Loves Waiting Grasp
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+A through F › Devil May Cry
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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3,263
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I do not own the Devil May Cry game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
~Painful thoughts of a loved one~
Disclaimer: I do not own DMC characters.
*First part is in Vergil's P.O.V*
~Painful thoughts of a loved one~
"My dear brother, how I miss you. The way you laughed, the way we wrestled as kin in our day. There wasn't a time when I thought you were a lesser being than I. Then I gave that all up to Mundus. I let him control me and play with both my mind and emotions. I let him toy with my very being. I turned to hatred, wanting none other than power. Oh, how that sickens me now, but it still plays with my mind. I am a lost being to Mundus' control. I am his for the time being. I plan to kill him somehow, but it all seems so impossible. I sit here watching you in the shadows, studying your very life and being. Dante, I don't know how you keep up with it all, and still seem sane. Your ways intrigue me to no end. I want to find my way back to you and be as we were, but not right now. I don't want to hurt you again. For now, I leave off with this journal. I keep my thoughts in here, so I can believe once again, so I can see you. The very snow I sit in to watch you, is cold, but I need to find out everything I can about you, before I make my return." - January 31, 1993.
Vergil looked up from his journal as a silent tear fell. "Dante please forgive me," he silently muttered as he shut the journal cover and the single tear fell on it. Vergil got up, slowly trudging through the snow as his black cloack swished in the nippy, wintery air. He pulled the hood up over his face to protect it from the cold. He rounded a corner and in silence, went back to his lonely penthouse he had bought. He said to himself in thought 'father always told us devils never cry, but look at me.'
At this point, the guilt was tearing at him for what he did to Dante. He told Dante himself, when they were younger, that he'd never leave, but broke that. Vergil looked up into the snowflake filled air and reached out to the sky. 'Father, if you can hear me, answer my prayer. Help me find my way back to Dante. Whatever it takes, I'll do it for him. My beloved brother, he's my world and the only person I have left. You and mom are gone, I'll make Mundus pay for making me miserable.'
Dante looked up from his television, "Vergil? Is that you?" Dante shook his head "no it's not him. Get over it, Vergil is gone." Dante assured himself and went back to his musings. "Vergil, if you are alive, please come back home."
Vergil could hear his younger brother's thoughts and said out loud "not right now, dear brother. Give me time, I'll eventually show." With that, Vergil walked back to his penthouse and kept to himself. He arrived at the building and pressed the elevator button. The door 'dinged' and opened its heavy silver metal doors, giving him access. He stepped into the elevator alone and sighed. The elevator stopped on the eighth floor and 'dinged' once again. He stepped out and went straight to his door. Unlocking it, he took the wet cloack off and hung it on the rack to dry. Placing the journal on the coffee table, he relaxed in his recliner and let his thoughts and memories consume him, letting him drift into an uneasy slumber.
*First part is in Vergil's P.O.V*
~Painful thoughts of a loved one~
"My dear brother, how I miss you. The way you laughed, the way we wrestled as kin in our day. There wasn't a time when I thought you were a lesser being than I. Then I gave that all up to Mundus. I let him control me and play with both my mind and emotions. I let him toy with my very being. I turned to hatred, wanting none other than power. Oh, how that sickens me now, but it still plays with my mind. I am a lost being to Mundus' control. I am his for the time being. I plan to kill him somehow, but it all seems so impossible. I sit here watching you in the shadows, studying your very life and being. Dante, I don't know how you keep up with it all, and still seem sane. Your ways intrigue me to no end. I want to find my way back to you and be as we were, but not right now. I don't want to hurt you again. For now, I leave off with this journal. I keep my thoughts in here, so I can believe once again, so I can see you. The very snow I sit in to watch you, is cold, but I need to find out everything I can about you, before I make my return." - January 31, 1993.
Vergil looked up from his journal as a silent tear fell. "Dante please forgive me," he silently muttered as he shut the journal cover and the single tear fell on it. Vergil got up, slowly trudging through the snow as his black cloack swished in the nippy, wintery air. He pulled the hood up over his face to protect it from the cold. He rounded a corner and in silence, went back to his lonely penthouse he had bought. He said to himself in thought 'father always told us devils never cry, but look at me.'
At this point, the guilt was tearing at him for what he did to Dante. He told Dante himself, when they were younger, that he'd never leave, but broke that. Vergil looked up into the snowflake filled air and reached out to the sky. 'Father, if you can hear me, answer my prayer. Help me find my way back to Dante. Whatever it takes, I'll do it for him. My beloved brother, he's my world and the only person I have left. You and mom are gone, I'll make Mundus pay for making me miserable.'
Dante looked up from his television, "Vergil? Is that you?" Dante shook his head "no it's not him. Get over it, Vergil is gone." Dante assured himself and went back to his musings. "Vergil, if you are alive, please come back home."
Vergil could hear his younger brother's thoughts and said out loud "not right now, dear brother. Give me time, I'll eventually show." With that, Vergil walked back to his penthouse and kept to himself. He arrived at the building and pressed the elevator button. The door 'dinged' and opened its heavy silver metal doors, giving him access. He stepped into the elevator alone and sighed. The elevator stopped on the eighth floor and 'dinged' once again. He stepped out and went straight to his door. Unlocking it, he took the wet cloack off and hung it on the rack to dry. Placing the journal on the coffee table, he relaxed in his recliner and let his thoughts and memories consume him, letting him drift into an uneasy slumber.