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No Matter What They Say	By : Demonized Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 741 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
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Vergil doesn't quite know what to do other than stand, frozen with fear, where Sparda had set him down. It's been a little over twenty-five years since he's been touched with any sort of affection and he certainly hadn't been expecting the hug that Sparda gave them. It is more than unexpected—it is unusual from what little he can remember of the Legendary Dark Knight though Sparda had always been unusual for a demon—never so openly affectionate—but Vergil currently isn't thinking about that. Instead, he is focusing on the choking, clawing fear that has beset him, trying to tamp it down and get it under control.
It does help a little when Sparda finally lets go of them, their father drawing back to look them over again. His human guise slips back into place, the transition somewhat jarring to watch, and his expression is wrought through with worry and sorrow and just a touch of remorse. "Forgive me, I had to be certain of your identities but I… Well, I don't quite know what to say."
"I think there's a lot of that going around right now," Dante says with quite a meaningful look towards Vergil. There's a flicker of something in his eyes, too quick for Vergil to make out at the moment and then Dante shifts his focus back to Sparda. "Magic really isn't something I ever bothered with but I do know enough to know that something like this requires a lot to pull off and that it could very well be impossible to undo so we are stuck here and, well, I don't know what happens to the us that was originally here."
"Gone," Sparda admits, his voice just barely above a whisper. "If it's the spell that I'm thinking of then they are gone forever." The grief in Sparda's expression grows and he looks away from Dante, instead shifting his gaze to the floor. "And it cannot be undone."
Vergil looks down at his hands with a slight frown and slowly curls his fingers until his nails start to bite into his callus free palms. It is a horrible thing to live with, knowing that the Dante and Vergil that belonged here are no more and if Mundus is truly responsible for this… "We need to kill Mundus."
"And just how do you propose to do that, Vergil?" Dante asks with a note of bitterness to his voice that has Vergil looking at him. Dante seems to be on the cusp of saying something else but then he pauses and the look he gives Vergil is that same one of hurt from earlier.
"We will need to raise Temen-ni-gru and reclaim the Devil Sword Sparda if we are to have any hope of doing so," Vergil answers softly, not quite able to meet Dante's eyes. Vergil doesn't want it to seem like this will be a mere repeat of everything they've already been through—he's almost certain that this will be how Dante views it—so he's scared of what Dante's reaction might be to this necessary step in killing Mundus with no thought to how their father might take it.
"The Devil Sword Sparda does contain a considerable amount of my power but removing it would severely weaken the seals maintaining the barrier that is keeping the realms separated," Sparda states, his voice low and grave.
"Hate to break it to ya, dad, but Vergil is right. I fought Mundus to a draw by myself using the Devil Sword Sparda and I was twenty-eight at the time." Dante's words have Vergil looking up at him in shock, partly because he can't believe that Dante is actually agreeing with him but mostly because the fact that Dante had fought Mundus at any point in time is news to him.
There is a gap in Vergil's memories during which Vergil knows that he had been enslaved to Mundus but nothing more than that. Vergil can't remember why he had chosen to cut those memories out with the Yamato, can't for the life of him remember why he did it, but now he is starting to think that he might have been too hasty in doing so. Vergil gets the feeling that something had happened while he was under Mundus' control, something important, and he can't help but think that it has something to do with Dante. Just how much more hurt has Dante suffered because of him?
"Then I shall go and reclaim the Devil Sword Sparda," Sparda says after a moment of quiet contemplation.
"You can't!" Dante exclaims, which earns him a puzzled look from their father. "Not right away," he quickly adds with a look towards Vergil. "We-"
"I raised Temen-ni-gru when we were nineteen," Vergil interrupts softly, his gaze once again going back to the floor. "There was a human aiding me who, at the time, I had thought could be of use to me to remove the seals that you had placed on Temen-ni-gru."
"Did you know that bastard had murdered his own wife and a bunch of innocents so that he could become a demon?" Dante asks angrily before Vergil can say anything else.
"I had my suspicions but I ignored them because there were more important things at stake," Vergil confesses bitterly. "Had I known of his intentions to try and claim the Devil Sword Sparda for himself I would have killed him from the outset." That Arkham had been able to fool him is still a sore point for Vergil, if only because he should have known better. Vergil should have known about the importance of the girl, something that Arkham had kept hidden from him, yet Vergil had been too fixated on what he had thought was necessary, to the point that he had been blind to anything else.
A soft, almost indiscernible noise from their father has Vergil glancing up to find Sparda frowning deep enough that his forehead is creased and his brows are knitted together. Sparda's disapproval is nearly palpable and he doesn't have to say anything for Vergil to know his thoughts on the matter of how he would have dealt with Arkham if he had known of the man's intentions. Vergil knows that their father prefers to find a resolution that doesn't involve killing but sometimes there is no other option. Like their current situation with Mundus.
"How'd you end up working with him anyway?" Dante's tone is far more subdued with his next question and he even sounds a little curious as he focuses on Vergil.
"Arkham had known about my demonic heritage and that I was seeking more power so he approached me about resurrecting Temen-ni-gru. He knew of its history and how to break the seals containing it and that I would get father's power by doing so," Vergil answers with his gaze slightly averted from Dante's.
"So you wouldn't know where to find him to keep him from killing Lady's mom and from going after dad's sword?" Dante presses on, his newest question giving Vergil pause at the sheer brilliance of it. Removing Arkham from the equation before he becomes a problem would be more than ideal except there is only one problem.
"I do not," Vergil responds with a faint frown and a gentle shake of his head.
Dante turns to their father who has been silent so far for this part of the conversation and gives him a look that can only be construed as hopeful. "Maybe you could find Lady and her mom to warn them about him?"
"I could if I had more information about them to go on," Sparda answers tentatively, his expression softening with the turn in the conversation.
"They are descendants of the mortal priestess whose blood was used to seal Temen-ni-gru," Vergil explains and it seems to strike a chord in their father because Sparda gives a sharp inhale with the reveal of Lady and her mother's relation to everything. "Arkham had kept that to himself along with the fact that their blood was needed to break the final seal."
"That changes things," their father states with a dangerous edge to his voice and a glance at Sparda reveals an expression like the one he had worn when he had thought them to be someone else. His human guise remains intact but it is obvious that he is angry. Rightfully so it would seem.
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