"Isn't it quite... melancholic?", he asked with a slight smirk on his face as he sat down on one of many graves amongst which the two, at first not so interesting-looking men stood.
All graves were empty; no flowers, no decoration. You could tell this place has been abandoned for a long time, skeletons with no names left under the ground, never to be spoken of again.

"Indeed," his companion nodded, though the look in his face almost screamed disgust; desperately, but silently, as if not to judge his friend.
Of course he judged him. How dares he sit so carelessly on top of a grave?

"Dante..." he spoke silently, pushing the well-dressed gentleman in a completely clean, fresh looking suit to stand up as he himself sat down in the dry, brown grass in protest.
"Vergil?", Dante said, his smirk getting noticeably bigger.
"Why do you care?" he added carelessly.
"Let me see, Vergil... should I not sit on this grave that has been long forgotten? Do you think the corpse cares?" Vergil sat in silence, reaching into his pocket for a nearly empty pack of cigarettes, watching Dante do his thing.

As always, his decision was made depending on what the coin told him. The coin he stole from his father a long time ago as a trophy of what he has done to him. He mentioned that he regrets his doings so many times, but you could always tell by the undertone of his voice that he wasn't quite as sincere as one would think... or want to believe.

The cold wind brushed against Vergil's cheek as he tried to light up one of his last cigarettes in a weather that almost yelled at him not to smoke; that's what he thought, anyway, judging by how damn windy it was. Alas, he succeeded, take that, nature.

The sound of a metal being thrown into the air, quite noticeable in otherwise deafening silence, takes Vergil out of his dreamlike state back into reality.

Into this terrible, ugly reality... How? How did they get here?

He sneakily peaks into Dante's hand, trying to have a look at what his coin has told him. Not that he really cared, but what else is there to do in... an empty world?
"Yes", Dante laughs. Vergil however saw that the coin said clearly "no". But at this point, both of them have forgotten what exactly was this all about anyway.

Nevertheless, Vergil won't leave this be. Again, what else is there to do?
He puts his now half smoken cigarette into his mouth as he waves his hand symbolizing a T, and suddenly, the coin in Dante's hand flips to "yes".

"Not such a good liar now, are we?" Vergil giggles with his old, typical smokers voice. Deep and thunder-like. If there was anyone else to hear them, his voice could easily awake fear in them.
If anyone else... was there... with them...

"Huh?" Dante murmurs something to himself in a suddenly not so ignorant way. Of course, Vergil wanted to ask what is happening, but he sooner than that saw it for himself.

Before the loud, terrible growling could be heard, the fast beast has shown itself first in the speed of light. Black as a shadow, but much more terrifying.
"Again?" Asks Dante, taking one of his daggers out of his pocket, aiming at said beast; perfect aim, he thinks to himself. The beast goes down quicker than it arrived.

Vergil sighs. "Never take a break, will you?" he says while throwing away the last bit of his cigarette into the grass.
"I killed the big man", says Dante, again so carelessly.
Big man indeed, thinks Vergil to himself. But couldn't he do so earlier?
After making so many excuses, after stealing everything that could have been stolen, at last, he defeated Him who tried to take over the world, somewhat successfully. No one but these two survived. Of course, Dante being Dante wanted to at least save some women for himself, but alas, his greed was much greater than his wish to save the innocent.
Still he defeated Him, and now they have nothing left but count minutes, hours, days, months, years... Until time comes for them as well. For the last two survivors.
For what's the point of surviving when there is no one else but you?

If only they could at least go home, but this awfully apocalyptic seeming world hasn't left anything they could call home.

"Can you believe this happened over someone saying that He is too weak to defeat us all?" says Dante, laughing as always.
Vergil silently shrugs, lighting another cigarette.
"Oh Dante, our hero..." he laughs after a moment of silence.