[rl] mental regression aftermath

[moarpower]

The twins were affected by the Mental Regression virus. Reliving their childhood before the death of their mother. When Vergil would watch over him and take good care of him. Dante relying on him for most things and loving the attention. It was a pleasant childhood. Until their mother was killed. They were ripped apart

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[fillmydarksoul]

Trish had heard sunshine waking up. She winced, her room; her nice, clean, organized room. She hopped off from her spot on Dante's desk and headed upstairs. Grabbing Luce and Ombra, bringing them to her side just in case Vergil had decided that he wanted to annoy the ever living daylights of her.

This virus had taken a lot out of her. It was as if her past was catching up to her, and she didn't like it one bit.

"Babe, do you want to stop doing that?" She ordered, watching Vergil trash her bedroom.

[moarpower]

A few more things trashed before he finally realised he was being barked at by that bitch. His fists start to glow with the blue of the swords he can summon and he shoots a piercing, ice cold glare straight at her and snarls slightly. He sees Eva in her more than he ever did before the virus and the strength of the glow fades a little bit and he isn't even aware, but any hatred can be seen through his eyes.

[ Thought I'd slap another tag in to show that they really don't like each other, lawlz. ]

[rocklikeacock]

Devil May Cry was usually empty. The few jobs they got between private clients, Morrison and Enzo were not enough to pay the debts that Dante carelessly acquired through pizza, girly magazines, and gambling. Today they had one added occupant

[fillmydarksoul]

Trish shot Dante a dark expression, one that spoke volumes of "you fucking owe me your soul, you bastard" as she watched Vergil move around like an ape in her bedroom. For once, it would be nice for the state of her life not be turned upside down.

These things usually made her feel less human, more like that carbon doll (Mundus' training was hard to leave sometimes) that had Eva's face. She shrugged her shoulders and threw her arms in the air as she watched her make up, her perfume all crash to the floor.

"Fix this before I do." Trish said with a warning, one that Vergil knew all too well, and Dante would eventually learn. One does not piss off Trish.