Immortals (Devil may Cry)

Mundus

We had put the bed all back together in the guest room in the basement. I had my blankets and pillows on it, each blue; my favorite color. My dresser was in there with all of my clothes, and I had all of my books. Vergil and Dante were a big help .I didn't have the strength they had.

It was noon when we were finished, and Vergil and I decided to go to the store to pick up some groceries. I climbed into my truck, starting it as Vergil climbed in on the passenger side. He glanced at the back seats, "Why do you have a four seated truck?"

"Because. Just in case my friends want to go somewhere. Oh, that reminds me, I should tell Jasmine about this..."

He looked at me, "Who's Jasmine?"

I waved him off, "Just one of my friends. You'll meet her some day."

I drove to IGA, parking fairly close to the store. We ran in and grabbed a few things, then he paid (He insisted) and we got back into the truck to go home.

I took the back road, hoping to see some deer or some other wildlife. Vergil was pretty quiet for the drive, and stared out the window at the scenery.

"Vergil, what's wrong?"

He glanced back at me, "Huh? Did you say something?"

"I asked what is wrong."

"Oh nothing, just thinking of my childhood."

I hesitated, "Care to inform me?"

He stared forwards, avoiding me.

"Look, Vergil. You don't need to worry about me telling anyone, or laughing in your face. I'm not that kind of person. You can trust me."

"No. No, it's not that. My childhood was... traumatizing."

I gave him a funny look, but he explained, "When I was a child, I always knew I was different. Even my parents were different. Always hiding. Parents always have favorites. My mother, Eva, chose Dante. My father, Sparda, chose me. I was... ignored. More often than not. I was the black sheep."

"Or white one in this case." I pointed out sarcastically, looking at him with a smile. But the look he gave me would make blind babies scream in terror. I quickly looked away, smile vanishing.

But he continued on, "My mother and father had done the unthinkable. They fell in love. A demon and angel falling in love defied all laws in their universe. But they did it anyway. We were seven when my father's brother, and God of all demons, Mundus, found out. Mundus would not see this. He murdered Eva with his own hand. He ripped her heart out while she was still conscious. Dante and I saw the entire thing. All of it. Children should never have to see something like that.

"Sparda reacted quickly. He wiped our memories to protect us, splitting us up and hiding us among the humans. We both went to an Orphanage, but I was adopted by a rich couple within the first year. Dante was not so lucky. He ended up in a foster home run by demons. He soon escaped, living a life on the streets. Sparda on the other hand, was banished forever. It is a fate worse than death. He has to suffer from endless punishment and pain. He's never coming back."

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, sympathy rushing through me, "Oh. Sorry if I crossed a line. I see why you didn't want to tell me."

"It's okay." But he was silent after that.

I was driving nervously, afraid that I had totally pissed him off. I didn't want that, but I was afraid that it had happened. I noticed a flash in the rear view mirror. Glancing up, I saw a red car right behind me. They were going quite fast, so I motioned for them to go around. But they didn't.

I clenched the steering wheel, glancing up at them every so often. Soon, I heard them gun it. They collided with my tail gate, forcing me off the road. Vergil and I shot forward in the seats from the impact of the blow. Luckily we had our seat belts on. My neck cracked loudly and painfully. I heard Vergil wheeze a breath as the seat belt squeezed the air from him.

I stuffed it in the ditch, freezing with shock. Vergil gasped, and coughed, struggling to release the seatbelt. He glanced over at me, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

I tried to shake my head, but a sharp pain ran through my neck. I didn't say anything. He crawled over to me, turning my head with his hand. I gasped painfully as my neck popped loudly, pain rushing through my head.

"Whiplash. Sit tight, try not to move. I'm going to talk with this guy."

He opened the door and slipped out. He walked to the back of the truck where the guy was. I breathed heavily, rotating my neck, trying to release my angered muscles. There was a slam against the truck, scaring the crap out of me. I glanced up in the mirror. I panicked at the sight.

An older man had Vergil pinned to the truck. And his fingers were digging into his chest.