After (log)
Where: Hell (and later Devil May Cry. Surprised?)
When: Thursday, 27th July, 2006, morning
Who: Dante (stylishflair), Sparda (sparda_yamato) and Vergil (yamato_devil)
Summary: Sparda shows his face at the shop after a few months' abscence. The boys are not amused.
Notes: Incidentally, Soren does not appear in this log due to being locked in his room utilising the earplugs he bought. And my spellcheck insists that bullshit is actually 'bulltits'. Two good reasons to read this log. :D
It had only been months, but it felt like eons had passed, but that is to be expected when you spend that time in hell. Sparda sat on the right hand of a man who he had spent his life trying to kill, a man who was quite literally the bane of his existence but, for the time being, was his master.
Another day passed and soon Sparda stormed into Mundus' throne room with a slight gleam in his eyes. "It is over, I have served my time and I will take my leave," and without any delay, he bolted to the air, bursting through the outer layer of hell into the mortal realm with only the sound of Mundus' distant laughter in his ear.
"What has become of me?" he muttered as he shot towards the mortal realm faster and faster.
Sparda rushed through the underworld, ignoring the many attacks that were made against him. Finally, he came to one of the gates of hell to find that Mundus had them closed. With a sneer and words Sparda would never want his sons to hear in demonic tongues, Sparda gripped his blade and began crushing the walls of hell, desperate for his promised release. With every strike hell shook, causing Mundus to laugh even harder until finally a hole appeared, allowing Sparda the escape from hell which he longed for.
*
…so bored. I've lost count of the hours I've spent training … there have been no demon sightings for days and Dante … the less about him, the better. Pulling off his trench coat and tossing it onto the couch, Vergil ran a hand through his hair to spike it before he settled on the couch, placing Yamato in his lap and sliding it out of the sheathe, beginning to sharpen the katana.
Something doesn't feel right…
At that moment, Dante stirred with a confused groan. He'd fallen asleep at the desk several hours before, the temporary lull in demonic activity giving him time to catch up on some much-needed sleep. Glancing around, the confusion was replaced by a wary frown as he mused, "...there's something coming."
"Hn, it's only your imagination," Vergil retorted flatly, shooting his brother a stern look before resuming sharpening Yamato. "You could do the laundry you know, since you have nothing to do. It's your turn."
Technically, it was probably Soren's turn (it wasn't like Vergil actually kept track of whose turn it was), but trying to lure Soren out of his room was like trying to get Dante to abandon his guns. It simply wasn't going to happen.
It was at that moment, that he felt a soft tremor. Standing up and gripping the hilt of his katana tightly, he strode over to one of the large windows. Perhaps a demon crept up on this place… When he found nothing, he diverted his attention back to Dante, wondering if he had felt it as well. It must be my imagination … but I can't shake this strange feeling. It's so… familiar.
Flying through the hole, Sparda found himself in a small, very familiar room. The DMC bathroom. Quickly taking one of the large rocks that he crushed, he sealed off the hole he made. Reverting back to his human form, he looked in the mirror to see that his face had grown dark and cold, with two brimstone streaks running down his face and hellfire red eyes and sharp fangs.
"I'm back."
Hearing the familiar voice, the half-demon turned and glared darkly at the figure in the doorway with pure hatred in his silver-blue eyes, his hand tightening on the hilt even more. "You have some nerve," he commented emotionlessly, pushing down his anger for the moment so he could address the demon he had once called 'father'.
Taking a few steps forward and retrieving the sheathe, he studied Sparda's appearance. He's been to hell and back. A servant of Mundus, nothing more.
"I thought I told you to never show your face around here again," sheathing his katana, he moved to stand in front of his brother, the outline of his demon form flickering around his body for a brief second, reacting to his anger. "Leave." Before I kill you.
"Knew the quiet time had to be too good t' be true," Dante grumbled, standing also and quickly drawing Rebellion, shaking his head. He didn't feel quite the same anger, still left in confusion and surprise, although he was hardly pleased to see Sparda. "You should've just stayed gone," he said flatly. "Your stuff's gone. There's nothing here for you, so you might as well leave. Got it?"
