Of Demons and Humans - LOG
Who: Sparda (Sparda_Yamato) and Vergil (Yamato_Devil)
Where: Devil May Cry
When: 11th August, 2:30am
Summary: There is no rest for the wicked as Sparda brings some unwelcomed guests, cue yet more fighting, more Vergil angst (for the last time, I swear XD) and a sparring match.
Notes: Sucky summary, but read it anyway, please? XD
Why did Dante think it would be a good idea to cover the sign in silly string? It's going to be nightfall before I clean this mess up. Vergil thought irritably as he shifted his weight, balancing on the neon sign as he peeled off more of the colourful mess that had coiled around the sign. He may have gotten his powers back but that did not mean his mood had improved. Now it was the lack of demons that was annoying him. For days there had been no phone calls, no demon sightings, hell not even any insane rumours about demons, for a warrior like himself it was enough to make him want to slit his own wrists from boredom.
He supposed that was the good thing Dante was being his usual, immature self. He had already finished reading his new book, drunk an entire bottle of wine in about three days, sharpened Yamato to the point of it drawing blood just with a tiny pinprick and polished Beowulf so even the black parts gleamed so at least he had something to do, even if cleaning up after Dante was annoying.
Mundus has been quiet lately, too quiet. I'm beginning to think he's up to something, but without any leads to go on, I have no idea where he would be likely to strike, if he's planning anything in the first place. It's so frustrating... and I'm bored
Sparda's legendary blade cut through another demon that shared every quality that he had. He stood over the mess of bodies with disgust and rage. "Dammit Mundus, will you never let me live in peace." It seemed that his question was heard and answered as another small army of Sparda clones made there way through the portal that erupted in the park to him. Sparda had been fighting for hours and he was beginning to feel the fatigue. I need time to catch my breath but I doubt these gentlemen would grant my request. Entering his devil mode Sparda took to the air and just as he expected his enemies follow suite. The chase went on for some time finally Sparda flew over DMC hoping one of his son's would join him in the fray.
Peeling more of the disgusting, multicoloured stringy mess off the neon sign, Vergil calmly climbed over the L before abruptly stopping, glancing up at the darkening sky. Perhaps his senses were simply playing up from the narcotics that had been in his system, but he was sure that a large hoard of demons were heading his way and strangely enough, they all seemed familiar to him. Frowning darkly he jumped down off the neon sign and landed elegantly in front of the shop, flicking Yamato up partially from the sheathe with his thumb as he adjusted his stance, his demonic energy crackling around his body.
Spotting Vergil Sparda swooped down calling out for his son and then to back to the air. I cannot have the fight there if I damage Devil May Cry any further I'm more than sure Dante would murder me in my sleep. Sparda turned behind him unleashing a demonic barrage of bullets from Lupa and Opal at his clones before he turned back and headed back to the park.
Darting forwards, Vergil eyed up the area quickly before closing his eyes, focusing his power as he teleported onto a nearby building in a flash of blue, summoning his Phantom Blades which span around his body rapidly like a shield. Spotting Sparda nearby, he teleported next to him "What's going on?" He demanded emotionlessly, his icy blue eyes darting in their sockets as he kept track of the Sparda look-a-likes.
"Mundus' idea of a perfect army." finally arriving at the park Sparda was now rested up enough to take up the fight again. "There complete clones of me, do you think you can handle yourself." The question didn't need to be asked Sparda knew but he still asked. "They have my power not my skill with the blade so they are flawed, you should be able to. They are just as resilient as I am so you must behead them nothing else will be effective." Without another word Sparda ran into the fray.
Vergil smirked cockily, dropping down from the building and landing on the grass softly before sneering "I can handle myself." Teleporting into the middle of the fray, he swiftly unsheathed Yamato completely, slashing outwards powerfully in an arc formation, decapitating several of the 'Spardas' with ease as the katana was incredibly sharp thanks to his boredom. The Phantom Blades that had been spinning around his body abruptly vanished, appearing around another of the duplicates, spinning around the creature for a moment before abruptly slamming inwards, white-hot swords tearing through its flesh and shattering. It felt good to have his powers back.
Sparda ended many of the clones easily almost to easily. Suddenly his eyes grew wide as he looked to the distance. The enemies they fought were only a distraction. Surrounding them were more clones each preparing Sparda's strongest ability the super meteor. "Vergil take to the air now!" Following his own advice Sparda entered his devil trigger and flew as high as he could but he was not able to escape due to a mob of devil mode clones holding him down. "Fly Vergil fly!" Now how do I get myself out of this situation
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Jerking his head up as he sensed a tremendous amount of energy building up, he barely managed to conceal the shocked expression on his face as he saw even more clones advancing on them, recognising the meteor technique instantly he managed to dodge one of the attacks though even he knew he would not be able to keep it up. Evading a second meteor attack by teleporting, he focused his energy and tightened his grip on Yamato, abruptly Triggering and pushing off the ground, spreading his wings and beating them powerfully to gain altitude. This isn't good. We're severely outnumbered and unlike myself, they don't have a limit on their demon forms… Twisting his body as more meteors were sent his way, Vergil summoned another wave of Phantom Blades, launching them down at the impostors.
Sparda found himself on the wrong end of more then a dozen meteors. Finally able to escape once the clones that held him down burned to death Sparda took to the air, relieved that his son had made it out of attack. "I need you to hold them off I'm going to even the odds a bit." Sparda was still smoking from the attack he just suffered through but he was not going to quit. Raising both hands he began to form a giant meteor in the form of a demonic spider. "I just need a minute Vergil. Hold them off."
Nodding and twisting in the air, taking advantage of his smaller form he shot straight towards the mass of demons, weaving in and out of the meteors that were launched in his direction, though he did not summon any more Phantom Blades, needing to conserve as much energy as possible so he could maintain his demon form. I hope he has a plan.
