Dante trudged through the bloody mess. He stopped, and looked up and the ceiling of the old castle. He sighed, seeming angry at something. He continued to walk.
I can't believe it. He thought. Damn. That was him. That was Vergil. I should have seen it earlier. When we first fought. Suspicions ran through me when we first duelled. Nelo Angelo had been far too good for any normal demon, and something about him reminded me of myself.
I just never thought he was Vergil.
I felt sick after his amulet remained behind. Because I had killed him. I had already lost him before at the Temen-Ni-Gru when he fell into hell. I had tried to save him, but he cut my hand off instead. Sure, I hated my brother, but not enough to kill him.
And now I had.
Vergil was still after my amulet, but instead, I had his and now the Force Edge. Honestly...I don't care about any of that. I just want my brother back...
And I don't know why. All my life I've disliked him on some level, tried so hard to beat him...but now I crave him. I need him. I want him.
Dante blinked hard, forcing down tears. He had never felt so lonely in his whole life. Never wanted something this bad. Never felt this way about Vergil. Never felt this undying want and need for him.
I...I just wish...wish that we had been together longer. Wish that I had treated him better. Wish that we had been nicer to each other. Wish that I woke up and smelt the coffee. Wish that I never let him slip down the opposite path to me.
I even wish that I went with him in his search for power.
He had asked me many times, but I was too human-hearted, consumed by the finer things in life such as love and humanity.
Had I known that this was going to happen, I would have joined him. Just to be with him. Just to spend time with him. Sure, the human race would be under our reign by now...but he'd be alive. And I'd be with him...
He walked along slowly. Suddenly, he heard heavy footsteps. He reached for Force Edge, gripping the handle tight. He silently crept along, looking around for signs of any movement. He heard staggering, and could almost taste fresh blood in the air. He wasn't quite sure what to expect. His grip on Force Edge faded slightly, and he let his defence down a little. There were further uneasy movements lurking in the darkness. The figure then collapsed, and metal clattered along. In the dark, Dante could just about make out silver hair...
I'm imagining it.
Or am I?
He walked closer to the figure, and made out a fresh wound. Exactly where he'd delivered the final crushing blow to Nelo Angelo.
"V...Vergil?!" He asked.
"...Dante..." Vergil struggled to say.
Dante knelt down, and scooped Vergil up, holding him. Deep down, he felt like crying.
"W...How are you still alive?"
"I don't know. Someone must have wanted me here." He barely chuckled. "I...I think I've lost my powers..."
"Well...after that huge explosion, I wouldn't be surprised. And from what I could see, all this black mist came out from you..."
"And...Vergil, I wanted you here."
Vergil managed a weak smile. "Yeah, right."
"I'm not joking. When...when I realised that you were Nelo Angelo, I couldn't stop thinking of you. I had this wild craving for you..."
Vergil looked up at his brother with a blank expression on his face. Dante saw a little blood trickling down from Vergil's lips, and he didn't miss the opportunity to lick it off. His tongue then slid into Vergil's mouth. He kissed Vergil soft, and slowly. Vergil didn't pull away, but instead accepted the kiss. Dante eventually broke it.
"C'mon. Let's get you cleaned up." Dante said, as he carried his brother home.