[THREAD - OPEN] It's the Blut Royale

[caeruleum_devil]

Who: Vergil caeruleum_devil, Dante sangre_devil
Where: Dante/Tony's shop
When: driven by this and after this
Summary: Quicksilver Madness fueled fight between two rival half-devil twins? God save us all.
Rating: R for language
Other: Haha, please break it up before they kill each other. No, seriously. They're going to kill each other.

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[caeruleum_devil]

This was the only thing to get a devil's blood really pumping. He had never realized how bad he needed this until now, until his hand ached from the force of the hit that would have cracked bone on a lesser being. The smirk only gets wider the closer he gets, going in for a sharp kick to Dante's stomach, pulling his arms up in the familiar fighting stance his father taught him. He wasn't going to go for this weak foreplay for long, though, he wanted a full out brawl. Things were going to break.

"What would she say, hearing you call her that just because of me? For shame."

The smirk actually cracks into a grin for a moment when the blood is addressed. "It was self defense." If you could call grabbing a petty mob runner off the street in the middle of a job, beating him to an inch of his life before gutting him from hip to throat with his own knife which, noticeably, he never even has a chance to draw 'self defense'. Why had he left the crime hunting to the mercenaries so long? He could do it himself and he enjoyed it. The streets were going to be his.

[sangre_devil]

Dante was already ready when that kick came for him, able to at least block that before he tries to move in and punch him in turn. He was lucky their father had been such an avid fighter in his life and taught his sons everything he knew. Because of that, they were the best matches for one another when it came to fights, and Dante was going to take full advantage of this chance. After all, he had wanted to beat his brother down for a loooong while now.

"She'd probably say that I was right, considering she did love me more than she ever did a demon like you."

Dantet huffs, "Self-defense? Is that what you're calling it?" He knew full well humans did little to no damage to them unless they were skilled. And unless he ran into some other demon on the way or some random supernatural being, either way, Vergil could easily overpower anyone who went up against him. "I can smell it's human blood, Vergil."

[caeruleum_devil]

That's a sentiment that Vergil can share. He was matched against his brother, his obnoxious, infuriating, irritating little brother. He wanted bruise and bloody up that pretty face, that mirror image of himself. Beat that nerve-grating grin off of his face until he couldn't smile anymore. He couldn't honestly tell you were all this animosity towards his brother came from, but he deserved to be the sole surviving heir to the Sparda line. Dante was in the way.

The remark seems to hit a sort spot, his expression twisting into dark rage for half a second before smoothing right back out into the confident grin. "Maybe, but Daddy liked me better."

Dante's punch connects and he stumbles slightly, hand snapping out to try to grab the arm before it has a chance to pull back. "Self-defense is still just that, even if the person defending is the better fighter." He smirks a little darker. "You can tell." His tone is almost approving.

[sangre_devil]

Not that his older brother was much better. A snobbish, absolute douchebag of a brother that in his mind, deserved nothing of the Sparda estate, much less their bloodline. He was a greedy man that he just wanted beat into a pulp, mainly to show that in the long run, that he was no better than himself. No matter what money he had or high stature bullshit that he felt he was owed, he was nothing more than a normal guy like Dante - he broke just as well.

"Who cares if Daddy liked you more? Only proves you were that much more of a brownnose and had more of a reason to kill him, doesn't it?" Oh, he was on to something here, a knot in his heart tightening as he starts to ponder the entire situation.

Dante glances when he grabs his hand, keeping his guard stance up to try and keep Vergil from anything too damaging right now. "Yeah well, it's not the most fair fight up against either of it." He turns his head slightly, wondering what Vergil was up to. "It's not that hard with the job I work in now, Verge. Did you kill them?"

[deadpan_snarker]

Unlike his partner, Darien had no illusions about what they were going to do. He was in stage five quicksilver madness and still able to infect people, which is why he was not touching Hobbes, since he was currently invisible.

His hand on the syringe in his pocket, he looked at their two targets and swore mentally. Even from their position, Darien could tell this was going to be a hell of a fight. A portion of his mind was actually looking forward to taking them down and he involuntarily smirked at the idea.

[caeruleum_devil]

With one of Dante's arms in his grip his other hand lashes out to try to wrap around Dante's throat. Apparently the remark about Sparda really got under his skin. The smirk is gone entirely, just that cold, murderous look remaining. Even Dante was an insect underneath him. It was a shame that he had worn out his use so quickly, he had hoped that he could use him more to his advantage but now his brother would serve him better dead.

"Are you implying I murdered my father? The man who raised me, who taught me to be everything I am now? Oh, I would not lay a hand on him but I assure you if I ever find who did..." The grip tightens, a silent finish to the statement. Sparda was his hero, his idle, everything he desired to be. The mere implication that he was cause to his disappearance was enough to make him grind his teeth and spark his anger even more.

He's far too distracted with his brother right now to notice anyone else in the shop. "Then a person should know to pick fights with people they can handle." The smirk makes a brief return, delighting in the memory of killing the person, the warm spill of blood across his hands. The smirk disappears just as quickly as it came. "What do you take me for? I monster?" Oh yes, yes he was.

[sangre_devil]

Dante leans his head back as the hand wraps around his throat, trying to reach out and do the same to keep them in this weird stalemate they had going already. He was grateful that he could manage to rile people up with his words, it somehow made them fight a bit better, a bit more wildly, giving him a slight advantage to have his head. Though really, with this desire to fight, he can't really say he has that much advantage in the long run.

