuts that riddled his body. He dashed into a small alleyway out of sight, and leaned against the wall trying to relax. Adrenaline still pumped through his veins, and his thoughts were scattered.

My mother…I barely remember her. An image riddled with fog flashed through his mind. A women hovered over Dante, and spoke to him in a gentle voice. He couldn't remember her hair color, what she wore, or even what she said. It frustrated him, and he didn't understand how he could forget his own mother.

Almost instinctively, he gripped the red amulet that hung loosely around his neck and sighed. Looking down, he could see his cuts were finally starting to seal. He gently slid down the bricked alley wall, and sat on the filthy concrete with his head leaning against his knees.

Son of Sparda. He didn't even remember anything about his father. Dante always assumed he was some deadbeat, and never gave any serious thought about who he may be. Dead like your whore mother. Was she really dead? Could he believe the demon scum? Unfortunately, Dante was inclined to believe that the demon was in fact telling the truth.

After a few minutes, Dante just couldn't sit there any more. He decided that he would drive himself mad if he continued analyzing his new found knowledge. Renewed, he was back up on his feet again, and he began to make his way down the street.

Without a set destination, forward and away from the pier was the only direction Dante was sure about. He hadn't realized how much time had passed but noticed soon it would be dark, and he would be stranded. It wouldn't be the first time.

When a car pulled up next to him, he wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse. He gave a sideways glance through the open passenger window, and immediately rolled his eyes.

Sitting in the drivers seat was Kat, a never ending pest in Dante's eyes.

"Are you okay Dante?" She asked in a seemingly sincere tone.

Physically, Dante was perfect, but his already rocky existence was just torn apart. He was not okay, but he would never admit it. Without looking at her, he questioned "How do you know my name?"

"My boss knows you, he wants to meet." When a few seconds rolled by and she elicited no response from Dante she added, "Please? I helped you back there."

Dante turned towards her and leaned on the door, "I didn't ask for your help." he corrected in a bitter tone. It was harsher then Dante intended it to be, but he was never very in tuned with other peoples feelings.

Kat turned away from him, eyes forward, refusing to meet his gaze.

A sigh escaped Dante's lips before he begrudgingly opened the door, and slid in the front seat. It was true that Kat had helped him down on the pier, and if she wasn't there the outcome could have been dramatically different.

He relaxed into the seat before turning towards Kat a tad, and motioning for her to go.

Kat made a u-turn, and soon they were driving through the city with easy. At first, the car ride was silent with only the sound of the engine filling his ears. Casually, he put his hand threw his hair, rustling the gentle spikes as he continued to look upon the decrepit city streets.

Just when Dante thought the car ride was destined for silence Kat piped up "We know all about you Dante. I'm with an organization called The Order. Heard of it?"

Everyone in this city had heard of The Order. Images of a masked crusader flashed through his mind. He turned to Kat finding her eyes still set straight forward. "Something to do with that masked freak on the net?"

"That's my boss." Kat responded matter-of-factly.

Laced with heavy sarcasm, Dante retorted, "Wonderful. Can't wait."

After that, nothing else was said. Silence ensued so Dante leaned back into the seat, and tried to forget the events of today. Dwelling on the past wouldn't get him anywhere especially if he could hardly remember his.

Vergil stared intently at the silver mask. Its face was contorted into a menacing smile, and its eyes were an ominous black. At the moment, it was the only symbol of resistance he had for the public to see, but hopefully he would soon acquire another.

Dante, his brother and a nephilim like himself. Where as Vergil was more adept with intelligence, Dante was graced with brute force. Together, Vergil knew they could annihilate Mundus' reign once and for all. Humanity would no longer have to suffer, and Vergil wouldn't have worry about being slain just because of who his parents were. Finally, he would have freedom.

As if it was an after thought, Vergil remembered that he would also acquire a brother. They were all that remained of their small family, and it filled Vergil with a slight joy that if he could bring Dante in, he might get to experience that feeling again. The feeling of knowing someone will always be there. The feeling of someone else sharing your pain. The feeling of family.

What concerned him was that he was unsure if he could convince Dante to stay just long enough so Vergil could reveal who he really was. Once that happened, he was positive Dante would join him in his fight, but until then Vergil could only wait.

After Vergil saw the destruction on the pier, he had assumed the worst, but he was also ecstatic. The destruction only proved to Vergil how anarchic Dante could be even if The Hunter had played a part in the chaos.