Brushing himself off and glancing at his appearance one last time, Sparda walked up to his two sons with a confident smile, stating, "Oh my, you both are being awfully rash, there is no need to draw your weapons." Running a finger on the dull side of Yamato, Sparda smiled. "And by all accounts, I have lived up to my promise. You told me not to show my face, and so I've taken up a new appearance." Giving way to a chuckle, Sparda continued, "There is no need for violence. This is clearly just a misunderstanding, I mean no offence."
Reacting swiftly as Sparda ran a finger along the dull side of his katana, Vergil pulled back, batting Sparda's hand off with Yamato before holding the katana against his throat, narrowing his eyes. "So, you meant no offence when you betrayed this family and abandoned us in favour of Mundus, twice?" He demanded, not looking all that pleased. In fact, he looked livid. "Leave. I wont tell you a third time." He sneered.
Dante rolled his eyes, scowling, although he didn’t move forwards to strike just yet. “Cut the crap, old man. You’re a traitor and an enemy. Either get ready for a fight or get the hell out of my house.”
"As you wish." Shaking his head and passing through both of them, Sparda sniggered once more, "What hurts more? The fact that I left or that you know I had good reason? It’s obvious I wouldn't betray you or my ideals without just cause. It’s a shame that you are both still too young to understand." Walking to the door he took one final glance back and in a teasing voice he called out, "Vergil I'm surprised you let Yamato get so dull."
Twitch. Too young?! I am not too young. I know full well what you did father. If you cannot accept it yourself then you are a bigger fool than I had thought. Another twitch. And Yamato is not dull!
Teleporting in front of Sparda, Vergil held Yamato to his throat again for a second before pulling back and driving the blade through Sparda's stomach, twisting it roughly as he sneered, "Does it seem so dull now it runs through your body?"
Summoning his Phantom Blades, he directed them to surround Sparda, where they revolved around his head, all aimed at him. "You dismiss me as young and underestimate me because of it. Such a foolish mistake. I have power."
Dante merely looked on for a moment, watching the sudden escalation into violence impassively. “You’ve got it wrong,” he shook his head after a moment. “Can’t really speak for him, but I understand what you did. I understand you had your reasons. I just don’t care what they are,” he said coldly, his underlying anger at the manner becoming clear.
“If you think you were being some big damn hero, you’re wrong,” he continued, leaning Rebellion against the desk and crossing his arms, fixing Sparda with a dark glare. “You’re just a traitor coward, you’re not worth our time.”
Looking at the sword in his stomach and taking into account Dante's words, Sparda nodded. "I see." Taking his hand and placing it on his eldest son's shoulder, he smiled once more. "The hilt has not touched my abdomen. Usually, it does, which further proves that your blade is dull."
Pushing Vergil aside and waving his hand, managing to dismiss Vergil’s Phantom Blades, he pulled Yamato from his stomach and ran his finger along the blade, using his aura to sharpen the blade before throwing it into Vergil’s heart.
"Dante, I was not trying to be a hero, I did what I did for myself. I had something I had to take care of. Surely you can understand that, or are you still dead set on playing the uncaring rebel?”
Hissing in pain as the sharpened blade slammed into his chest, he staggered backwards with a grunt, managing to remain on his feet despite the force that Sparda had used. Wincing as he doubled over, he abruptly pulled Yamato out of his chest, wiping the blood off quickly and covering the wound with his palm before he focused his gaze back on Sparda, miffed that he was being ignored.
"You have me to answer to. Not Dante. Stop fooling around and fight me. I'll kill you where you stand. I wont permit a single servant of Mundus to survive, even if that means killing my own family," Teleporting and appearing right in front of Sparda, he swiftly changed weapons, the Beowulf gauntlets and grieves appearing as he drove a hard punch into Sparda's chest, followed by a powerful kick. Switching back to Yamato, he quickly eased it from the sheathe and drove it through Sparda's stomach once again, sneering darkly, "Mother would be disgusted."
