Devil May Cry - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Devil Prince ❯ Unwanted Love ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: JenFoxworth 
Ben finds that his father could care less about him.
Non Anime: Devil May Cry - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.24.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 161 | Status: Work In Progress
Ben finds that his father could care less about him.
Non Anime: Devil May Cry - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.24.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 161 | Status: Work In Progress
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Dante stared at Ben as the boy slept. It was strange, having a child of his own, an heir. ‘Kid acts a bit different than I do though…’ He wondered, a lingering doubt in his mind. He couldn’t quite place it, but something about the boy reminded him of Vergil more than himself. ‘Can’t leave him alone though, big brother doesn’t let his grudges be forgiven just because they run away.’ The devil leaned back on his chair and closed his drowsy eyes, deciding that some rest might do him good.
**********************Ben opened his eyes, and slowly stood up. Dante didn’t move. The boy shook his head and quietly picked up his grandfather’s sword. The devil hunter was still sound asleep. The boy silently snuck out of the shop, and began running as hard as he could down the street.
“Lies and deceit can bring forth the truth.” He muttered to himself. ‘Lying to them was the only way I could have found out if father really cared. Never trust anyone ever again…!’ He had lied to them all. Vergil was his true birth father, and being merciless and filled with hate, the devil had believed what his son had said. “I don’t need him. If he was prepared to kill me when he knew I wasn’t his, then I don’t need him…” ‘What about Dante?’ His mind whispered to him. Ben stopped for a moment, and looked back, then continued running. ‘It’s too risky. I’m a product of rape… Mother couldn’t stand father, she loved Dante… Yet she still loved me… Would he hate me if he knew?’ Ben kept on, until he was finally safe, or hoped he was.
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Once again, Dante was alone when he awoke. “Great, just like his mother.” The devil said to himself. He grabbed his jacket and pulled it on, heading out. “Took the sword again… I wonder…”
Ben was quiet for a moment; he knew that this would happen. His father, Vergil, had found him. The dark-hearted devil glared at him, then strode forward and grabbed him by his throat again, but this time he didn’t squeeze it. “You filthy little whelp… Spawn of that so-called-brother of mine who protects the humans…” He began.
“I am not his. And you do not love me, so I am alone.” Vergil’s eyes widened, then narrowed again.
“You knew I was listening… Perhaps you aren’t a complete waste after all.” His father put him down slowly. “You will serve me.” His son stared at him with obvious distaste. “Fix your hair. I won’t have you looking like my foolish brother.” Ben didn’t move. Vergil immediately pulled out his katana and touched the tip to the boy’s throat. “You will do as I say, or you will die. I have no need for a brat.” The young devil stared at Yamato until he felt it starting to cut his neck. His lip curled up in a sneer, and Vergil slashed his face with the sword.
Ben’s head moved to the side, then back, a deep cut bleeding on his cheek. Yamato was at his throat again. “That was a warning, the next you will not survive. My patience is wearing thin.” Vergil said, anger rising in his voice.
“Fine.” The boy whispered, feigning obedience. The older devil sheathed his sword, and waited as Ben forced his hair up like his father’s. Some of the blood from his face mixed with the white, and tainted it dark red. Vergil turned, and motioned for him to follow.
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Dante saw what could only be Ben walking side by side with Vergil. “I hate you.” He was saying. Vergil smiled evilly. “Then let your rage grow, you’ll find it fuels your demon side.” The hunter watched from above the rafters of the castle they were walking in, taking in every movement that they were making.
“As far as I’m concerned, you’re not my father.” Vergil turned and slapped Ben, reopening the wound on the boy’s face.
“You will learn to hold your tongue!” Ben fell to his knees in pain, and the vicious devil grabbed him by the back of his cloak and started dragging him. The little half demon gasped for air as the cape choked him. Vergil threw him into an empty room and slammed the door shut, then locked it. “Damn whelp. I have no use for a son that will not obey.” He growled as he strode off.
Dante waited until his brother was out of hearing range, and then kicked the door open. Ben was lying on the floor, sobbing and bleeding. The boy looked up as his uncle started towards him, and backed up against the wall, blood and tears streaming down his frightened face. The little one hid his face in fear as Dante raised a hand to touch him.
“So you lied, you’re really Vergil’s?” The hunter asked him quietly.
“That bastard isn’t my father!” Ben said, still quivering violently with his arms raised over his face. Dante gently pulled the arms down to reveal his terrified eyes, one black and blue from being struck earlier.
“I’m not going to hurt you, kid. Don’t worry.” He hugged the boy close to his chest for a moment, then picked him up and began walking out of the room. He didn’t resist. “Stay close now.” The older devil began running down the hall, opposite from the one Vergil had taken.
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Dante was nearly out of the castle and at the gates when his brother stepped in his path. “Leaving without even saying goodbye, how impolite.” Vergil said tauntingly.
“You’ve gone too far this time, brother. Let me through.” The hunter demanded, still having his arms full with holding Ben.
“Why do you bother to save him, he’s not yours. I would think you to hate him for that, reliving your past, isn’t he? He doesn’t have the strength to be one of us, he needs to be destroyed.” Dante looked at the child as Vergil said this, who did not return the gesture. The boy’s eyes were wide with fear and he was shaking even harder then before. His small hands clutched at the bigger devil’s coat, hoping for protection. Dante looked up again.
“Maybe I should hate him. But I’m not heartless enough to leave him to you.” Vergil stared at his younger twin, a fierce anger burning in him. But something in Dante’s eyes told him that he could not win a fight with him now. They were already beginning to glow crimson with demonic power, and though Vergil had the same power, he knew his brother would fight to the death for this child. He stepped to the side, and his hand moved away from Yamato. Ben didn’t look at him as they passed, but Dante did. It was a new look, of disappointment and hatred.
