Well this is my new story, I hope it catches people's interest.

'thoughts'

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry even if sometimes my reality gets mixed up with my dreams.

Chapter 1: Dreams

'Where the hell am I?' thought Dante as he walked through the seemingly never ending darkness.

'Great I don't even have my weapons.' thought Dante not feeling the familiar weight of his sword Rebellion on his back nor the familiar weight of his guns in their holsters.

All was silent except for his boots due to the loud thudding sound they made as he walked.

'How did I get here?' he said scanning the area to only see nothing.

Dante opened his mouth to shout and see if anyone would reply but was surprised to find that his voice did not make a sound.

'Damn it, now I can't even speak!.' he thought to himself angrily.

After having walked around for what felt like hours he stopped.

'This is getting me nowhere.' he thought as he sat down on what he assumed to be the ground to try and think of what could have brought him to this empty place.

He couldn't have been seated for about three minutes before he thought he heard other footsteps.

Turning his head sideways to inspect the area he found of course nothing, which was all he seemed to find in this dreaded place.

He sighed in frustration. 'I have no idea how I got here.' he contemplated remembering just to having woken up on the cold ground.

Then that's when he heard a voice he thought he would never hear again.

He stood up immediately looking for any signs of him but all he heard was his voice.

" It's been a while since we've seen each other."

"Too bad you cannot greet me properly, you must have been so malignant to find your voice gone."

"You want to see me don't you?" he asked noticing the way Dante tried seeking his voice so he could locate him.

"Well you can't have everything now can you." he continued to say as Dante briskly walked the area in pursuit to find him.

"You've always loved your mother haven't you Dante?" he asked in a attempt to cause Dante to pause.

"Why couldn't you just prefer our father." he said causing Dante to close his hands into fists.

"Maybe if you did then both you and I would be working together, isn't that what you have always wanted? Both of us together in that dingy place you call your office. Your pathetic Dante, I would have expected for mother toat least have taught you to strive for more grandiose possessions."

"It is truly a distressing thought to see you a son of Sparda surrounded by your own filth when you could have undertook a greater task by just ridding of some pesky humans."

"I got to hand it to you though, I am mildly impressed that you had the fortitude to try and kill me, your own flesh and blood to save a bunch of innominatehumans."

Dante sped up his pace feeling that his brother was very close.

He started running now noticing a single door in the midst of the darkness.

Once reaching the door he pulled it wide open to see a brightly lit room with the most horrifying site in front of him.

There in front of him was his brother restrained by his very own sword covered in blood. The sheath tossed aside on the floor.

Dante ran to him as fast as he could only to realize that he could not reach him. The more he ran the farther Vergil seemed to get.

"Just give up Dante."

He shook his head in disagreement continuing to run ahead.

"You could never reach me no matter how hard you tried." said Vergil.

"That's not true!" Dante yelled out surprising himself when his voice came out.

Vergil chuckled from a distance. "You never could stay silent for long."

"Yeah well someone had to speak when you started to withdraw into yourself." replied Dante.

"It's too bad you have to wake up now." he told Dante.

"What?" Dante responded in confusion before losing sight of Vergil and the bleak surroundings.

Dante woke up groggily to find himself in his bedroom. It was still night time as he checked his alarm clock seeing the digital clock show that it was 3:47 AM. He found himself covered in sweat as he threw his blankets off his torso so that he could make his way to the bathroom.

Once there he turned the sink faucet to get cold water so he could splash it on his face. After he finished he stood still his hands holding onto the sink counter before looking up to the mirror seeing his reflection.

His hair was in disarray and he had dark circles under his eyes but that's not what bothered him.

There in his reflection all he could see was a mirror image of himself which only reminded him of his brother.

Dante raised his fist and punched the mirror not caring if his fist bled as it smashed into pieces.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do more to save you." he said silently to himself.

This chapter was rather short but I liked how it ended. I would be extremely grateful if I were to get some feedback. Until next time. -Elivanna