DMC belongs to Capcom

DMC belongs to Capcom

Callisto belongs to me.

I live!! Sorry for the very long delay. Writer’s block has been a killer (for this story). Anyways, here is what I came up with. A lot of you are asking me when Dante and Vergil will meet, well… let's just say, soon. :D Thank you everyone for reading, here's the chapter!

The hardened soil crunched under Dante’s heavy boots, as he planted them firmly into the ground. The Minotaur in front of him, rose to his full-length snorting fire out its nostrils.

“Man and beast.” Dante smirked, holding Rebellion in both of his hands, squared and positioned in the middle of his body, back hunched.

“Don’t you mean demon and beast?” Dante looked over as Callisto came to a stop beside him.

“Want to see my package?” Dante used Rebellion as a cane, while standing tall, in a cocky manner.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Even if I’m half demon, I’m still a man. The shuttle is in the dock, babe. How else do you think demons procreate?”

“Ok, no. No. I will not have this conversation.” Callisto put her hand up, and waved off Dante’s cocky grin.

“Babe, this is educational stuff. Now when a male demon and a female demon love each other… or not, they get together and-“

“-Can we please get to the matter at hand?” Callisto struck out her hand toward the towering Minotaur, which was slowly making it’s way to the two intruders. Unfazed by the approaching beast, Dante smiled the cockiest smile he could muster.

“As you wish.” He mockingly bowed before he sped off towards the beast.

Callisto arched her eyebrow and stood back, as she watched Dante make an enormous jump towards the fire-breathing creature.

Dante seemed to be having a sword fight with the horn of the Minotaur, using it’s large beast head to jump higher, only so he could land on the monster's head, penetrating it's skin with his blade. The Minotaur roared in pain, Dante ran down the creature's back, his blade ripping through its spine. Blood splurted out in a straight wild spray like a fountain. It roared a powerful vibrating roar, shaking the ground and hidden caves of Hell. The creature promptly turned around to face Dante, revealing his open and torn spine to Callisto.

"Ew." She wonders why the Minotaur hasn't died from the massive blood loss.

"Come on big guy, I know you've got more in you than that." Dante did a little hop from side to side, in front of the hell beast; taunting the creature on. It roared in response, swinging a warhammer towards Dante. He back flipped out of the way, just in time. "Where the hell did that come from?" Dante whipped out his trusty guns and fired into the monster's face before it had a chance to swig it's heavy weapon at the demon slayer. The bullets pierced the Minotaur's eyes, it waved its arms wildly, seemingly annoyed at the lead hitting its face. Callisto's thoughts coming true, the beast started wavering slightly before giving out a low groan and promptly falling in front of Dante, blood still sputtering out of the creature's back.

"See? I'm good." Dante grins at Callisto. As soon as he spoke those words, a sharp red substance glowed across the ground and travelled out, around in a circle. To Dante, it looked like a line at the beginning and end of a race, to news reporters in a helicopter, it looked like a giant circle.

"What the hell is this?" Asking the obvious question, Dante stared at the red line, with pink characters forming inside.

"It's a barrier, preventing the dead souls from straying into circles and rings they don't belong to."

"And escape."

"Yea… and that."

"But, we're alive, so we can pass it."

"You're catching on."

Without saying another word to each other Callisto and Dante stepped over the barrier and continued crunching the soil with their boots, going around and avoiding the strewn blood and various insides of the Minotaur from Dante's messy battle.

"Lovely" Callisto muttered, upper lip slightly curved, staring at pieces of torn spleen. She ran a hand through her hair, feeling dirty - and not in the good way.

A little ways down they came to a river of boiling mud. The stink was so treacherous, Dante had to cover his mouth in disgust.

"You know something smells bad, when I can't stand it." Dante said, his words muffled behind his gloves. Callisto laughed softly at Dante's self-knowledge and stepped into a nearby floating, wooden canoe.

"Are you sure that rickety thing can hold the both of us?" The half demon looked uncertainly at the pile of wood.

"I don't know. Why don't we find out?"

Dante put one foot in and the canoe began to go under the mud. He quickly removed his foot and Callisto leapt from her seat onto Dante, who didn't move an inch. The boat rocked back and forth from the motion until it finally settled down. The two stared wide-eyed, in silence, at the muddy river.