In a matter of minutes after the first new report detailing the destruction hit, Kat had called him, and assured Vergil that she would be able to convince Dante to let her take him to their headquarters. Vergil had his doubts. After all, she was human, yet that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Humans were weak creatures, but they could provoke sympathy in someone because of that weakness.

Now, all he could do was wait patiently for her arrival, and hope his brother was accompanying her as well. If not, he was unsure he would be able to win this war.

They had been driving for a little less then twenty minutes, and Dante could see that night was just beginning to fall. Not much was exchanged between the two of them which Dante was content with. He never was much of a people person anyway.

The car turned down a small side street before it slowed as a gate in front of them opened revealing a narrow alleyway. To Dante, none of this looked special. It looked like any random, shitty alleyway in the city, and Dante began to think that maybe Kat had made a wrong turn.

Still, she drove the car into the gated alleyway, parked, and got out with a light slam of her door. Dante followed suit. Getting out of the car, he was met with a blast of cool air that felt refreshing against his warm skin. He looked around finding nothing particularly eye catching, so he made his way over to Kat.

She stood in front of a half opened garage door with some graffiti on it. "Welcome to The Order."

"Not what I was expecting." Dante admitted with a raised brow. At this point, doubt was the only thing his mind focused on.

Walking forward, Kat said "That's the idea." before she ducked down under the garage door.

Looking around once more, Dante couldn't help but follow her. Despite being doubtful, Dante was curious to see meet the masked freak, and it's not like he had any other plans for the evening.

"The demons are among us Dante, they are enslaving mankind." Kat added as she made her way towards a back wall.

Inside, the room was littered with various trash items like empty paint buckets, cardboard boxes, and scattered paper. Still, it was cleaner then his trailer.

On the back wall where Kat now stood, was some graffiti that resembled the twisted mask their leader always wore. "The world is asleep, brainwashed, and helpless," Kat continued as she pressed her thumb into the middle of the graffiti, and a small keyboard popped out. She began to type a plethora of numbers and letters which were to fast for Dante to follow, but in only a few seconds she was finished and the keyboard disappeared. In its place, an eye scanner clicked open causing Kat to lean forward a bit. Once a green laser scanned her eye, it clicked shut, and the brick wall started to shift revealing a secret passage. "We're fighting back."

Fancy, Dante thought as he followed Kat. He noticed a camera following his every move, and he admired all of the precautions that they took, but in Dante's mind they were fools. Eventually, the demons would find them, and no amount of advance hardware could stop that.

They continued to walk down the hall, "We're a small handful of freedom fighters," Kat looked back at Dante slightly before she added, "We are the last, and only line of defense."

"Defense?" Dante questioned as he grazed his fingers on some dusty molding, "You got no chance." He was an honest guy that hardly possessed a filter, so it's not like he was about to suddenly hold out on his opinion now.

Kat was unfazed by his remark and promptly explained "We don't leave things to chance, we've accumulated a vast amount of intelligence on the demons and their collaborators," A door slid opened, and Kat just kept walking. For some reason, it surprised Dante to see other people. Of course, he didn't think it was only Kat running the rebellion, but then again he couldn't wrap his mind around people thinking they had any chance of fighting the demons.

"World leaders, bankers, pop stars…We can hit them were it hurts." She explained confidently.

As Dante passed them, many of the humans would steal glances at him. He was their new member and also their new weapon, if what Vergil promised them was true.

For once, Dante didn't really have much to say. It wasn't that he was in awe of the place, but in fact it was quite the contrary. He couldn't fathom why anyone would want to wake up from their little dream world and fight the demons that controlled it. Sure, the demons were awful creatures and Dante wasn't about to defend them, but he learned that life was much easier when you just accepted the fact that you can't change anything about it.

Despite his pessimistic views, he still found himself following Kat through a vault door and into grand office. Bookcases filled with volumes of text lined a few walls while a complex computer system took over another. Standing in the middle of the room was a man who Dante presumed was the leader. As they made their way closer, Kat obediently stood behind the man. He was slightly taller then Dante, and when compared to what Dante was wearing the man was dressed extremely formal like. What caught Dante's eye the most was the his hair color which was pure white.

"Amazing…" The man commented as Dante made his way closer. "Dante, it really is you."

Dante just shrugged nonchalantly before a small sigh escaped his lips.

"You don't remember me, do you?"

"No." He replied before letting his eyes wander around the room once more.