Sparda put forth as much energy as he could into this one spell though he was reluctant to do so. The damage this would cause the park would be great though it would wipe out all of his enemies. "Vergil fly back to devil may cry." And with that he released the blast sending the blazing spider toward the mob and engulfing them in hellfire. "We need to go now!"
Hovering in the air as he watched the flames consume the group of duplicate Spardas, Vergil glanced back at his father, already beginning to feel his energy ebbing away. "What was all that about?" He demanded, voice heavily distorted by his demon form, making him sound much more menacing.
"It would appear that my latest actions have upset the dark lord and he wishes to be done with me for good." Sparda body was badly thrashed and he was barely able to fly. "There could have been a lot more of those things had I not went into the underworld and destroyed a few of Mundus' belongings." Sparda slowly but surely began a decline to the street.
Noticing immediately that Sparda was having some difficulty flying, Vergil moved closer and supported some of his weight, spreading all four of his wings and beginning to glide gently towards the ground slowly. So that's what he was doing… trying to protect this world. "You're injured," he commented sharply, hoping his energy would hold out long enough to prevent him from abruptly reverting back to his human form and plummeting rather painfully to the ground.
"It would not be the first time." Sparda smiled as his son helped him level out. "He found a was to mass produce clones." Still attempting to talk he stopped and saved the rest of his energy for the flight to Devil May Cry.
To say he was not concerned would have been a lie, in fact he was very concerned. His father was a full demon, a powerful one at that, it was not normal for him to be in such a condition after one fight, but he had no idea just how long the fight had progressed before it had drawn close enough to Devil May Cry for him to sense it. Seeing Sparda like this made him worry, though he was not going to admit that "Will there be more?" He questioned emotionlessly, occasionally beating his wings to keep their descent slow and steady.
"A lot more." Was Sparda's hushed reply. "I only found out about these copies very recently and all I was able to do was take away his ability to make more, not destroy the ones that he has already made. It is even worse, he has made copies of your mother though they will not be showing themselves ever." Sparda's voice was filled with a rage and hatred that he rarely showed but it was potent and reserved for only one person Mundus.
I'm tired, but I need to focus. It wont bode well for either of us if I lose my demon form now. Vergil told himself before glancing at Sparda again as he heard what he said "You mean to tell me that Mundus has created duplicates of my mother?" He made no attempt to hide the anger from his voice, though he did keep it under control, getting angry would waste valuable energy that he needed to make sure Sparda got back safely.
Sparda enjoyed the flight back to DMC it was one of the closet time he had with his son. Once there he stumbled to the couch and reverted to his horribly scarred human form and feel unconscious.
Leaning against the wall as he reverted back to his human form, Vergil closed his eyes and took a moment to regain his composure before abruptly sweeping his hands through his hair, spiking it. It would not do to show his emotions, even in a situation like this. He looks terrible, like he's on death's door… devil's don't cry. He told himself sternly before striding over to the couch to check on Sparda, unable to hide the concern no matter how hard he tried as he took in his appearance, vision blurring as tears welled up in his eyes, which he abruptly wiped away. Damn it. Control yourself. These cancerous emotions have never gotten the better of me and they wont now!
Storming out of the room to fetch some medical supplies he returned with his usual stony expression back in place, any evidence of his 'weakness' having been washed away. Kneeling at Sparda's side, he placed a cloth in the bowl of warm water that had been mixed with some antiseptic, wringing out the excess water and gently cleaning one of the wounds on his face. It was a slow process, but that did not deter him in the slightest. He's my father and he tried to protect me, he wont be able to heal the wounds himself straight away, so the least I can do is help the process.
Slowly opening his eyes to see his son at work taking care of his wounds Sparda bowed his head in thanks. "I found that Mundus intended to make clones of Eva to split us up. I could not barge into the underworld and survive the clones would have destroyed me, I needed to get close Mundus." Sparda's flesh was charred and melted beyond all recognition by a spell he created. His demonic healing would heal it but it would take time. "Take the time to attend to your own wounds Vergil I shall be fine." he offered the words up but they came out weakly. It was unpleasant for Sparda to have his son see him like this to say the least but he would be forced to endure.
Clones of mother… so it's true. "It makes sense," Vergil answered dryly as he continued to tend to Sparda's wounds, his own already beginning to heal, albeit slowly due to the amount of energy he had used up just getting Sparda back to Devil May Cry. "What better way to throw off my guard with clones of my own mother," First he snatched my mother away, then he went after my brother and dishonoured him with the Mark, went after my father and manipulated him, leaving him in this condition and then he clones my own mother.... he’ll PAY Clenching his free hand tightly, he stopped what he was doing, raw demonic energy flickering around his body like an electrical charge. "He'll PAY."
"In due time, but for now he is crippled." Sparda's face had now completely healed from the burnt mess it had been just a few minutes ago. "I hope you can understand why I did what I did, I needed Mundus to believe that I would be loyal to him and him alone." And taking a deep breath he continued. "I could not you both to join me on that mission. I could not ask my son's to kill there mother a hundred times over. That is a burden that I only could bear." Sparda's eyes filled with a deep hurt as the memory of killing a horde of clones of his wife flashed before him. "And so I did what I had to do, I hope that you can fully understand now and see that I would never betray you or Dante." Sparda paused and reached for Vergil’s shoulder. "You must promise me that you will not speak of this to Dante, he loved Eva with all of his heart and if he were to discover what Mundus had done I fear he may do something reckless."
He could only imagine how painful it must have been, to destroy the woman that had been so cruelly snatched away from him in his childhood, she had been a good wife and a perfect mother, even if to him, she had favoured Dante. Closing his eyes and forcing back the tears with the stern reminder that a devil would never cry, he regained his composure and continued to tend to Sparda's wounds, gently peeling away sections of fabric that had become fused with his skin due to the searing heat.
