It began

It all began

It begins

With a man

With a guy

Called

Named

Christened

Lucy

...and ends, too

Well. That hurt.

Inferno

I smell a fic layout :) rather like the idea of adapting the Eurydice mythology template to the circles of Hell according to Dante's Inferno...

...ignoring the ACTUAL inferno, outside. Saw a DMC fanart of this and thought, awesome though the image of teh boys adopting this pose, uhm...Dante and Vergil are actually the guys in the BACK. With the medieval cap and wreath. Uhhhhm. Oop. Incidentally, this is the circle of sodomy, roight? D and V ARE technically hugging, though. Tis summat.

DMC Dialogue

Succubus, Incubus, Metamorphis...

~~~

My son is crying, and I am glad.

I suppose that might make me a bitch-poor excuse for a Mother. And I am only a slightly abnormal Mother. My children, however, are another matter. I suppose every Mother wants their child to be special. It’s not arrogance when I say mine are; nor would I have them any other way. They’re not, to me, what others call them. Monsters. Half-breeds. Spawn. They are simply my sons: Dante, and Vergil. They are what He and I made them to be, and one day, what they make themselves to be.

“Mom...” “Mom!” “Mom, I’m hot...” “It HURTS! NggghMOM!”

“Kaninchen.” “Be strong, now.”

“Don’t.” “Matier. One of my sons is bleating for me like a dying lamb and the other will tear my throat out if I go to help him.” “So do NOT” “Tell me to be strong.”

“There is nothing you could do to help him.”

“I am his MOTHER, for God’s sake!”

“And their Father is a Demon.” “Will you help him as you did Vergil?”

“You are a cruel old bitch.”

“Yes, Kaninchen. Now come.” “You knew this would be hard.” “They’re devils.”

“Devils never cry.”

Later, I will tell the boys that a coyote crept into the house.

(dante o n nest of blood and bones and feathers, being herded back in

“You should be proud of him.” “Protecting the nest, nurturing, feeding up the hatchling- these are all the duties of the-“

“Mother.”

“No, the Father.” “The life of a young demon hatchling is one of white, not black, widows.”

“Speak sense, Matier.”

“The Mother bears the children. But you know better than any, Kaninchen, that to bear a Demon child demands the sacrifice of what they reap: life. So it must be, for every Demon hatchling to be born a murderer.”

“But I didn’t die, I-“ “He saved me, and then the bastard-“

“If the Mother should survive.” “It is in the nature of the Father to do what his offspring could not.”

“Fool.” “Pompous, ashamed old FOOL. Why didn’t he just tell me?!”

“He did not tell you a lot of things.”

“Such as?”

“No, I don’ wannit.” “I said I don’t WANNIT! It’s gross!”

(growwwwl)

“Matier? What didn’t He tell me?”

“If he does not start eating soon, he will not survive.”

“Dante.” “Dante, darling, listen to me-“

“Mom-!”

“Shhh, darling, please, and listen.” “You must trust your brother, alright? Do you understand?”

“Mom. IT. HURTS!!!”

“I know.” “I know, baby, it hurts for me too. But listen to your brother.”

“I can’t understand what he’s- AGGGGckk! Saying!” “He’s just making retarded- aaaAAAAH!”

“He will. Soon.” “What are you doing? Eva?”

“I have to see. If I can’t-“

“Vergil will kill you.” “It won’t matter that you are his Mother. If he thinks you’re threatening his brother, his twin, his brethren blood hatchling- he will not hesitate to kill you.”

“Yes he will.” “He’s still half mine yet, damn everything. VERGIL!”

(stops at locket, cowers)

“Stop.” “And listen to me.” “I know you’re scared, baby.” “I know you’ve been scared for a very long time. I know you’ve been confused. I know I-“ “I know I’ve lied to you. And I’m sorry. “

“Your Mother is proud of you, Vergil.” “You’ve taken on the role of Father . Father proud. Mother proud.”

“Liarrrrr.”

-eat lots of meat

-viking angel

-transform

-keening sounds, square off, uh-oh matier, dante collapses, clicks and rattles, licking face, curl up

“Perhaps I was wrong.”

“Can I have that in writing, old bat?”

“Silly little Alice.” “You hate Him for leaving.”

(say nothing)

“He did not tell you about the birth. He did not tell you about the intolerable, delicious primal urge he had, despite all his love, to kill you. Because he is a Demon and that is how Demon’s are.”

“But he didn’t.” “A good fool, then.” “And the...other thing?”

(vergil’s beady eye opens)

“Every Demon is born as a twin.”

“He never mentioned he had a-“ “That is, I never met his.”

“No. You would not have done.”

“Matier?”

“To have another half of oneself is a powerful thing. A companion to constantly push you to better yourself, a second pair of eyes to watch your back, a second pair of hands to steady your falls. As hatchlings, it is a useful tool for survival. It is not, however, intended to be nurturing.” “Demonkind are disciples of Darwin. They hold strength above all else.” “In their world, might controls everything. Without it, they cannot conquer anything. Not even themselves.” “And so that is what they must do. To complete the journey from hatchling, to King.”

“What are you saying?”

“In what we may loosely call childhood, a hatchling’s every instinct is to preserve, protect, and serve beside it’s other. But upon the awakening, upon, shall we call it, the period of puberty-“ “They shall be overcome by another, more terrible instinct. To fight. And fight. And fight. And fight.” “Until one of them cannot fight anymore.” “Is overcome.” “And consumed.”

“No.” “No.”

“Sparda knew this.”

“No. You’re wrong.”

“But you wanted a child.”

“No. Stop.”

“He desperately craved one, also. But that was the heart of the matter. He craved one. Just one.”

“You’re forgetting one thing.” “My sons are not devils. They are also mine. Mine!” “They’re human, too. I’ve seen it. Dante-“

“Ah yes, Dante.” “The little baby, the carefree rambunctious gnat, who bites and fights and brawls as easily as he laughs and cries and teeths.” “And Vergil?”

“Maybe Vergil doesn’t cry with his eyes.” “But he cries with his heart more than Dante...” happy, if not simple “Could ever-“ “I put more trust in Vergil than any under the Sun.”

“Then you had better hope he does not choose to walk in darkness.” “Eva.”

“I have faith.”

“In yourself? Not enough, kaninchen.”

“In them.” “In them, together.”

