-Vergil Sparda.

it was a particular rainy day, that much you remembered. cold and one of those days staying in bed felt more preferable than going out on the job with Dante. but duty calls.

the sound of your own breathing and the heavy rain echoed in your ears as you dragged yourself to nowhere. a devil more stronger than both of you had anticipated both left you in a bad way. though of course Dante could heal his wounds better than a human, hence why he was still fighting and not exactly aware of your condition.

one step, two step..it was the only thing keeping you grounded as your shoulder bled all over your hand, a nasty hit you certainly wouldn’t forget. the area was desolate, as if someone had fought here before considering the stench of demons made your nose twitch.

but after that, you don’t exactly remember much, just a figure glancing at you almost confused with a certain interest. white hair, long coat, blue eyes.

“Dante.” you coughed out before collapsing into the man’s arms.

“Dante..” he repeated to himself catching your weaken body. “intresting.” he glanced ahead. the arms you fell into? that was other Sparda brother.