He had a murderous look in his pale-blue eyes as he sneered "No clone Mundus ever created could match up to her. She was a human, not a demon and because of that, her soul was pure." It felt strange to be praising a human, but that was what Eva had been, human. No, not human. Not the same as those filthy weak creatures I must be surrounded by. Mother and Yuna … they are of a different breed… human, but not, such purity doesn't exist in the hearts of humans… it never has. He looked away, feeling conflicted.
"She was an angel." Sparda muttered. "I will tell Dante everything in due time he deserves to know I have just been dreading it." Gritting his teeth as his flesh repaired itself with the aid of his son Sparda saw the conflict in Vergil’s eyes. "She was neither human nor devil she was your mother and my wife that is all. Do not battle yourself over labels as useless as human and devil for she was better than both."
"She was still human, her blood still taints yours." Vergil retorted immediately although he regretted it as soon as the words had left his lips. He wondered when he had become so angry and consumed with self-loathing and his desire for power that he would speak so dishonourably about his own mother. Human blood or not, she had given her life to protect his own, did that not make her twice as powerful as what any demon could ever become?
Dunking the cloth in the warm water again and wringing out the excess, Vergil resumed tending to Sparda's wounds, hoping that the other would not have heard what he had said, although he seriously doubted he would be that lucky. He has a right to be angry with me, disrespecting my own mother like that… even if I don't have high opinions of humans, it isn't right to taint her name as well. She was never like them. "I...," he trailed off, nothing he could have said would make up for what he had already said.
"I will forgive the insult to my wife and your mother, because that’s what she would have done." Sparda smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "You are not tainted you are not to incomplete halves. You are something new something better. You must forge your own path in this world and you have been given the tools to do so if you would only see that." Taking off his broken monocle Sparda slicked his newly grown hair back. "She was always concerned about what you thought of her. Perhaps now is the time to show her through your actions."
Confused, Vergil glanced up at him, retracting the cloth and twisted it in his hands lightly. All throughout his life he had always been so sure of himself and what he would become, seeking power above all else as though being stronger would somehow make everything better, but it was never enough to fill the void deep inside him where all his anger and hatred simmered away, but his father seemed to know that, somehow.
And now, Sparda had done this, he had never expected his father to take what he had said like that, without even so much as a raised voice or a clip on the back of the head. Brow furrowing in confusion, he asked "How could you take it in such a manner…? What are you getting at?"
"After seeing your mother, even a fake of her I realized I had no been doing her memory justice. If I am ever to raise you boys right I will have to live life as she would." Sparda answered bowing his head. "It feels good to be forgiven does it not, that is what your mother gave me every moment we spent together and that is a gift that I will give unto you."
"Forgiveness?" Vergil questioned as he watched Sparda, dropping the cloth back into the bowl of water before tightening his grip around Yamato "I can never forgive Mundus. I want to become strong so I can defeat him and finally avenge her death. That is why I fight, to restore the honour of this family and keep my mother's memory alive."
"I understand some sins are beyond forgiveness and when you avenge her I hope to be by your side." Sparda patted Vergil on the shoulder once more "But there is no sin you can commit that I won't forgive, and that is how I shall honour Eva's memory."
Producing the amulet from beneath his waistcoat, Vergil gripped it tightly before offering "Perhaps when Mundus is defeated I will stop fighting." He offered thoughtfully, the usual harshness gone from his voice. But I will never stop protecting Yuna until the day I die.
"I recommend it. Though it is nearly impossible to stop training it is nice to be able to settle down with your family." Sparda now able to stand walked to the bathroom. "I am in dire need of a shower, it will help me heal. I shall only be a minute." and with that he disappeared to the bathroom.
He is still determined to have grandchildren… Vergil thought before picking up the bowl, leaving Yamato on the coffee table as he strode into the kitchen, tipping the water down the sink before he tucked the amulet back underneath his waistcoat, pulling off his trench coat and calmly draping it over the back of a chair before he returned to the lounge.
Returning to the lounge with his burned clothes in hand and wearing a combination of Vergil’s vest and pants and Dante's coat he sat down next to his son. "I hope you do not mind me borrowing some of your clothes. I must say they are extremely fashionable."
"It's fine," Vergil answered calmly, moving over a little so Sparda would have more room. Gazing at the katana, he frowned a little as he realized he still wanted to train despite the rather abrupt battle earlier, but he kept his mouth shut. He's hurt, I shouldn't push it.
Looking at Vergil and watching him hide his intentions Sparda laughed. "I wouldn't be the legendary dark knight if I wasn't resilient. Head to the back and draw your sword." With that he headed out to await his son. Though he was still injured most of his worse wounds had already healed over. This will make for an interesting battle it is far more even due to my injuries though I cannot allow Vergil to know that. Oh well come what may.
Had he been a child, Vergil's pale blue eyes probably would have lit up in sheer joy at that, although as he was not a child, he maintained his calm composure and stood up, grasping Yamato tightly before striding outside, the familiar weight in his right hand comforting. Stepping out into the back yard behind Devil May Cry, he instantly locked his gaze with Sparda's before allowing his eyes to wander, taking in everything he could in a relatively short amount of time before he inclined his head out of respect and abruptly teleported, appearing directly in front of him and swiping at him with Yamato still in the sheathe. He had his suspicions that he had not completely healed, now he wanted to test for any vulnerability so he could pinpoint where his strikes would be their deadliest.
Mustering all the strength of will he could Sparda ignored his injuries barely sidestepped the attack aiming Sparda straight into the chest of Vergil as a counter attack That should quell any thoughts of me being weaker due to my injury. Now I can only hope I can keep up such a performance. "These wounds are nothing to me!" Sparda beckoned as he kicked Vergil off of his blade.
Flipping in the air and managing to land on his feet, Vergil placed a hand over the wound before gritting his teeth, shaking it off quickly he darted forward, moving as quickly as he could in his human form as his energy crackled around him, eventually taking the form of seven Phantom Blades which span around his body rapidly. Unsheathing Yamato, he moved in and slashed across in a wide arc, using that as a distraction whilst the Phantom Blades transferred from him to Sparda, revolving around his body briefly before plunging into his flesh.