Dante stared at Ben as the boy slept. It was strange, having a child of his own, an heir. ‘Kid acts a bit different than I do though…’ He wondered, a lingering doubt in his mind. He couldn’t quite place it, but something about the boy reminded him of Vergil more than himself. ‘Can’t leave him alone though, big brother doesn’t let his grudges be forgiven just because they run away.’ The devil leaned back on his chair and closed his drowsy eyes, deciding that some rest might do him good.
**********************Ben opened his eyes, and slowly stood up. Dante didn’t move. The boy shook his head and quietly picked up his grandfather’s sword. The devil hunter was still sound asleep. The boy silently snuck out of the shop, and began running as hard as he could down the street.
“Lies and deceit can bring forth the truth.” He muttered to himself. ‘Lying to them was the only way I could have found out if father really cared. Never trust anyone ever again…!’ He had lied to them all. Vergil was his true birth father, and being merciless and filled with hate, the devil had believed what his son had said. “I don’t need him. If he was prepared to kill me when he knew I wasn’t his, then I don’t need him…” ‘What about Dante?’ His mind whispered to him. Ben stopped for a moment, and looked back, then continued running. ‘It’s too risky. I’m a product of rape… Mother couldn’t stand father, she loved Dante… Yet she still loved me… Would he hate me if he knew?’ Ben kept on, until he was finally safe, or hoped he was.
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Once again, Dante was alone when he awoke. “Great, just like his mother.” The devil said to himself. He grabbed his jacket and pulled it on, heading out. “Took the sword again… I wonder…”
Ben was quiet for a moment; he knew that this would happen. His father, Vergil, had found him. The dark-hearted devil glared at him, then strode forward and grabbed him by his throat again, but this time he didn’t squeeze it. “You filthy little whelp… Spawn of that so-called-brother of mine who protects the humans…” He began.
“I am not his. And you do not love me, so I am alone.” Vergil’s eyes widened, then narrowed again.
“You knew I was listening… Perhaps you aren’t a complete waste after all.” His father put him down slowly. “You will serve me.” His son stared at him with obvious distaste. “Fix your hair. I won’t have you looking like my foolish brother.” Ben didn’t move. Vergil immediately pulled out his katana and touched the tip to the boy’s throat. “You will do as I say, or you will die. I have no need for a brat.” The young devil stared at Yamato until he felt it starting to cut his neck. His lip curled up in a sneer, and Vergil slashed his face with the sword.
Ben’s head moved to the side, then back, a deep cut bleeding on his cheek. Yamato was at his throat again. “That was a warning, the next you will not survive. My patience is wearing thin.” Vergil said, anger rising in his voice.
“Fine.” The boy whispered, feigning obedience. The older devil sheathed his sword, and waited as Ben forced his hair up like his father’s. Some of the blood from his face mixed with the white, and tainted it dark red. Vergil turned, and motioned for him to follow.
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Dante saw what could only be Ben walking side by side with Vergil. “I hate you.” He was saying. Vergil smiled evilly. “Then let your rage grow, you’ll find it fuels your demon side.” The hunter watched from above the rafters of the castle they were walking in, taking in every movement that they were making.
“As far as I’m concerned, you’re not my father.” Vergil turned and slapped Ben, reopening the wound on the boy’s face.
“You will learn to hold your tongue!” Ben fell to his knees in pain, and the vicious devil grabbed him by the back of his cloak and started dragging him. The little half demon gasped for air as the cape choked him. Vergil threw him into an empty room and slammed the door shut, then locked it. “Damn whelp. I have no use for a son that will not obey.” He growled as he strode off.
Dante waited until his brother was out of hearing range, and then kicked the door open. Ben was lying on the floor, sobbing and bleeding. The boy looked up as his uncle started towards him, and backed up against the wall, blood and tears streaming down his frightened face. The little one hid his face in fear as Dante raised a hand to touch him.
“So you lied, you’re really Vergil’s?” The hunter asked him quietly.
“That bastard isn’t my father!” Ben said, still quivering violently with his arms raised over his face. Dante gently pulled the arms down to reveal his terrified eyes, one black and blue from being struck earlier.
“I’m not going to hurt you, kid. Don’t worry.” He hugged the boy close to his chest for a moment, then picked him up and began walking out of the room. He didn’t resist. “Stay close now.” The older devil began running down the hall, opposite from the one Vergil had taken.
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Dante was nearly out of the castle and at the gates when his brother stepped in his path. “Leaving without even saying goodbye, how impolite.” Vergil said tauntingly.
“You’ve gone too far this time, brother. Let me through.” The hunter demanded, still having his arms full with holding Ben.
“Why do you bother to save him, he’s not yours. I would think you to hate him for that, reliving your past, isn’t he? He doesn’t have the strength to be one of us, he needs to be destroyed.” Dante looked at the child as Vergil said this, who did not return the gesture. The boy’s eyes were wide with fear and he was shaking even harder then before. His small hands clutched at the bigger devil’s coat, hoping for protection. Dante looked up again.
“Maybe I should hate him. But I’m not heartless enough to leave him to you.” Vergil stared at his younger twin, a fierce anger burning in him. But something in Dante’s eyes told him that he could not win a fight with him now. They were already beginning to glow crimson with demonic power, and though Vergil had the same power, he knew his brother would fight to the death for this child. He stepped to the side, and his hand moved away from Yamato. Ben didn’t look at him as they passed, but Dante did. It was a new look, of disappointment and hatred.