Dante's loud voice broke the silence. "How much do you weigh?!" He gently put her down, frightened of breaking her seemingly fragile bones.

Ignoring the demon's question, she straightened out her shirt and brushed off invisible dirt. "Ok, we walk." Following the edge of the steaming river, from the boiling mud, heads arose. Heads of human beings, who once walked the earth, but who were stolen by the selfish violent deeds they had committed. They arose with the mud clinging to their dead heads. Breathing, eating, drinking, inhaling, swallowing and living in mud, that was there life now. The thought wanted to make Dante gag.

They walked a ways.

They passed another ring.

"The suicides." Callisto mutters.

Dante briefly wonders if this is where he would have gone if he had followed his younger teenage desire. Large shadow trees covered the plain, shadow figures hung from it. Dead souls thinking, the only way out was death. Poor souls. Their suffering must relieve their pain. In a moment of Déjà vu, Dante reached up and grabbed a hold of a branch, underneath a figure, he twisted and snapped it off. It cried. It was s hollow empty sound, almost the same sound of Callisto's voice.

"You are a living being." It screeched. "Why are you here?"

"I'm looking for someone." Dante said while examining the branch he had ripped. Blood and sap seemed to have melded together and oozed out from the broken branch. Dante promptly dropped it.

"How'd you get here?" He asked the shadow being.

"After the execution of my wife and the death of my sons, I could bear life no longer. In a moments' judgement, I thought I might join them. I drank some poison, but alas, I am here, and my family is nowhere to be seen."

Dante thought after this for a moment. "What's your name?"

"Migaelo Euschten."

"I'll look for them, Migaelo. Anything you want me to pass along, if I see them?"

"Tell them, I love them."

"Right." Dante gave a curt nod to the shadow figure and the eerie voice, and watched as the segment of the tree he had broken, began to regenerate itself.

"As so, the cycle continues." Callisto touched Dante's shoulder, for his attention and turned around, continuing on. Dante allowed a moments' linger on the tree and then followed.

They walked a ways down.

They passed another ring.

From plane to desert. A desert of fire, more like it. A sandstorm of ash and molten rock, lava moving under ones feet. Here, the sinners were sitting, lying, or walking in the heat. Dante and Callisto were unaffected. The sodomites, the blasphemers, this is where they lay to rest. The desert seemed to be a sea of red, bits of fire raining down on them. But in between all the red and black, Dante could see something, a bit of colour. A colour that was opposite of his own. Blue. His eyes widened with realization and he began to run towards the colour. His brother.

"Dante, wait!" Callisto shouted against the howling of the sudden wind that arose about them, strewing fire, and bundles of coal in every which direction. Dante either couldn't hear, or was ignoring her. She decided it was the latter of the two. She opted to run after him. Even with her better than 20/20 vision, she still couldn't see him. It was as though he melded into the very plane itself. A sheet of red. She tried to spot some blue. But nothing.

They ran a ways down.

They passed into another circle.

Then.

There.

Vergil.

She ran towards him and halfway through crashed into something hard. Callisto looked up to see she had collided with Dante's back. He stood there. The brothers were facing off. Shakily she lifted herself from the ground. Why am I so weak? She thought to herself. The storm had died down. They had entered the eight circle. We're close. She thought.

"Verg?" Dante looked at his hard faced brother. His expression detached more than ever. His stance, his body, solid.

"Vergil?" Dante tried again, his voice gentle, almost crying. A lump began to develop in his throat. Dante found him, Vergil was alive. He was overcome with joy, he wanted to cry, to run up to his half and hug and kiss him until he exploded. But Vergil just stood there with that cruel look in his face.

Dante took a step. Vergil moved a foot back.

"Dante!" Callisto tugged at his arm, trying to hold him back. "Stop!"

"Don't keep me from my brother, when I'm so close." He pleaded.

"But it's not-" A sharp noise scattered throughout the circle. A guillotine noise. Dante looked to Callisto, blood dripping out of the corner of her mouth, it started to ooze from her stomach. With a twisted noise escaping her, she, fell to his feet. Dante looked from her body to Vergil and back again. Vergil stood, Yamato drawn. He twirled it around in his slender fingers. Graceful like a cat. As he always was.

"Vergil?" Dante looked at him questioning, wondering, what the hell was wrong with his brother.

"Welcome to hell, Dante."