Teleporting away to create some distance between himself and Sparda, he kept his eyes fixated on him, watching for any signs of weakness so he would be able to use it to his own advantage.
Biting down hard Sparda ignored the pain of the phantom blades and threw Sparda at Vergil with all his might and teleported if front of Vergil catching the blade and slashing deep inside his son's chest. I cannot keep this up much longer. I must end it quickly or he will win.
Gritting his teeth to prevent himself yelling out in pain, Vergil quickly plunged Yamato deep into Sparda's chest, twisting the blade mercilessly before ripping it out just as roughly and teleporting to the other side of the yard. Panting softly, he wiped the blood from Yamato and sheathed it calmly before a bright white glow surrounded his hands and feet, Beowulf manifesting.
I need to time this just right, even a second out will allow him to counter it. Summoning more Phantom Blades and launching them forward as a distraction, he abruptly Triggered and teleported into the air near Sparda, spinning in the air and driving his heel right down onto his injured shoulder, pinpointing the injury perfectly.
Letting out a pained roar Sparda dropped to his knees balancing himself on the hilt of his sword. Standing back up weakly he got into a defensive stance beckoning his son to continue his attack. "I am not finished yet." Though another attack of that calibre and I will be. Sparda trained his eye of Vergil shouting at himself to watch for anything that will give him the best chance for a counter. I will see you as my enemy I will see you as a worthy foe and Vergil I will see you fall before me.
Unclipping Yamato from his belt but keeping it inside the sheathe, Vergil twirled it in his hand before slamming it down on Sparda's shoulder in the same place, not lingering to see the result as he teleported away and reverted back to his human form, wanting to conserve his energy. He's finally fighting me like I'm a worthy opponent, but I'd best find another weak spot, he'll expect me to go for his shoulder again.
Smirking cockily, he adjusted his stance before charging Yamato with some of his energy, slashing rapidly and creating several purple spheres where Sparda was standing. He's favouring his right side. Teleporting into the air again as the grieves began to glow brightly he feigned a hard downward kick to Sparda's shoulder as another distraction before he unsheathed the katana, swiping at his vulnerable left side.
Caught of guard Sparda took the full brunt of the blow barely able to land his counter attack. A clean controlled swipe at Vergil’s neck. Falling to the ground he raised his hands in defeat. "I was not able to beat you with my injury, you have won."
"You're giving up, just like that?" Vergil questioned emotionlessly, although he did not lower his guard so easily. He may be hurt, but he would not be above trying to make me let down my guard so he can turn the tables. He is training me as though we were fighting for real, he faced me as though I was a worthy opponent, I must take this seriously and not let him down. "I thought you were stronger than that, even with your injuries." It felt odd to be the one goading Sparda instead of the one being goaded, but he was beginning to understand. Before I had taken it as training, not as a true battle, but all battles are a form of training so to 'play fight' would accomplish nothing.
"Very good." Suddenly a sword pierced Vergil in the back and the wielder was the true Sparda. Calling out "Doppelganger." caused the clone on his knees to vanish. Digging the blade deeper into Vergil’s back. "You requested that I let lose and so I have. I have acquired the ability to create a shadow duplicate of myself just as Dante has." with a jagged twist of his blade Sparda kicked Vergil off of it. I barely managed to get the copy off in time. He's faster then I have given him credit for.
Vergil's eyes widened. When did he learn that?! Damn him! He tricked me! Stumbling to the ground from the force though he recovered quickly, running on pure adrenaline as he teleported again. I need to step it up, he's gotten in my head and shaken me, now I need to do the same to him. Unfortunately, he's seen my moves before … but he's not seen all of Dante's moves, as a warrior I should not permit my pride to prevent me from attaining victory. His confidence returning, he focused his energy and held out his hand elegantly, summoning Nameless to him. I need to be quick. "Stand still." He muttered softly before a blinding white light engulfed the area, slowing everything down almost to a complete standstill.
Taking advantage of this, he swiftly teleported in front of Sparda and rapidly stabbing him in the chest, executing Dante's Million Stab move perfectly before swiftly retracting the broadsword, clipping it to his belt and delivering a final kick to his chest as the effects of Quicksilver wore off.
Curses I was not expecting that! My wounds are truly beginning to affect me dammit. I must submit but I cannot he will not allow it. Falling backwards Sparda began to laugh from the thrill of the fight. "Does this not make your blood boil, feel the beating of your heart. This is a true battle!" Charging Vergil Sparda summoned a meteor and let it fly straight into the chest of his son. That is all I have left. Unable to see his son through the smoke Sparda could only hope that the battle was over.
Gradually the smoke cleared, revealing the meteor smouldering in a hole on the floor however Vergil had gotten away unscathed, twirling Yamato rapidly and smirking cockily "Indeed, but you're so predictable, father." Abruptly placing his fingers on the edge of the katana to stop the spin, he darted forwards, teleporting and appearing in front of Sparda, plunging the blade into Sparda's chest before swiftly unclipping Nameless, driving that through his chest as well and leaning forward to add his weight to the mix.
"This training has been far more valuable than anything else I have done." He admitted, panting softly as his hair fell over his eyes. And had you been at your full strength, I doubt I’d have been able to defeat you…
Pinned to the ground by the two blades Sparda coughed up a bit of blood and began to applaud Vergil. "Very good." Pulling the two blades out and handing them back to Vergil, Sparda put away his own weapon and stumbled back to DMC. "You have improved since our last fight and sharpened Yamato a great deal more as well."
Automatically moving to his side, helping him back into the building gently "Did I take it too far?" Vergil questioned, trying to mask how alarmed he was at the state Sparda was in. I never expected to hurt him that much … he must have been really injured when we started.
"You would never ask your enemy that nor should you ask that question to me. I allowed it to go as far as I wanted it to and I have no regrets, except that Dante will be upset that I have ruined one of his coats." Sparda laughed and continued to walk to the lounge.
