Son Of Dante [Sequal to Dante's Demise] [HIATUS]

Son Of Dante [16]

Damien doubled over again, coughing uncontrollably. He had nothing in his stomach to vomit out, but his body kept trying. He could feel Yamato glowing at his belt, the blade was excited to see it’s master.

Damien felt weak, he couldn’t move his feet to walk to the door and he couldn’t move his arms to touch the door. Damien managed to drag his body to the door, leaning against it. He couldn’t see through it, so he didn’t know if Vergil could see him either. He slowly touched the door handle, his fingers were like spaghetti. He pushed the door open slowly, and tried to shuffle inside. The carpet was white and the walls were a light blue. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, the candles flickering wildly. There was a large bed with silk sheets, but from what Damien could see - Vergil wasn’t there. On the opposite wall to the door, there was a glass door that seemed to lead outside. Damien could barely make out the shape of a human on the other side. Yamato grew warm at his belt, and Damien walked to the door and slowly pushed it open. Outside, was what looked like a vast garden. On the balcony was a chess table, and sat at the chess table with a knight in hand was Vergil. He looked at Damien, his exterior was calm but his eyes were shocked.

“Hello, nephew.”

Damien’s legs began to feel weak again, everything was slowly coming to a close. So many long years of research and deceit were going to end.

“Mind my asking, but you’re Damien aren’t you? I haven’t seen you in so long, so I can’t remember the difference between you and your brother.”

Damien drew Yamato and pointed it at Vergil’s neck, Vergil didn’t even cringe at the act.

“My Father stopped hunting, because of you. He became depressed, because of you. He does nothing, because of you.”

“I thought nothing was all Dante ever did.”

“Don’t speak his name.”

“My apologies. I forget what it is like, to have respect for a Father.”

“I don’t want excuses.”

“Is that why you took the dangerous journey to come here? To tell me I have ruined your Father’s life? I didn’t need a child to tell me that, I knew it full well. I knew it since the day I left him behind.”

Damien put Yamato back in it’s sheath, and untied it from his belt. He extended it out to Vergil. “I came, to give you this.”

“What?”

“When you ‘died’, my Father gave my brother and I the swords given to the two of you by your Father, Sparda. But I never wanted the legacy of Sparda, I never wanted this blade. For years, it’s plagued my mind and played into my dreams. For years it’s been trying to turn me into you, a disgusting man thirsty for power. But I swore I’d never become like you, so for years I’ve been trying to get here to give it back to you. I can’t trust any other demon with such a powerful blade, so it should go back to where it wants. Take it, so I can finally rid of the guilt I’ve had for so long.”

Vergil took Yamato and inspected the blade, then looked up at Damien.

“You have cared for it well, I thank you for it’s return. But, I must only ask one question. Why have you had guilt?”

“The sword, it played the moments when Gorkmonte stabbed me and you giving up your life for so many years. It made me think it was all my fault that you died, but I know it wasn’t. It was a false guilt, but it was guilt nonetheless.”

“I see, you have been a very persistent sword Yamato,” Vergil said to the sword, then looked back up at Damien. “You should leave, before Lucifer realises you’re here.”