Vergil knew demons and angels were a lot for one to swallow, namely when their eyes hadn't been opened to the shadows yet. Danny fought a dragon though so he doesnt get THAT much leeway.

"Yes, Had. I do not know if I can truely call him my brother anymore after what happens. I know he does not love me though." There was true pain in his voice as he looked down. "I just hope he finds happiness. He deserves it." It hurt but he honestly felt these things even if he was lying to himself. He didn't want Dante happy, not without him around.

He waved a hand then, "But, my point, the demons came... and Dante was with mother, I was with our father at the time... Mundus, the demon king he ripped mothers heart out of her chest. Dante saw it, but her death gave us all time to escape you see..." The image burned in his mind playing again. "Father knew they would come for him next... so he wiped our minds of everything and dropped Dante and I at separate orphanages with different stories of how we forgot our lives. Meningitis for Dante, a car crash for me. I was lucky, Dante was not. That is why even if he hurt me, I want happiness for him. I lived privileged while he was tortured... the demons didn't know I even existed, but they hunted and tortured him his whole life."