~~~

Kaninchen or Lapin?

Vergil overheard, or mis-overheard?

~~~

“Mother. I want meat.”

“Beef is on Wednesday, my darling. You know that.”

“I want meat NOW.”

“It’ll have to wait. Not yet, do you hear me? NO.”

“Beef is stupid. –I- don’t want any meat, Mom, animals are stupid.”

“It is you who’s stupid, idiot.”

“HEY-“

“Boys, enough-“

“-OUCH! Mom, he bit me! Eeeeew, don’t chew it, you freak!”

“Vergil.” “Spit that out.” “NOW!”

“That really, REALLY hurt!”

“Vergil, apologise.” “Vergil!”

“Verge?” “What the hell was that about?!”

~~~

“I can’t understand what you’re saying, retard, cut it out!” “Quit hissing at me!” “Vergil, quit it! Get awa-“ “Are you sniffing me?”

“Hhhh-cck-“

“Huh?”

“Hurrrr-mnnn-“

“Uhm, did you hit your head or something? MOM-“ “OUCH! That really HURTS you FUCKER-“

“Filthy...hurrr...man ate...brethren...”

“Vergil?” “Are those feathers-“ “Get off. Lemme go.” “MOM!! MOM, VERGIL KILLED A-“

~~~

(blinded)

“What the Hell Verge, the, you, you nearly KILLED-“ (anger) “You asshole what the SHIT-“

“Dante. Be quiet.”

“But-“

“Quiet. Silent, darling, please.”

(didn’t tell off for bad words) “He can still smell us, Mom.” “Why are you scared? You’re never scared. You can’t be scared, it’s Vergil.”

“I’m not scared of him, baby. I’m scared...for him.”

“I think I’m scared, too.” “Why did he kill the chickens? Why is there...that stuff, everywhere?” “Mom?”

“Dante. When I say, run downstairs, and call Matier.”

“But-“

(click)

“Okay. What about you?”

“He wasn’t trying to-“ “I think he’s scared as well.”

“Yes, baby. He is.”

~~~

“I’m not afraid of you.” “I’m not afraid of you! Give me back my brother you shithead! I haven’t been eaten, Verge, YOU have!”

“You arrrrr...brrethrrenn?”

“Huh?” “Yeah I’m your brother you DICK.”

“Prrrove.”

“Whaddya mean pr-“ “Oh, I dunno, how about we look exactly the SAME?” “Well not so much now, cause now you really don’t look so pretty. Then again I always had the looks.”

“You...smell...humannn...”

“Uh, duh, we –are- human?”

“NO!” “No, liessss, lies!”

“Why’d you hurt Mom? I hated it, I hate you for it, why’d you do it?”

“Sssshe...filtth humann...liess!”

“STOP TALKING LIKE THAT!”

~~~

(bed of bones)

“Eat.”

“Not hungry.”

“EAT.”

“No!”

“Then you’ll die. Weak, pathetic, hu-“

“Don’t. Say. It.” “I don’t like it here. It smells.”

“You reek.” “We are safe here.”

“Safe from what?”

~~~

New concept: Eurydice- Dante finds out it was humans, not demons, who murdered their Mother. Hasn’t resurrected or searched for a way to resurrect Vergil before because he’s pretty convinced Vergil would a) just try to takeover the world again and b) treat him like shit soooo. Resurrects Vergil (gathers pieces of soul?) and makes deal with (Astaroth? Which Demon? Crowley?) in exchange. Hellhounds. Because half breed, human soul dragged to Hell, Demonic autopilot left with empty vessel.