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DREAM

Cool
hands brushed the dirt of his bloodied knee. “It’s okay Dante.” He heard the
soothing voice of his brother and opened his teary eyes. The icy blue eyes of
his older twin looked at him with concern. The 8 year old boy took his scarf-
his favourite scarf- and dressed Dante’s Wounded Knee.

Vergil
stood and offered his injured twin his hand who took it gratefully. Together
they walked back home

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DREAM

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Vergil
stirred in his sleep. He expected everything when he woke up. class=GramE>More Pain, more torture, more beatings. But
not this. He was in a warm bed with soft sheets surrounding him.

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Slowly
he opened his eyes. Darkness surrounded him only the soft light of the
moonlight filtered trough the windows.

He
winced as he sat up. His wounds where not yet fully healed. Vergil took in the
surroundings of the room he were in.
Then his eyes fell on one thing he least expected.

His little Brother, Dante.lang=EN-GB style='color:blue;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>

He
sat in an uncomfortable looking chair. His head hung to the side. Dante would
have a stiff neck when he awakes.

‘I
can’t stay here… it would be too dangerous.’ Vergil thought suddenly, as he
watched his brother sleep.

FLASHBACK

Vergil
walked through the hallway, His blue cloak billowing behind him. The lower
Demons bowed respectfully as he walked by.

He
knew his destination… the Gardens.

Vergil
lay open the heavy Oak doors to the garden area. And
there stood the very person he was looking for, as he knew he would be.

Lucifer.style='color:blue;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'> The fallen
Morningstar, son of the dawn. He who once laid down
the nations.

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“My lord.”style='color:blue;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'> Vergil bowed before the Ruler of
Hell.

The
tall and handsome Devil turned around. None on earth would have thought that
the evil Dragon, as he was also called, was a beautiful man with short black
hair and the face of an angel.

“Ah,
son of Sparda! “ the deep
baritone of the devil’s voice smoothed Vergil’s nerves .

style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Walk with me Vergil.” and Vergil walked with
him - careful not to walk next to him, always a step behind.

“To
what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” Lucifer asked.

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Vergil
collected every scrap of courage he could find in his body. “My lord, you know
that I have a younger brother. A brother whom I failed to protect from the evil
Mundus spread in the human world.”

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Lucifer
stopped at a small pond and turned around. They where in a
secluded area of the gardens. Shadows cast their gaze about them.
Lucifer’s emerald eyes focused on Vergil. “I’m also aware of the fact that you
were the one who supported the Traitor Mundus.”

Vergil’s
eyes dropped in shame. “My Lord, I…” style='mso-spacerun:yes'> what couldstyle='mso-spacerun:yes'> he say…nothing could justify his actions. “I
won’t deny the evil I did, as it is something I will never forget but I… my
Brother…” suddenly every single word, every sentence he prepared disappeared
and only his brother existed in his mind.

“You
miss your brother?” The half Demon looked
up shocked at the clarity of the Devil Lord’s words. “You wish to heal the
wounds your words and actions forced on your brother’s soul.”

“Yes
My lord!” Vergil’s voice was clear but his eyes showed his emotions.

Lucifer
mused over him, His eyes staring through his cold exterior and right into his
very soul.

“You
will get my decision when I return. I have to visit the guards at the Northern
Border. And now, come, young Sparda, we’ll have Lunch
together.”

style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Vergil took a deep breath and followed
Lucifer.

Neither
Lucifer nor Vergil noticed the person concealed by the Shadows that caught on
every word they spoke. Neither noticed the anger, wild jealousy radiating from
him.

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style='color:blue;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Thud…style='color:blue;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>
Vergil fell heavily to the ground as another blow hit him in the chest.
Normally, he would kill the person that dared to attack him, but this situation
was different. One: his Sword was on the other side of the room. class=GramE>Two : four Demons where keeping him down and Three: the
Person that attacked him so fiercely was the second in Command of Lucifer,
Beelzebub.

“Since
the worlds existence I’ve been the Morningstar’s Right hand, and I will not
tolerate a mere Half Demon trying to push me from my rightful place.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Beelzebub’s sword stabbed trough Vergil’s
abdomen. An agonized cry echoed in the room as Beelzebub twisted it mercilessly.

“You
will suffer for this betrayal… and your brother will watch…. Before
I kill him too!”

END
FLASHBACK