“She would,” Dante agreed, deciding to let the answering to comment go. (Although really, it was his house, why shouldn’t Sparda answer to him? Stupid older brother logic.) “So you weren’t even trying to do the right thing, you were just being a selfish asshole. And you think that’s actually better?” Snorting, he shook his head. “Quit beating up my brother and piss off.”
"Sadly, I must say that you both are horribly wrong. Your mother knew what I am and she understood that my heritage involves certain sacrifices. Some of which involve me being a selfish asshole." Smiling and watching Yamato hanging from his chest, he continued, "Vergil, when will you learn?"
Appearing behind his eldest son, causing Yamato to pin them both together, Sparda held his legendary blade across Vergil’s throat, letting it slowly sink in. "Now, Dante, how am I to 'piss off' if he keeps stabbing me? It really is annoying." Moving closer to Vergil, Sparda whispered in his eldest son's ear, "Perhaps within another millennium you could beat me, but sadly you are not even close to being able to accomplish such a feat as you are. Do not raise your sword against me again, because if you do, you may just lose your head."
Tossing Yamato aside and sheathing Sparda, Sparda walked to the door, waving, calling out, "I love you both very much, and when you’re ready to forgive me, I'll be around."
"I will never forgive you," Vergil responded angrily as he teleported, retrieving Yamato from where it had fallen before he teleported again, blocking Sparda's path and pressing the tip of the blade to his throat, stopping him.
"Don't patronise me, father. I have fought many demons, I have trained day and night to become more powerful. Stop underestimating me and fight!" The gauntlets began to glow as he clenched his fist, still holding Yamato steady. "Fight me as the worthy opponent I am!"
Dante shook his head, seriously considering involving himself in the fight by this point. He highly doubted either of them would be happy to have him, but it was hard to resist jumping in, if only to express his own frustration with the situation. (Really, for supposedly being the dramatic emotional son, he felt he was doing quite a good job at keeping it inside, not that anyone ever noticed. :/)
“Our mother knew what you were, but she would’ve thought you’d have done better than this,” Dante frowned, gripping Rebellion’s hilt and stepping forwards, standing next to Vergil, although he didn’t raise the blade quite yet.
"I must confess, Vergil, you are still no challenge to me, not for lack of trying, might I add. You still need more time before you could ever hope to defeat me, now please stand aside. You are getting in the way of me ‘pissing off’ as Dante so casually put it." Noting Dante’s arrival into the fray, Sparda sighed. "First I'm told to leave, then I'm challenged to a fight, yet I'm the one being accused of being indecisive? Where is the justice in that?"
Walking past the both of them, Sparda added coolly, "Eva knew everything about me, what I was, what I am now and she knew I would have to return to Mundus' side, even if it was only for a second. I cannot expect you boys to understand, you are both still far to young and naive to be able to comprehend such things. Trust that when I say I love my family, I mean it, and, above all, I love Eva, and I would never do anything of which she would not approve."
Closing his eyes for a moment in an attempt to regain his composure, Vergil teleported in front of him once again to block his path, not prepared to let Sparda walk away again. Not just yet.
"I am no challenge," he repeated in disbelief, somehow managing to restrain his anger although his grip tightened around Yamato. "If that was the case, why did you 'humour' me. I have come close to defeating you on a number of occasions. ‘You are no match for my speed’, was that not once something you said to me? All that is lies?" He questioned before shaking his head in disgust "If that is true, then I have been fighting a creature that has no honour."
Taking another deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down, his stony exterior not wavering as he added "I have spent my life, idolising a dishonourable liar." Without warning, he lunged forward again, striking Sparda with the sheathed katana before swiftly easing it from the sheathe, slashing outwards powerfully.
Dante watched, idly wondering if his father actually believed half the bullshit coming out of his mouth. Probably. I guess I was right when I said he was deluded, I just didn’t know it was in this way. However, when Vergil attacked, he decided then was the time to take action.
While Dante was -extremely, overly- confident and optimistic about his chances in most fights, he did have the sense to recognise that, realistically, their father -fresh from the underworld, no less- would be more than a match for them. He also recognised that repeatedly attacking someone infinitely stronger than you was not a good idea unless you did happen to have a deathwish.