"You've ruined my clothes too, but that is beside the point," Vergil answered emotionlessly before helping him to sit on the couch, "You are my father, not my enemy. We are no longer engaged in combat so I can rightly ask you that question."
"I am fine." Now laying down on the couch Sparda reviewed the wounds to see many new cuts on the large patches of burned flesh that never healed. It was worth it to spend time with him.
Vergil raised an eyebrow. He's lying to me. He's clearly hurt. Striding out of the lounge to retrieve a bowl of water, antiseptic and bandages. Returning and kneeling by the couch as he once again tended to Sparda's wounds "You're getting old. I actually defeated you" He commented teasingly although there was a hint of pride in his voice. He would never admit it, for that would be far too emotional, but he was enjoying spending time with his father again.
"Too old bah." Sparda dismissed the claim though he could not deny it. Truthfully he knew he was beyond old, he was ancient. "I was wounded that is all. Once I heal completely in the next few hours you will see my true power." giving way to a small prideful laugh Sparda leaned back looking at all the weapons. They’re clean and have been tended too, perhaps business is not going as well as Dante claimed.
"Excuses, I still defeated you," Vergil answered, beginning to tend to some of the more serious injuries "You need to rest." He added sternly, realizing that some of the wounds were very old. What did Mundus do to him…?
"I'll rest when I am dead." Sparda stated stubbornly. "I am not done talking to you yet." Sparda reached for his monocle but remembered it had broken. Darn I need to buy another. "How has Yuna been I have not heard much about her from you and Dante."
"It has been a little awkward lately," Vergil admitted after a moment, spiking his hair again before he dabbed the cloth over another wound "She is determined to fight by my side, I've never voiced my disagreement with it, but I don't want her to put herself in a position where she could get hurt. She is not a warrior."
"She wants to be, the only thing you can do is to teach her. Eva taught me something the first time I met her, never stand in the way of a truly determined woman you are bound to lose." It took quite a few bullets in my head before I finally learned that lesson. "Yuna will come around I assure you, just be patient." And give my grandchildren! Smiling to himself Sparda leaned back and fiddled around with Lupa.
What is he up to? Frowning suspiciously, Vergil answered "I suppose I could teach her how to wield a blade properly, but I would rather be the one protecting her instead of the one throwing her headlong into battle."
"You would not be throwing her into battle. You would be sharing a important aspect of your life with her." Feeling that he was giving away to much on his true motive he backed out of the subject. "She should be graduating soon correct."
I haven't seen Yuna for a while, whilst business is slow I should take the time to visit her. Still suspicious of Sparda's true motives, he drawled "Yes, she graduates soon, why?" This has to be child-related. He's determined to have grandchildren. I'm not even thinking of marriage yet, let alone children.
"No reason just wanted to be sure I did not miss it. It is a very important event in human society." Sparda replied quickly. I don't think he's on to me just yet though I don't want to push it. I must be more careful. "The next time you see her please tell her I said hello."
Vergil inclined his head "I shall, though perhaps you ought to speak with her yourself, I'm certain she would like to hear from you again." The tension all started when he left to work for Mundus. I'm sure she felt conflicted as she is my girlfriend, but I know she values my father as well. Perhaps now everything has been settled, things will get better.
"I'll be sure to do so, though I fear I am in for quite a lecturing." The likes of which have only been given to me by Eva. "Though I deserve it. I do hope my actions have not harmed your relationship at all. I had to make my departure seem real to Mundus."
"I understand," Vergil responded calmly, composed as always as he continued to tend to the more severe wounds "Now, as there are no demons to fight and it is unlikely there will be any phone calls, I suggest that you take the opportunity to rest, your wounds will heal faster."
"If you insist. Thank you Vergil." Laying down and closing his eyes a smile crossed his face as he slowly fell into a peaceful sleep. Oh yes Vergil you shall give me grandchildren you just don't know it yet.
Where: Devil May Cry
When: 11th August, 2:30am
Summary: There is no rest for the wicked as Sparda brings some unwelcomed guests, cue yet more fighting, more Vergil angst (for the last time, I swear XD) and a sparring match.
Notes: Sucky summary, but read it anyway, please? XD
Why did Dante think it would be a good idea to cover the sign in silly string? It's going to be nightfall before I clean this mess up. Vergil thought irritably as he shifted his weight, balancing on the neon sign as he peeled off more of the colourful mess that had coiled around the sign. He may have gotten his powers back but that did not mean his mood had improved. Now it was the lack of demons that was annoying him. For days there had been no phone calls, no demon sightings, hell not even any insane rumours about demons, for a warrior like himself it was enough to make him want to slit his own wrists from boredom.
He supposed that was the good thing Dante was being his usual, immature self. He had already finished reading his new book, drunk an entire bottle of wine in about three days, sharpened Yamato to the point of it drawing blood just with a tiny pinprick and polished Beowulf so even the black parts gleamed so at least he had something to do, even if cleaning up after Dante was annoying.
Mundus has been quiet lately, too quiet. I'm beginning to think he's up to something, but without any leads to go on, I have no idea where he would be likely to strike, if he's planning anything in the first place. It's so frustrating... and I'm bored
Sparda's legendary blade cut through another demon that shared every quality that he had. He stood over the mess of bodies with disgust and rage. "Dammit Mundus, will you never let me live in peace." It seemed that his question was heard and answered as another small army of Sparda clones made there way through the portal that erupted in the park to him. Sparda had been fighting for hours and he was beginning to feel the fatigue. I need time to catch my breath but I doubt these gentlemen would grant my request. Entering his devil mode Sparda took to the air and just as he expected his enemies follow suite. The chase went on for some time finally Sparda flew over DMC hoping one of his son's would join him in the fray.
