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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
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- 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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"There's still more, like how I ended up fighting Mundus alone and a few things that are important," Dante says weightily as Sparda moves to stand up, making him pause and look to Dante again. Well, here goes nothing, Dante thinks to himself even though he isn't quite prepared to recount his time on Mallet. "So, before we get to all of that you should know that I didn't exactly see eye to eye with Vergil at Temen-ni-gru."
"There's no need to mince words, little brother," Vergil says lowly, his gaze still averted from Dante, like he can't stand to look at him. "You were angry at me."
"Yes, I was angry and I was hurting because you had disappeared on me for nearly an entire year without saying a goddamn thing to me so I said and did things to lash out at you because of it when I saw you again! And then you had the fucking nerve to stay in the Underworld and I didn't know if you were dead or alive and I wished for the longest time that I had followed you! Maybe then Mundus wouldn't have gotten control over you and I wouldn't have killed you on Mallet!" Dante starts to shake about halfway through, his eyes stinging and vision blurring with the tears that are threatening to fall. Dante is beyond the point of caring about whether he's crying or not, all that is important is that Vergil is looking at him again.
Vergil stares at Dante, in fact, his mouth slightly agape as a multitude of emotions flit across his face. Most prominent is surprise, like Vergil hadn't known about what had happened on Mallet but then Dante recalls the pseudo-demonic entities—Vergil's nightmares Griffon's likeness had said—that had followed V around. Of course Vergil wouldn't remember the events of Mallet, and likely the time he had been under Mundus' control, because Vergil had cut those memories—nightmares—out when he had split himself in two with Yamato and hadn't reabsorbed them in the end.
"What?!" Sparda booms out with a slight echo to his voice while his human guise drops once more. There is an air of alarm to the Legendary Dark Knight as he first looks from Vergil to Dante and then back to Vergil again. "Please tell me it isn't so, that Mundus didn't…" Sparda can't seem to finish voicing the question, to even put it into words, his demonic visage becoming stricken.
"I don't know how long he had control over Vergil or that I was fighting Vergil on Mallet until I had struck the killing blow," Dante answers apprehensively, worry worming its way through him at their father's reaction.
"Nine years. If we-you were twenty-eight at the time then I was Mundus' slave for nine years." Vergil's voice is flat as he speaks, his gaze once again dropping to the floor while he stands almost ramrod straight, hands at his side.
Sparda bows his head, his entire form trembling with what Dante can only interpret as rage while his energy manifests as jagged bolts of violet electricity around him. Dante had thought that Sparda had been angry before but this in on an entirely different scale.
"If it is any consolation I do not remember my time under Mundus," Vergil adds, almost as if it were an afterthought. "And being that I had cut those memories out with the Yamato I do not know if I might ever remember those years."
"It would be for the best if you don't regain those memories." Sparda's voice comes out softly despite his apparent anger and his energy slowly begins to dissipate. "And I will deal with Mundus as I should have from the very start."
"But we-"
"No! Absolutely not! I forbid both of you from concerning yourselves with Mundus!" Sparda thunders as he lifts his head and fixes his gaze on Dante.
"You cannot deny us the right to face him, father," Vergil states frostily, drawing their father's gaze towards himself. "In fact Dante and I have a stronger claim to that right seeing as you spared Mundus and did nothing to rectify your mistake."
Now it is Dante's turn to stare at Vergil—partially in disbelief, mostly in shock because Vergil had talked back to their father, was actually challenging Sparda. Surely there has to be a repercussion of some sort for that and Dante really didn't want to be dragged into the middle of it even if he does want to have another shot at taking Mundus out. Dante is just about to open his mouth to say something to that effect when Sparda throws his head back and laughs. Their father is laughing and Dante doesn't quite know what to make of the situation anymore.
"Well played, Vergil," Sparda praises once his laughter subsides. "But both of you are years away from being able to properly face Mundus," their father adds in a far more serious tone. "And while I still have breath in my body I will not allow you to concern yourselves with Mundus. You may challenge me for that right if you wish but know that you have no hope of ever defeating me, not even if you and your brother were to work together."
"So you are going to ignore the Demonic Code?" Vergil asks with an icy edge still to his voice.
"Yes," Sparda states in a firm tone. "And this issue shall not be discussed any further."
"Fine. As you wish, father," Vergil seems to acquiesce though he looks like he wants to keep arguing his point.
Dante frowns to himself, not even sure as to what had just transpired between Vergil and their father. Demonic Code? Dante has never heard of such a thing but then Dante had never cared to learn about demons or anything to do with them beyond how to kill them. That doesn't make this Demonic Code any less real and it seems like it's important so maybe, just maybe, he should actually try to learn about it. Preferably on his own so he didn't have to hear the snarky, underhanded comments that Vergil would likely make, and so their father wouldn't be disappointed in him for not knowing it in the first place.
"I know that there is probably more that you wish to tell me but you have already given me much to think about so we shall stop here for today." Sparda's human guise slips back into place, the Legendary Dark Knight wearing a rather somber expression, and he slowly rises to his feet. "I shall take a measure of your skills tomorrow to see where you stand and then I shall construct a training regimen for both of you. It will be difficult and you will receive no leniency but worry about that tomorrow. Today is your seventh birthday after all and your mother has been working hard on the preparations. Both of you shall attend and you shall not speak a word about any of this to your mother. Do I make myself clear?"
Dante distinctly doesn't want to go, not even to see Eva after all of this time, but he knows that there isn't any way for him to get out of going to his own birthday. "Yes, sir," he half-mutters and Vergil echoes Dante barely even a second later, his voice much clearer.
"You have an hour. Use that time to get ready and do not be late." Sparda doesn't wait for a response, assured that Dante and Vergil will do as they are told, and leaves them there in Dante's bedroom.
Another disconcerting silence settles over them and this time it somehow seems worse to Dante. Worse because his scars weren't really scars to begin with. Dante had never let himself truly heal, if at all, and this was simply renewing those old wounds. Dante's thoughts also seem to be growing inordinately loud and he wants nothing more than for them to just disappear—for his thoughts to be silent like how Vergil currently is before they swallow him up.
"You have always been my everything, Dante, and I regret all that you had to go through because I hadn't been strong enough to keep you safe."
Why does Dante think of those words now? Why do they crowd out the rest of Dante's thoughts? Dante doesn't want to think about them, doesn't want the accompanying ache that they bring—another wound made fresh—knowing that if he had tried a little harder, had been a little stronger, had taken that fall with Vergil then… Vergil wouldn't have fallen to Mundus. Vergil wouldn't have been Mundus' slave for nine years. Dante wouldn't have killed Vergil. His own everything. His other half.
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