MISSION FIVE

[with_liiiiiight]

[tiny!four year old!Dante is wandering around his townhouse in one of his bigger self's t-shirts, obviously looking for something or someone. He's crying, fat tears rolling down his face as he hiccups and tries to navigate the stairs]

Vergil? Vergil? Momma?

Mommaaaaaaa!

...don't wanna be all 'lone.

[sits at the bottom of the stairs, sniffling miserably. Devil May Be a Crybaby.]