This is inspired by The Lavender Road, for anyone who remembers it.

Prologue ~Fear~

He opened his eyes to the clear sky, the vibrant blue stretching out endlessly before him.

It was a stark contrast to the dreary and tainted air of the demon world he had just escaped.

With a gasp, he felt the rush of life infuse his lungs, the crispness of the air invigorating his weary body. Though his muscles still throbbed from the relentless battle he and his brother had fought, he knew it was nothing he couldn't endure.

Slowly, he pushed himself up, wincing as his sore limbs protested the movement.

His black coat, once pristine, was now smeared with remnants of rocks and sticky demon blood. He couldn't help but grimace at the sight, longing for a shower to wash away the filth that clung to him. His silver hair, usually swept back in an elegant style, now appeared dirty and disheveled, the strands clinging to his perspiring forehead.

Taking a moment to survey his surroundings, he realized he was in the middle of a desolate park.

The sun, barely visible on the horizon, cast a weak glow, creating an eerie ambiance that sent a shiver down his spine. The air, despite its chill, carried an unsettling stillness, as if the world held its breath in anticipation. "Why am I here?" he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper.

Yamato, the weapon that was supposed to open a portal to his brother's home, had failed him. Doubt crept into his mind, whispering that perhaps he had lost his skill to wield the legendary blade. Shaking his head to dispel the troubling thoughts, he rose to his feet, his determined gaze fixated on his brother's place. As he ventured out of the park, he found himself in a ghostly version of the city he once knew.

The streets were empty, devoid of life, and an oppressive silence hung heavy in the air. It was as if time itself had halted, leaving the world frozen in a state of suspended animation. He couldn't help but notice the abandoned cars scattered haphazardly along the road, as if their drivers had fled in haste. Half-opened stores and buildings in disarray painted a picture of chaos and destruction.

And then, between four parked cars, he caught sight of a pile of discarded clothes, belonging to a man, a woman, and a child. They lay there, as if their owners stripped naked in that spot. A knot of unease formed in his gut, constricting his breath. "What is happening?" he murmured, his voice heavy with disbelief. This couldn't be the same city. They had left the demon world together at the same time, so why was he alone?

Fear crept into his heart, its familiar grip tightening around his chest. Without a second thought, he broke into a run, his footsteps echoing through the deserted streets. He navigated through winding alleys and took sharp turns, his desperation driving him forward. And then, he spotted it—the neon sign of Devil May Cry, a beacon of hope in the darkness.

But this time, there was no light illuminating the sign, no vibrant glow to guide him home.

Heart pounding, he ascended the steps, his hand gripping the hilt of Yamato tightly. As he pushed open the double doors, his eyes widened in horror. Blood stained the floor, its crimson trail leading further into the depths of the familiar establishment. Fear mingled with determination as he stepped forward, ready to face whatever awaited him inside.

Under the broken coffee table, lay the battered body of a woman. Her raven hair obscured her face, and her tanned skin was marred by shards of glass. With a torn top and a gaping wound on her leg, she seemed beyond repair.

"Lady!" He hurried and knelt down before her. He placed three finger to the side of her neck and breathed a sigh of relief. He could still feel a pulse.

He placed his hands under her knees and others behind her shoulder and lifted her. He took her to the bedroom Dante used and then started analyzing her wounds.

Night descended upon the room as Lady finally stirred awake, her surroundings bathed in a dim light. The pain coursing through her body made even the slightest movement unbearable.

"Awake at last,"

A deep voice echoed behind her, breaking the silence. Lady attempted to scream, but the pain in her ribs silenced her, leaving her trembling on the bed. Kneeling before her, the man revealed a rare glimpse of concern in his eyes. "It's me, you can call me V if you want," he said softly, his tone a stark contrast to his usual self. Unable to meet his gaze, Lady remained curled up, unwilling to face the reality of her situation. "Who did this to you? and why is the street empty? Have you seen Dante by any chance?" Vergil bombarded her with questions, seeking answers about what had happened and the whereabouts of Dante.

Then, it hit her. Her leg was bandaged. He had helped her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she uttered words that sent him reeling, and he fell on his knees. "Dante killed Trish... He tried to kill me too... He is a monster." She wept.

With his eyes focused in the ground, Vergil started to hyperventilate.

"No...no!" He mumbled. "Wake up from this nightmare. None of this is real." He tried to recall what happened before opening his eyes in the human world.

Him and Dante had made the choice to return for awhile. Meet Nero and his comrades in the business. He unsheathed Yamato, but then...something else happened, what was it?

He tried to work his brain to remember, but for some reason it was hazy. As if a fog clouded his mind. He glanced up at trembling Lady again.

"I need to know everything you have seen. Dante would never do such a thing, There is just no way."

That would be all for now. I'm not the best writer but I try to write something good as much as I can. I hope you liked this.