And, most importantly of all, he recognised that the vast majority of his preconceptions about his father had been completely shattered, and that it was best to assume the man evil and capable of anything. Including killing them both. And it was for that reason precisely that, when Vergil unsheathed the katana, Dante moved in and forcibly blocked the blow with Rebellion, deflecting the strike, snapping, “Brother, peace the fuck out, will you?!”
"Thank you, Dante," Sparda watched as his two sons’ devil arms were locked together. "Vergil, there was a point where you could have almost been called my equal, but I have changed once more, and you have grown weaker. You must either learn to deal with your emotions or forget them in combat, yet you strike with anger. The fact is, you believe I have turned my back on you and you are mistaken but you’re too damn stubborn to listen to reason, and so there is nothing I can do or say to change your mind. I will leave, just as was asked of me, until you both will listen to reason.”
Gritting his teeth in anger, Vergil applied as much force as possible in the hopes of getting Dante to move Rebellion. When that didn't work he drew back and sheathed Yamato, his temper mellowing again as the albeit brief interference gave him the opportunity to focus properly "Hn, do as you wish. It's none of my concern."
Feeling quite satisfied (as he saw it to be a very good chance that he’d just kept his father from killing his brother), Dante frowned, nodding in agreement and lowering Rebellion, glancing at Sparda. “Say and do what you want, I don’t really care. Just stay away from this place. You’re the naive one if you actually expected us to just be okay with you pulling this shit.”
Sparda bowed to his boys and gently responded, "I'll be around when you both are ready to talk." And with that he entered his devil trigger and took to the air, feeling relieved, satisfied and alone.
Talk, right, Vergil thought sceptically before turning away, not even acknowledging Dante's presence as he strode upstairs, slamming his bedroom door with such a force that the building shook.
Dante glanced from one exit point to the other, eventually shaking his head. So they’d both stormed off like sulky little brats after trashing everything and all but trying to kill each other? “And they say I’m immature?” he muttered to himself, shaking his head disbelievingly.
An afternoon on the phone getting quotes on how much it would cost to fix the bathroom. Dante frowned grumpily. Thanks, dad.
When: Thursday, 27th July, 2006, morning
Who: Dante (stylishflair), Sparda (sparda_yamato) and Vergil (yamato_devil)
Summary: Sparda shows his face at the shop after a few months' abscence. The boys are not amused.
Notes: Incidentally, Soren does not appear in this log due to being locked in his room utilising the earplugs he bought. And my spellcheck insists that bullshit is actually 'bulltits'. Two good reasons to read this log. :D
It had only been months, but it felt like eons had passed, but that is to be expected when you spend that time in hell. Sparda sat on the right hand of a man who he had spent his life trying to kill, a man who was quite literally the bane of his existence but, for the time being, was his master.
Another day passed and soon Sparda stormed into Mundus' throne room with a slight gleam in his eyes. "It is over, I have served my time and I will take my leave," and without any delay, he bolted to the air, bursting through the outer layer of hell into the mortal realm with only the sound of Mundus' distant laughter in his ear.
"What has become of me?" he muttered as he shot towards the mortal realm faster and faster.
Sparda rushed through the underworld, ignoring the many attacks that were made against him. Finally, he came to one of the gates of hell to find that Mundus had them closed. With a sneer and words Sparda would never want his sons to hear in demonic tongues, Sparda gripped his blade and began crushing the walls of hell, desperate for his promised release. With every strike hell shook, causing Mundus to laugh even harder until finally a hole appeared, allowing Sparda the escape from hell which he longed for.
*
…so bored. I've lost count of the hours I've spent training … there have been no demon sightings for days and Dante … the less about him, the better. Pulling off his trench coat and tossing it onto the couch, Vergil ran a hand through his hair to spike it before he settled on the couch, placing Yamato in his lap and sliding it out of the sheathe, beginning to sharpen the katana.
Something doesn't feel right…
At that moment, Dante stirred with a confused groan. He'd fallen asleep at the desk several hours before, the temporary lull in demonic activity giving him time to catch up on some much-needed sleep. Glancing around, the confusion was replaced by a wary frown as he mused, "...there's something coming."