Peeling more of the disgusting, multicoloured stringy mess off the neon sign, Vergil calmly climbed over the L before abruptly stopping, glancing up at the darkening sky. Perhaps his senses were simply playing up from the narcotics that had been in his system, but he was sure that a large hoard of demons were heading his way and strangely enough, they all seemed familiar to him. Frowning darkly he jumped down off the neon sign and landed elegantly in front of the shop, flicking Yamato up partially from the sheathe with his thumb as he adjusted his stance, his demonic energy crackling around his body.
Spotting Vergil Sparda swooped down calling out for his son and then to back to the air. I cannot have the fight there if I damage Devil May Cry any further I'm more than sure Dante would murder me in my sleep. Sparda turned behind him unleashing a demonic barrage of bullets from Lupa and Opal at his clones before he turned back and headed back to the park.
Darting forwards, Vergil eyed up the area quickly before closing his eyes, focusing his power as he teleported onto a nearby building in a flash of blue, summoning his Phantom Blades which span around his body rapidly like a shield. Spotting Sparda nearby, he teleported next to him "What's going on?" He demanded emotionlessly, his icy blue eyes darting in their sockets as he kept track of the Sparda look-a-likes.
"Mundus' idea of a perfect army." finally arriving at the park Sparda was now rested up enough to take up the fight again. "There complete clones of me, do you think you can handle yourself." The question didn't need to be asked Sparda knew but he still asked. "They have my power not my skill with the blade so they are flawed, you should be able to. They are just as resilient as I am so you must behead them nothing else will be effective." Without another word Sparda ran into the fray.
Vergil smirked cockily, dropping down from the building and landing on the grass softly before sneering "I can handle myself." Teleporting into the middle of the fray, he swiftly unsheathed Yamato completely, slashing outwards powerfully in an arc formation, decapitating several of the 'Spardas' with ease as the katana was incredibly sharp thanks to his boredom. The Phantom Blades that had been spinning around his body abruptly vanished, appearing around another of the duplicates, spinning around the creature for a moment before abruptly slamming inwards, white-hot swords tearing through its flesh and shattering. It felt good to have his powers back.
Sparda ended many of the clones easily almost to easily. Suddenly his eyes grew wide as he looked to the distance. The enemies they fought were only a distraction. Surrounding them were more clones each preparing Sparda's strongest ability the super meteor. "Vergil take to the air now!" Following his own advice Sparda entered his devil trigger and flew as high as he could but he was not able to escape due to a mob of devil mode clones holding him down. "Fly Vergil fly!" Now how do I get myself out of this situation
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Jerking his head up as he sensed a tremendous amount of energy building up, he barely managed to conceal the shocked expression on his face as he saw even more clones advancing on them, recognising the meteor technique instantly he managed to dodge one of the attacks though even he knew he would not be able to keep it up. Evading a second meteor attack by teleporting, he focused his energy and tightened his grip on Yamato, abruptly Triggering and pushing off the ground, spreading his wings and beating them powerfully to gain altitude. This isn't good. We're severely outnumbered and unlike myself, they don't have a limit on their demon forms… Twisting his body as more meteors were sent his way, Vergil summoned another wave of Phantom Blades, launching them down at the impostors.
Sparda found himself on the wrong end of more then a dozen meteors. Finally able to escape once the clones that held him down burned to death Sparda took to the air, relieved that his son had made it out of attack. "I need you to hold them off I'm going to even the odds a bit." Sparda was still smoking from the attack he just suffered through but he was not going to quit. Raising both hands he began to form a giant meteor in the form of a demonic spider. "I just need a minute Vergil. Hold them off."
Nodding and twisting in the air, taking advantage of his smaller form he shot straight towards the mass of demons, weaving in and out of the meteors that were launched in his direction, though he did not summon any more Phantom Blades, needing to conserve as much energy as possible so he could maintain his demon form. I hope he has a plan.
Sparda put forth as much energy as he could into this one spell though he was reluctant to do so. The damage this would cause the park would be great though it would wipe out all of his enemies. "Vergil fly back to devil may cry." And with that he released the blast sending the blazing spider toward the mob and engulfing them in hellfire. "We need to go now!"
Hovering in the air as he watched the flames consume the group of duplicate Spardas, Vergil glanced back at his father, already beginning to feel his energy ebbing away. "What was all that about?" He demanded, voice heavily distorted by his demon form, making him sound much more menacing.
"It would appear that my latest actions have upset the dark lord and he wishes to be done with me for good." Sparda body was badly thrashed and he was barely able to fly. "There could have been a lot more of those things had I not went into the underworld and destroyed a few of Mundus' belongings." Sparda slowly but surely began a decline to the street.
Noticing immediately that Sparda was having some difficulty flying, Vergil moved closer and supported some of his weight, spreading all four of his wings and beginning to glide gently towards the ground slowly. So that's what he was doing… trying to protect this world. "You're injured," he commented sharply, hoping his energy would hold out long enough to prevent him from abruptly reverting back to his human form and plummeting rather painfully to the ground.
"It would not be the first time." Sparda smiled as his son helped him level out. "He found a was to mass produce clones." Still attempting to talk he stopped and saved the rest of his energy for the flight to Devil May Cry.
To say he was not concerned would have been a lie, in fact he was very concerned. His father was a full demon, a powerful one at that, it was not normal for him to be in such a condition after one fight, but he had no idea just how long the fight had progressed before it had drawn close enough to Devil May Cry for him to sense it. Seeing Sparda like this made him worry, though he was not going to admit that "Will there be more?" He questioned emotionlessly, occasionally beating his wings to keep their descent slow and steady.
"A lot more." Was Sparda's hushed reply. "I only found out about these copies very recently and all I was able to do was take away his ability to make more, not destroy the ones that he has already made. It is even worse, he has made copies of your mother though they will not be showing themselves ever." Sparda's voice was filled with a rage and hatred that he rarely showed but it was potent and reserved for only one person Mundus.
I'm tired, but I need to focus. It wont bode well for either of us if I lose my demon form now. Vergil told himself before glancing at Sparda again as he heard what he said "You mean to tell me that Mundus has created duplicates of my mother?" He made no attempt to hide the anger from his voice, though he did keep it under control, getting angry would waste valuable energy that he needed to make sure Sparda got back safely.