A shadow was cast over the man's face so it was hard to see his features clearly, but Dante was almost certain a flash of pain swept across them.

For a few seconds, silence had overcome them both until the man asked "How much of your childhood do you remember?"

It was a peculiar question but it didn't take much thinking considering he could hardly remember anything. "Uh, not much." Dante explained with a shrug, "I had meningitis when I was seven. Wiped my memory. Why?"

The man scoffed and when he talked he sounded like as if he had just heard a joke. "They told me I had a car accident that resulted in total amnesia. Age…seven."

He honestly couldn't understand why the man told him this. Dante didn't care about his childhood, and he wasn't sure why the man was interested in Dante's. "Your point?"

The man began making his way towards Dante, and it was then that he could make out the piercing gray blue eyes he possessed.

Strange.

"Meningitis is a human affliction Dante, and you are not human."

Dante always knew he was different, but if he wasn't a demon and he wasn't a human then what was he.

"All war is fought with deception and you have been deceived. Your past has been hidden from you for a reason."

How did this man know anything about Dante? Immediately an anger washed through him. "Rewind a bit, Who are you again?" Dante asked in an aggravated tone. He didn't like that it seemed this man knew more about Dante then he knew about himself.

Placing his hands on his cane, he simply replied "My name is Vergil.," He turned and motioned to the room around him, " I established The Order to help find a way to fight the demons."

Dante chimed in "Besides swords and bullets you mean?" It was the only way Dante knew how to get rid of the demons.

With a small chuckle Vergil turned back to Dante "Such weapons can win battles but not the war. We use force, yes, but we also use intelligence, politics, propaganda." He began walking around the room as he listed them off. He was obviously passionate about the cause, but Dante could only think of him as a fool.

"Do you really think you can make a dent?" Dante sure as hell didn't think so, but Vergil turned back to Dante almost as if appalled that he could only think they would make a dent.

"Make a dent?" he strode forward until he was only a few feet in front of Dante, "With the two of us working together, I believe we can defeat them!"

Dante shook his head and gave a dry laugh. "Oh, so that's what this about. I fight the demons, and help you save the world?" He felt like some sort of tool, a pawn in some battle he didn't care about.

With a sardonic smile Vergil asked "What else were you planning on doing with your life?"

Looking at Kat who had remained silent throughout their discussion and then at Vergil he said "Look, you guys seem really nice and all, but I'm more of a loner type, trust issues, work alone, that sort of thing." He said in a bitter tone more aimed at Vergil.

Much to his surprise it was Kat who spoke up first. "Dante, I don't think you know how much is at stake here-", but before she could finish Vergil motioned to her with his hand and she stopped.

Placing his hands on his cane once more he replied calmly "If you want to leave and turn your back on me, I am powerless to stop you. But know this, you will be making a grave mistake. Not just for yourself, but for all of mankind."

"For mankind?" Dante asked in a perplexed tone.

"Yes!" Vergil exclaimed in a voice that sounded like he had finally tasted victory.

"What makes you think I give a shit?" Dante asked in a piercing tone. Kat looked up at him almost in bewilderment that he could even say such things while Vergil looked a bit taken aback. Mankind had never done anything for Dante, so why should he fight for them.

"At least give me a chance to show you." Vergil countered.

"Show me what?"

"Who you really are."

That was an offer Dante could hardly refuse. For his entire life that question had plagued him, but now he finally had the chance to answer it with the help of Vergil. He would play hero if that's what they needed him to do, but he was certain that once he found out who he was he would promptly slip away from their little rebellion in hopes of finding a new home.

A/N: Yay! So Dante and Vergil have finally met! As you see this chapter was heavily focused on the story, but next chapter will be where Dante finally discovers who he is, and also battles some demon scum! It might be the longest chapter so far, but I will try and get it out to you as quickly as possible.

Also one of the lovely reviewers pointed out that I had forgotten the wig part in chapter two. I probably should have addressed this last chapter, but I forgot unfortunately! When I was writing I was actually going to include it, but it just didn't really flow right with what was going on and felt a bit forced. I deeply apologize that I forgot to mention this before, so I hope it didn't inconvenience any of you :)

Honestly, you guys are amazing, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Oh and the little special surprise was a few paragraphs of Vergil's thoughts before Dante's arrival. I tried to think about how Vergil is, and what he would think about him in this point of time. If you enjoyed that I would be glad to do more Vergil POV stuff as well.

Have a great day!