"I'm implying that you seem to know a bit more than you let on, Verge. Maybe you didn't murder dad, but what about mom? You apparently didn't like her, you could've given orders. And what about me, huh? Who's to say you don't want me out of the picture either? And for what? To be alone at the top of it all? Or to be like dad?" Dante laughs at the very thought, "You'll never be like dad."

Dante has yet to notice anyone outside of Vergil, which might give Bobby and Darien a bit of an advantage on subduing them. "You are a monster, Vergil. You'll die like one too if I have any say in it."

[deadpan_snarker]

Darien was glad that he was both a thief and invisible since he could sneak around without raising suspicion. It also helped that Hobbes was being a distraction, but the darker part of Darien's mind thought he could be a better one with a little help.

Before moving from behind Hobbes, Darien brushes a quicksilvered finger across the back of Hobbes' neck, leaving some behind to be absorbed through his skin. Done with making things more interesting, Darien tries his best to silently move towards the other two men, staying out of Hobbes' line of fire and drawing a syringe of counteragent from his jacket.

[with Dante!mun's permission, of course]

[caeruleum_devil]

"I would NEVER hurt our parents. Even if she didn't love me, she was my mother. You're treading on thin ice making those sort of accusations, Dante." That was apparently the wrong thing to say, the look in Vergil's eye is screaming for coldblooded murder and he only tightens his grip on Dante's throat more- they're going to be leaving some nasty bruises on each other.

There- a slight falter in Dante's guard and he releases his arm, quickly bringing up the flat of his now-free hand to shove upward on the elbow of the arm his brother is trying to strangle him with, smirking when he hears the bone snap. What a poor fighting move to leave such an obvious dangerous opening like that and Dante's not going to forget that again- assuming he even lives through this. Vergil's not planning on letting him.

He doesn't stop there, keeping his hold on Dante's throat as he hoists him off his feet and throws him across the shop into the pool table, barely grunting with the effort. He's breathing heavier though, hands shaking as he curls them back into fists. It's only then that he finally notices Hobbes, narrowing his eyes. "Stay out of this or you're next."

He's almost torn between going after Dante or this random stranger in Dante's shop with... is that a gun? He's survived worse and Hobbes hasn't managed to piss him off yet and he may have just got him the upper-hand. What's the harm in one person being witness to his brother's violent death? He can ignore him for now. He turns away from him, stalking towards Dante and the pool table.

[With Vergil-mun's permission]

[sangre_devil]

"Yeah well, I don't know you anymore. You're not the brother that I grew up with, so god only knows what you've been up to, how you've changed. You're not my brother." He gasps when the grip is tightened, though a sharp pain in his shoulder suddenly distracts him. Was that a...dart? What the everloving fu-...

SNAP. And there goes his arm and before he can react, he finds himself in his pool table. The poor thing hasn't really had the best of treatment either as it snaps in half, knocking him to the floor. He leans back in the shards of his baby, looking around him in shock.

"You...fucking BASTARD." He killed his pool table, what the hell was he thinking?! Dante tries to hoist himself up until he realizes that his arm is twisted in such a way that it really shouldn't be twisted in, huffing as Vergil stalks towards him. It's then that he sees that other guy in his shop, holding what was probably the gun that shot that damned dart into him.

Growling at the guy, he looks up as Vergil comes close, and before he can grab him, bringing his leg up to kick him in the kneecap. He's doing it with enough force to break his kneecap into pieces, grinning as he brings him downward. "Haven't been taking your calcium, have you?"

[deadpan_snarker]

What a distraction. Darien knew it was the right choice to infect him with quicksilver madness again, but his own sanity was slipping away to arrogance and boredom.

"Hey partner, which one should I pick?" He didn't go visible, but it didn't matter. He had given away the fact that he was there, although he didn't seem to care at the moment. "You know, pick which one should be stabbed first."

Darien thought it would be more amusing to not mention he was planning on stabbing them with a needle.

[caeruleum_devil]

Having his knee broken. He wasn't expecting that. He's floored, grinding his teeth in a pain that feeds right back into anger. A hand raises to grip Dante's ankle as he forces himself back up to his feet- foot. He can't support his weight on the other leg yet and his body is having a hard time healing over something that messed up.

He's livid, almost ready to pull his arm beck to beat Dante again but he pauses, turning to glance over his shoulder at Hobbes with an outright dangerous look in his eye. "Who are you to command respect? Who are you to interfere in family matters and talk down to me?" He was still stronger but his mobility is going to be extremely impaired for awhile. Still, if he gets close enough, he's going to show him the wrath of devil drawn up from hell.

Another voice. He turns, albeit a little awkwardly, to present Dante with his back while he scans the room for the second voice. "Did you-," he pauses. Perhaps if he was hearing disembodied voices threatening to injure people, it wasn't best to point it out.

[sangre_devil]

Dante smirks as Vergil tumbles, rather amused that he managed to get that shot in. Something definitely broke and he was not going to heal over easily from that. Besides, he broke his arm AND his baby, he was going to hurt for as long as it took to fix both things.

Though the little man behind them only starts to anger him as well, glaring around his brother as he tries to get up with his one arm. "You have ten seconds to get out of my shop otherwise, baldy. Otherwise, I am not going to be held accountable for the fact that you are going to die if you stay here." Besides, he was getting sick of people getting involved in his business, especially cops or dectectives. He would solve hsi own problems with his family, he didn't need these damned babysitters!

And there's another voice. But there's no body. Dante looks up to his brother who seems just as confused as he stands up, holding his arm close to himself. "Who the fuck...?"