Sparda enjoyed the flight back to DMC it was one of the closet time he had with his son. Once there he stumbled to the couch and reverted to his horribly scarred human form and feel unconscious.
Leaning against the wall as he reverted back to his human form, Vergil closed his eyes and took a moment to regain his composure before abruptly sweeping his hands through his hair, spiking it. It would not do to show his emotions, even in a situation like this. He looks terrible, like he's on death's door… devil's don't cry. He told himself sternly before striding over to the couch to check on Sparda, unable to hide the concern no matter how hard he tried as he took in his appearance, vision blurring as tears welled up in his eyes, which he abruptly wiped away. Damn it. Control yourself. These cancerous emotions have never gotten the better of me and they wont now!
Storming out of the room to fetch some medical supplies he returned with his usual stony expression back in place, any evidence of his 'weakness' having been washed away. Kneeling at Sparda's side, he placed a cloth in the bowl of warm water that had been mixed with some antiseptic, wringing out the excess water and gently cleaning one of the wounds on his face. It was a slow process, but that did not deter him in the slightest. He's my father and he tried to protect me, he wont be able to heal the wounds himself straight away, so the least I can do is help the process.
Slowly opening his eyes to see his son at work taking care of his wounds Sparda bowed his head in thanks. "I found that Mundus intended to make clones of Eva to split us up. I could not barge into the underworld and survive the clones would have destroyed me, I needed to get close Mundus." Sparda's flesh was charred and melted beyond all recognition by a spell he created. His demonic healing would heal it but it would take time. "Take the time to attend to your own wounds Vergil I shall be fine." he offered the words up but they came out weakly. It was unpleasant for Sparda to have his son see him like this to say the least but he would be forced to endure.
Clones of mother… so it's true. "It makes sense," Vergil answered dryly as he continued to tend to Sparda's wounds, his own already beginning to heal, albeit slowly due to the amount of energy he had used up just getting Sparda back to Devil May Cry. "What better way to throw off my guard with clones of my own mother," First he snatched my mother away, then he went after my brother and dishonoured him with the Mark, went after my father and manipulated him, leaving him in this condition and then he clones my own mother.... he’ll PAY Clenching his free hand tightly, he stopped what he was doing, raw demonic energy flickering around his body like an electrical charge. "He'll PAY."
"In due time, but for now he is crippled." Sparda's face had now completely healed from the burnt mess it had been just a few minutes ago. "I hope you can understand why I did what I did, I needed Mundus to believe that I would be loyal to him and him alone." And taking a deep breath he continued. "I could not you both to join me on that mission. I could not ask my son's to kill there mother a hundred times over. That is a burden that I only could bear." Sparda's eyes filled with a deep hurt as the memory of killing a horde of clones of his wife flashed before him. "And so I did what I had to do, I hope that you can fully understand now and see that I would never betray you or Dante." Sparda paused and reached for Vergil’s shoulder. "You must promise me that you will not speak of this to Dante, he loved Eva with all of his heart and if he were to discover what Mundus had done I fear he may do something reckless."
He could only imagine how painful it must have been, to destroy the woman that had been so cruelly snatched away from him in his childhood, she had been a good wife and a perfect mother, even if to him, she had favoured Dante. Closing his eyes and forcing back the tears with the stern reminder that a devil would never cry, he regained his composure and continued to tend to Sparda's wounds, gently peeling away sections of fabric that had become fused with his skin due to the searing heat.
He had a murderous look in his pale-blue eyes as he sneered "No clone Mundus ever created could match up to her. She was a human, not a demon and because of that, her soul was pure." It felt strange to be praising a human, but that was what Eva had been, human. No, not human. Not the same as those filthy weak creatures I must be surrounded by. Mother and Yuna … they are of a different breed… human, but not, such purity doesn't exist in the hearts of humans… it never has. He looked away, feeling conflicted.
"She was an angel." Sparda muttered. "I will tell Dante everything in due time he deserves to know I have just been dreading it." Gritting his teeth as his flesh repaired itself with the aid of his son Sparda saw the conflict in Vergil’s eyes. "She was neither human nor devil she was your mother and my wife that is all. Do not battle yourself over labels as useless as human and devil for she was better than both."
"She was still human, her blood still taints yours." Vergil retorted immediately although he regretted it as soon as the words had left his lips. He wondered when he had become so angry and consumed with self-loathing and his desire for power that he would speak so dishonourably about his own mother. Human blood or not, she had given her life to protect his own, did that not make her twice as powerful as what any demon could ever become?
Dunking the cloth in the warm water again and wringing out the excess, Vergil resumed tending to Sparda's wounds, hoping that the other would not have heard what he had said, although he seriously doubted he would be that lucky. He has a right to be angry with me, disrespecting my own mother like that… even if I don't have high opinions of humans, it isn't right to taint her name as well. She was never like them. "I...," he trailed off, nothing he could have said would make up for what he had already said.
"I will forgive the insult to my wife and your mother, because that’s what she would have done." Sparda smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "You are not tainted you are not to incomplete halves. You are something new something better. You must forge your own path in this world and you have been given the tools to do so if you would only see that." Taking off his broken monocle Sparda slicked his newly grown hair back. "She was always concerned about what you thought of her. Perhaps now is the time to show her through your actions."
Confused, Vergil glanced up at him, retracting the cloth and twisted it in his hands lightly. All throughout his life he had always been so sure of himself and what he would become, seeking power above all else as though being stronger would somehow make everything better, but it was never enough to fill the void deep inside him where all his anger and hatred simmered away, but his father seemed to know that, somehow.
And now, Sparda had done this, he had never expected his father to take what he had said like that, without even so much as a raised voice or a clip on the back of the head. Brow furrowing in confusion, he asked "How could you take it in such a manner…? What are you getting at?"
