Woo-hoo! Second story. I thought I'd go ahead and do a VergilxDante fic. Yaoi is always nice, right? This is told from Vergil's point of view. During the story, there will be several memories that Vergil will delve into. They will be sperated from the present time with ********. I'm sure you guys are used to that, no real need to explain, yes?

Hope you enjoy this. Let me know if I'm doing a good job of keping in character. This first chapter is sort of an intro, so just Vergil for now. Chapter two will be much linger and have Dante in it.

I do not own DMC, it's Characters, yadda, yadda. Capcom has right to the awesomeness.

WARNING: Twincest, yaoi, explicit. Don't like, don't read. Simple as that.

I have to thank you, brother. Thank you for freeing me from my enslavement. Enslavement? I am well aware it's been years since then. How old are we now? Late twenties? Early thirties? I don't keep up with trivial things like age; it is useless to a demon. Our beauty, our stamina, our strength, our libido, doesn't change when wrapped by the chains of time.

When Mundas fell by your hand, the omniscient stone God I'd come to hold as my master faded into a falsehood that I, so morosely, punished myself for ever believing in. Then again, did I ever really have a choice? No, I did not. I was forced to obey, to serve, to lower myself, becoming the life in the shell that was Nero-Angelo. I thought of you many times, my dear brother, as I floated through that new life, despising I ever let myself fall into the trap.

Temin-ni-gru; the portal to the demonic realm. As it crumbled, making it's last appearance to the drab world of humans, I slipped from your grasp, dear brother, and descended into the place where I thought I belonged….where I wanted to belong.

Do you think poorly of me? Do you shun my name, never letting it pass your lips as you remember how power-hungry and crazed I was? Did it pain you to see me back from you, bringing Yamoto's blade across your hand as you reached to grab mine and pull me to safety, or did you relish the moment, knowing that my cold, unwavering façade would be out of your snow-white hair forever?

I think I may know the answer already, brother. Your eyes met mine as I began my descent, the clutches of the world below me quickly taking me in. In your eyes of azure blue, I saw the emotion that I had always fought to hide: compassion.

Now, standing at the edge of the demonic planes, my full consciousness, body, and memory regained, I look for a way out of this place. The more I think about, the more I remember, the more I lust, the more I desire to be in your presence.

I'm coming back, brother. I'm coming back to you.