"Hn, it's only your imagination," Vergil retorted flatly, shooting his brother a stern look before resuming sharpening Yamato. "You could do the laundry you know, since you have nothing to do. It's your turn."
Technically, it was probably Soren's turn (it wasn't like Vergil actually kept track of whose turn it was), but trying to lure Soren out of his room was like trying to get Dante to abandon his guns. It simply wasn't going to happen.
It was at that moment, that he felt a soft tremor. Standing up and gripping the hilt of his katana tightly, he strode over to one of the large windows. Perhaps a demon crept up on this place… When he found nothing, he diverted his attention back to Dante, wondering if he had felt it as well. It must be my imagination … but I can't shake this strange feeling. It's so… familiar.
Flying through the hole, Sparda found himself in a small, very familiar room. The DMC bathroom. Quickly taking one of the large rocks that he crushed, he sealed off the hole he made. Reverting back to his human form, he looked in the mirror to see that his face had grown dark and cold, with two brimstone streaks running down his face and hellfire red eyes and sharp fangs.
"I'm back."
Hearing the familiar voice, the half-demon turned and glared darkly at the figure in the doorway with pure hatred in his silver-blue eyes, his hand tightening on the hilt even more. "You have some nerve," he commented emotionlessly, pushing down his anger for the moment so he could address the demon he had once called 'father'.
Taking a few steps forward and retrieving the sheathe, he studied Sparda's appearance. He's been to hell and back. A servant of Mundus, nothing more.
"I thought I told you to never show your face around here again," sheathing his katana, he moved to stand in front of his brother, the outline of his demon form flickering around his body for a brief second, reacting to his anger. "Leave." Before I kill you.
"Knew the quiet time had to be too good t' be true," Dante grumbled, standing also and quickly drawing Rebellion, shaking his head. He didn't feel quite the same anger, still left in confusion and surprise, although he was hardly pleased to see Sparda. "You should've just stayed gone," he said flatly. "Your stuff's gone. There's nothing here for you, so you might as well leave. Got it?"
Brushing himself off and glancing at his appearance one last time, Sparda walked up to his two sons with a confident smile, stating, "Oh my, you both are being awfully rash, there is no need to draw your weapons." Running a finger on the dull side of Yamato, Sparda smiled. "And by all accounts, I have lived up to my promise. You told me not to show my face, and so I've taken up a new appearance." Giving way to a chuckle, Sparda continued, "There is no need for violence. This is clearly just a misunderstanding, I mean no offence."
Reacting swiftly as Sparda ran a finger along the dull side of his katana, Vergil pulled back, batting Sparda's hand off with Yamato before holding the katana against his throat, narrowing his eyes. "So, you meant no offence when you betrayed this family and abandoned us in favour of Mundus, twice?" He demanded, not looking all that pleased. In fact, he looked livid. "Leave. I wont tell you a third time." He sneered.
Dante rolled his eyes, scowling, although he didn’t move forwards to strike just yet. “Cut the crap, old man. You’re a traitor and an enemy. Either get ready for a fight or get the hell out of my house.”
"As you wish." Shaking his head and passing through both of them, Sparda sniggered once more, "What hurts more? The fact that I left or that you know I had good reason? It’s obvious I wouldn't betray you or my ideals without just cause. It’s a shame that you are both still too young to understand." Walking to the door he took one final glance back and in a teasing voice he called out, "Vergil I'm surprised you let Yamato get so dull."
Twitch. Too young?! I am not too young. I know full well what you did father. If you cannot accept it yourself then you are a bigger fool than I had thought. Another twitch. And Yamato is not dull!
Teleporting in front of Sparda, Vergil held Yamato to his throat again for a second before pulling back and driving the blade through Sparda's stomach, twisting it roughly as he sneered, "Does it seem so dull now it runs through your body?"
Summoning his Phantom Blades, he directed them to surround Sparda, where they revolved around his head, all aimed at him. "You dismiss me as young and underestimate me because of it. Such a foolish mistake. I have power."
