DmC Illia's Chronicles

Mission 8: Regroup

Dante and Vergil watched the factory's downfall as the last of the explosions shook the rest of the structure, bring it down; Dante's sorrowful gaze hurt his brother.

"Come on, Dante. This isn't over yet..." he trailed off as he quickly strolled across the roof top; Dante followed after his brother to the ground.

They wondered a few blocks to where the car was located, when they saw someone with a familiar head of thick, long red hair that was caked in dust and ruble and ruined clothes stained with blood.

"Vergil, look!" Dante rushed over grinning,

"I knew you two would make it out." Heine said with a light smile, as he adjusted Illia, who was on his back unconscious. Vergil looked at Illia more closely as he gasped at her condition,

"We need to take care of her wounds and think of what our next step might be." Dante and Heine nodded as Vergil unlocked the car all loading inside.

They arrived at Vergil's other hide out and resided in a large garage like construction not a stylish as the last, but would suffice; Heine laid Illia down onto a old couch as Vergil processed to rummage though the mess,

"Do you have a first-aid kit?" Heine asked as he looked over to Vergil, who had already grabbed the box after he sat his portable computer down.

"Here, there should be enough in there to treat her wounds." He said as he handed off the box to Heine, who quickly began to open the zipper of her jacket, to tend to her wounds that remained, even wiping her face of the grime that resided there.

"That should help keep her wounds from getting infected. I need to get somethings; do you mind keeping an eye on her?" Heine asked as he made his way over the threshold, to the door.

"Yes, of course. Make sure you aren't followed." Vergil said reassuring Heine of her safety, as he nodded at Vergil and took his leave.

Dante paced back and forth in place and Vergil continued to set himself up; once his laptop was finished loading, a noise admitted from the speakers. Vergil pulled up a video, he was hesitant to click play as Dante hovered over his shoulder. He slowly pressed the play icon, studying the contents of the short film. Dante, face contorted in anger as he watched the video with him,

"Interesting..." the film came to an end; Illia's eyes slowly fluttered opened from the sounds of Dante's raised voice, turning her head to better hear the conversation taking place before her.

"Interesting?" Dante looked at his brother with confusion,

"Mundus knows less than I thought. He knows my name, but that's it: not that I am your brother, nor that I am Offspring of Sparda." with his hand pressed against his chin as he walked away from the laptop. Dante leaned over the desk, staring into the screen.

"She must have been strong to hold out." His tone coming out low. Vergil glanced at him,

"Yes, she did well...but we can't save her." he trailed off turning to face his brother, as Dante turned to him stunned,

"What do you mean?" he came closer to Vergil,

"You can't seriously think I would trade your life for her's?" looking at Dante, whose face twisted a bit from thought.

"No, I'm not saying we..." Dante began only to be interrupted by Vergil's protest,

"Apart from the fact that you're my brother, you're the key to defeating Mundus." Dante approached Vergil, to restate his point.

"I'm not saying we trade my life for her. I'm saying we offer another trade: Kat for Mundus' mistress Lilith." Vergil scoffed at the idea,

"Why would Mundus care for one of his whores?" turning to face him, while Dante resumed his pacing around in a circle,