[Dream] I made a promise with a demon boy...

[guide2hell]

(As I said in Hayden's one, I suck at LJ HTML, so here's the link: http://community.livejournal.com/jigoku_ooc/104430.html )

He knows this dream, almost as intimately as Dante's one of this same home and the room that had been Mother's and her bloody corpse.  It's a different dream, he's a bystander to the past, and can't change anything.

It's still

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[werallsatisfied]

It's not like Dante could ever help it. He'd always assume Home was safe. Nothing could happen, nothing could go wrong. His older brother was supposed to know best, and things were supposed to be alright.

That's just how children thought.

Hmph. Boy, did Dante, even at that age, ever get quite the literal wake up call.

He's not saying anything, since it's not his dream, a step or two behind Vergil, subconsciously there, he supposed, out of the fact that suffering begets suffering, and knowing Vergil's nightmares and dreams as intimately as he knows his own is certainly suffering. Or maybe just to be a source of comfort to make up for all the wrongs between them in a small way.

Having several decades to think over your actions could do that to a man.

Dante's an observer in this, just as much as Vergil seemed to be.

[guide2hell]

The younger Vergil pads on, an occasional 'Mama? or 'Mommy?' in tones that like most children's carry the beginning notes of panic the longer the called for parent doesn't answer. It's not a true panic, not the way it would be for an adult, but it's still there. The sounds are coming a little more clearly, thumps and thuds and more tinkling of glass, but the stupid child just keeps going in that direction, more curious then afraid. Vergil stops, feeling Dante's presense.

"I don't want to see this again."

[werallsatisfied]

A hand on Vergil's shoulder is all he can really offer, face grim in a small sense, but he's been around more years, has more experience dealing with this sort of thing.

"I know, Brother."

And it's rarely ever 'brother' for the fact that it's hard to hide some of the sympathy. He knows how Vergil is.

"So don't."

[cataclysmic_vei]

My my... How sweet this is, how... tragic. [A voice whispers, faceless, but warm like fire]

[guide2hell]

The child version doesn't hear, calling for his mother plaintively while he moves in the direction of the sounds, but the older version stops. Ice and malice fill his tones, a warning.

"Get. Out."

[cataclysmic_vei]

Make me.

[guide2hell]

His hand starts to clench on the hilt of Yamato, but he forgets the dream child has gone far enough. A scrambling, then a woman's voice, a high pitched scream of pain and fear.

"Vergil! Dante! Get out NOW!" And the child comes barreling through, face spattered, hair dotted with red, heading at first for the stairs, then changing his mind and slamming against a door, scrabbling at its handle while he adds his own screams.

"Dante! Run! Hide! Now!" Fury suffuses Vergil's face, and Vei may find himself almost battered by the roar.

"I said get OUT!"