Dante merely looked on for a moment, watching the sudden escalation into violence impassively. “You’ve got it wrong,” he shook his head after a moment. “Can’t really speak for him, but I understand what you did. I understand you had your reasons. I just don’t care what they are,” he said coldly, his underlying anger at the manner becoming clear.
“If you think you were being some big damn hero, you’re wrong,” he continued, leaning Rebellion against the desk and crossing his arms, fixing Sparda with a dark glare. “You’re just a traitor coward, you’re not worth our time.”
Looking at the sword in his stomach and taking into account Dante's words, Sparda nodded. "I see." Taking his hand and placing it on his eldest son's shoulder, he smiled once more. "The hilt has not touched my abdomen. Usually, it does, which further proves that your blade is dull."
Pushing Vergil aside and waving his hand, managing to dismiss Vergil’s Phantom Blades, he pulled Yamato from his stomach and ran his finger along the blade, using his aura to sharpen the blade before throwing it into Vergil’s heart.
"Dante, I was not trying to be a hero, I did what I did for myself. I had something I had to take care of. Surely you can understand that, or are you still dead set on playing the uncaring rebel?”
Hissing in pain as the sharpened blade slammed into his chest, he staggered backwards with a grunt, managing to remain on his feet despite the force that Sparda had used. Wincing as he doubled over, he abruptly pulled Yamato out of his chest, wiping the blood off quickly and covering the wound with his palm before he focused his gaze back on Sparda, miffed that he was being ignored.
"You have me to answer to. Not Dante. Stop fooling around and fight me. I'll kill you where you stand. I wont permit a single servant of Mundus to survive, even if that means killing my own family," Teleporting and appearing right in front of Sparda, he swiftly changed weapons, the Beowulf gauntlets and grieves appearing as he drove a hard punch into Sparda's chest, followed by a powerful kick. Switching back to Yamato, he quickly eased it from the sheathe and drove it through Sparda's stomach once again, sneering darkly, "Mother would be disgusted."
“She would,” Dante agreed, deciding to let the answering to comment go. (Although really, it was his house, why shouldn’t Sparda answer to him? Stupid older brother logic.) “So you weren’t even trying to do the right thing, you were just being a selfish asshole. And you think that’s actually better?” Snorting, he shook his head. “Quit beating up my brother and piss off.”
"Sadly, I must say that you both are horribly wrong. Your mother knew what I am and she understood that my heritage involves certain sacrifices. Some of which involve me being a selfish asshole." Smiling and watching Yamato hanging from his chest, he continued, "Vergil, when will you learn?"
Appearing behind his eldest son, causing Yamato to pin them both together, Sparda held his legendary blade across Vergil’s throat, letting it slowly sink in. "Now, Dante, how am I to 'piss off' if he keeps stabbing me? It really is annoying." Moving closer to Vergil, Sparda whispered in his eldest son's ear, "Perhaps within another millennium you could beat me, but sadly you are not even close to being able to accomplish such a feat as you are. Do not raise your sword against me again, because if you do, you may just lose your head."
Tossing Yamato aside and sheathing Sparda, Sparda walked to the door, waving, calling out, "I love you both very much, and when you’re ready to forgive me, I'll be around."
"I will never forgive you," Vergil responded angrily as he teleported, retrieving Yamato from where it had fallen before he teleported again, blocking Sparda's path and pressing the tip of the blade to his throat, stopping him.
"Don't patronise me, father. I have fought many demons, I have trained day and night to become more powerful. Stop underestimating me and fight!" The gauntlets began to glow as he clenched his fist, still holding Yamato steady. "Fight me as the worthy opponent I am!"
Dante shook his head, seriously considering involving himself in the fight by this point. He highly doubted either of them would be happy to have him, but it was hard to resist jumping in, if only to express his own frustration with the situation. (Really, for supposedly being the dramatic emotional son, he felt he was doing quite a good job at keeping it inside, not that anyone ever noticed. :/)
“Our mother knew what you were, but she would’ve thought you’d have done better than this,” Dante frowned, gripping Rebellion’s hilt and stepping forwards, standing next to Vergil, although he didn’t raise the blade quite yet.
"I must confess, Vergil, you are still no challenge to me, not for lack of trying, might I add. You still need more time before you could ever hope to defeat me, now please stand aside. You are getting in the way of me ‘pissing off’ as Dante so casually put it." Noting Dante’s arrival into the fray, Sparda sighed. "First I'm told to leave, then I'm challenged to a fight, yet I'm the one being accused of being indecisive? Where is the justice in that?"
Walking past the both of them, Sparda added coolly, "Eva knew everything about me, what I was, what I am now and she knew I would have to return to Mundus' side, even if it was only for a second. I cannot expect you boys to understand, you are both still far to young and naive to be able to comprehend such things. Trust that when I say I love my family, I mean it, and, above all, I love Eva, and I would never do anything of which she would not approve."
Closing his eyes for a moment in an attempt to regain his composure, Vergil teleported in front of him once again to block his path, not prepared to let Sparda walk away again. Not just yet.
"I am no challenge," he repeated in disbelief, somehow managing to restrain his anger although his grip tightened around Yamato. "If that was the case, why did you 'humour' me. I have come close to defeating you on a number of occasions. ‘You are no match for my speed’, was that not once something you said to me? All that is lies?" He questioned before shaking his head in disgust "If that is true, then I have been fighting a creature that has no honour."
Taking another deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down, his stony exterior not wavering as he added "I have spent my life, idolising a dishonourable liar." Without warning, he lunged forward again, striking Sparda with the sheathed katana before swiftly easing it from the sheathe, slashing outwards powerfully.
Dante watched, idly wondering if his father actually believed half the bullshit coming out of his mouth. Probably. I guess I was right when I said he was deluded, I just didn’t know it was in this way. However, when Vergil attacked, he decided then was the time to take action.
While Dante was -extremely, overly- confident and optimistic about his chances in most fights, he did have the sense to recognise that, realistically, their father -fresh from the underworld, no less- would be more than a match for them. He also recognised that repeatedly attacking someone infinitely stronger than you was not a good idea unless you did happen to have a deathwish.
And, most importantly of all, he recognised that the vast majority of his preconceptions about his father had been completely shattered, and that it was best to assume the man evil and capable of anything. Including killing them both. And it was for that reason precisely that, when Vergil unsheathed the katana, Dante moved in and forcibly blocked the blow with Rebellion, deflecting the strike, snapping, “Brother, peace the fuck out, will you?!”
"Thank you, Dante," Sparda watched as his two sons’ devil arms were locked together. "Vergil, there was a point where you could have almost been called my equal, but I have changed once more, and you have grown weaker. You must either learn to deal with your emotions or forget them in combat, yet you strike with anger. The fact is, you believe I have turned my back on you and you are mistaken but you’re too damn stubborn to listen to reason, and so there is nothing I can do or say to change your mind. I will leave, just as was asked of me, until you both will listen to reason.”
Gritting his teeth in anger, Vergil applied as much force as possible in the hopes of getting Dante to move Rebellion. When that didn't work he drew back and sheathed Yamato, his temper mellowing again as the albeit brief interference gave him the opportunity to focus properly "Hn, do as you wish. It's none of my concern."
Feeling quite satisfied (as he saw it to be a very good chance that he’d just kept his father from killing his brother), Dante frowned, nodding in agreement and lowering Rebellion, glancing at Sparda. “Say and do what you want, I don’t really care. Just stay away from this place. You’re the naive one if you actually expected us to just be okay with you pulling this shit.”
Sparda bowed to his boys and gently responded, "I'll be around when you both are ready to talk." And with that he entered his devil trigger and took to the air, feeling relieved, satisfied and alone.
Talk, right, Vergil thought sceptically before turning away, not even acknowledging Dante's presence as he strode upstairs, slamming his bedroom door with such a force that the building shook.
Dante glanced from one exit point to the other, eventually shaking his head. So they’d both stormed off like sulky little brats after trashing everything and all but trying to kill each other? “And they say I’m immature?” he muttered to himself, shaking his head disbelievingly.
An afternoon on the phone getting quotes on how much it would cost to fix the bathroom. Dante frowned grumpily. Thanks, dad.