"After seeing your mother, even a fake of her I realized I had no been doing her memory justice. If I am ever to raise you boys right I will have to live life as she would." Sparda answered bowing his head. "It feels good to be forgiven does it not, that is what your mother gave me every moment we spent together and that is a gift that I will give unto you."
"Forgiveness?" Vergil questioned as he watched Sparda, dropping the cloth back into the bowl of water before tightening his grip around Yamato "I can never forgive Mundus. I want to become strong so I can defeat him and finally avenge her death. That is why I fight, to restore the honour of this family and keep my mother's memory alive."
"I understand some sins are beyond forgiveness and when you avenge her I hope to be by your side." Sparda patted Vergil on the shoulder once more "But there is no sin you can commit that I won't forgive, and that is how I shall honour Eva's memory."
Producing the amulet from beneath his waistcoat, Vergil gripped it tightly before offering "Perhaps when Mundus is defeated I will stop fighting." He offered thoughtfully, the usual harshness gone from his voice. But I will never stop protecting Yuna until the day I die.
"I recommend it. Though it is nearly impossible to stop training it is nice to be able to settle down with your family." Sparda now able to stand walked to the bathroom. "I am in dire need of a shower, it will help me heal. I shall only be a minute." and with that he disappeared to the bathroom.
He is still determined to have grandchildren… Vergil thought before picking up the bowl, leaving Yamato on the coffee table as he strode into the kitchen, tipping the water down the sink before he tucked the amulet back underneath his waistcoat, pulling off his trench coat and calmly draping it over the back of a chair before he returned to the lounge.
Returning to the lounge with his burned clothes in hand and wearing a combination of Vergil’s vest and pants and Dante's coat he sat down next to his son. "I hope you do not mind me borrowing some of your clothes. I must say they are extremely fashionable."
"It's fine," Vergil answered calmly, moving over a little so Sparda would have more room. Gazing at the katana, he frowned a little as he realized he still wanted to train despite the rather abrupt battle earlier, but he kept his mouth shut. He's hurt, I shouldn't push it.
Looking at Vergil and watching him hide his intentions Sparda laughed. "I wouldn't be the legendary dark knight if I wasn't resilient. Head to the back and draw your sword." With that he headed out to await his son. Though he was still injured most of his worse wounds had already healed over. This will make for an interesting battle it is far more even due to my injuries though I cannot allow Vergil to know that. Oh well come what may.
Had he been a child, Vergil's pale blue eyes probably would have lit up in sheer joy at that, although as he was not a child, he maintained his calm composure and stood up, grasping Yamato tightly before striding outside, the familiar weight in his right hand comforting. Stepping out into the back yard behind Devil May Cry, he instantly locked his gaze with Sparda's before allowing his eyes to wander, taking in everything he could in a relatively short amount of time before he inclined his head out of respect and abruptly teleported, appearing directly in front of him and swiping at him with Yamato still in the sheathe. He had his suspicions that he had not completely healed, now he wanted to test for any vulnerability so he could pinpoint where his strikes would be their deadliest.
Mustering all the strength of will he could Sparda ignored his injuries barely sidestepped the attack aiming Sparda straight into the chest of Vergil as a counter attack That should quell any thoughts of me being weaker due to my injury. Now I can only hope I can keep up such a performance. "These wounds are nothing to me!" Sparda beckoned as he kicked Vergil off of his blade.
Flipping in the air and managing to land on his feet, Vergil placed a hand over the wound before gritting his teeth, shaking it off quickly he darted forward, moving as quickly as he could in his human form as his energy crackled around him, eventually taking the form of seven Phantom Blades which span around his body rapidly. Unsheathing Yamato, he moved in and slashed across in a wide arc, using that as a distraction whilst the Phantom Blades transferred from him to Sparda, revolving around his body briefly before plunging into his flesh.
Teleporting away to create some distance between himself and Sparda, he kept his eyes fixated on him, watching for any signs of weakness so he would be able to use it to his own advantage.
Biting down hard Sparda ignored the pain of the phantom blades and threw Sparda at Vergil with all his might and teleported if front of Vergil catching the blade and slashing deep inside his son's chest. I cannot keep this up much longer. I must end it quickly or he will win.
Gritting his teeth to prevent himself yelling out in pain, Vergil quickly plunged Yamato deep into Sparda's chest, twisting the blade mercilessly before ripping it out just as roughly and teleporting to the other side of the yard. Panting softly, he wiped the blood from Yamato and sheathed it calmly before a bright white glow surrounded his hands and feet, Beowulf manifesting.
I need to time this just right, even a second out will allow him to counter it. Summoning more Phantom Blades and launching them forward as a distraction, he abruptly Triggered and teleported into the air near Sparda, spinning in the air and driving his heel right down onto his injured shoulder, pinpointing the injury perfectly.
Letting out a pained roar Sparda dropped to his knees balancing himself on the hilt of his sword. Standing back up weakly he got into a defensive stance beckoning his son to continue his attack. "I am not finished yet." Though another attack of that calibre and I will be. Sparda trained his eye of Vergil shouting at himself to watch for anything that will give him the best chance for a counter. I will see you as my enemy I will see you as a worthy foe and Vergil I will see you fall before me.
Unclipping Yamato from his belt but keeping it inside the sheathe, Vergil twirled it in his hand before slamming it down on Sparda's shoulder in the same place, not lingering to see the result as he teleported away and reverted back to his human form, wanting to conserve his energy. He's finally fighting me like I'm a worthy opponent, but I'd best find another weak spot, he'll expect me to go for his shoulder again.
Smirking cockily, he adjusted his stance before charging Yamato with some of his energy, slashing rapidly and creating several purple spheres where Sparda was standing. He's favouring his right side. Teleporting into the air again as the grieves began to glow brightly he feigned a hard downward kick to Sparda's shoulder as another distraction before he unsheathed the katana, swiping at his vulnerable left side.
Caught of guard Sparda took the full brunt of the blow barely able to land his counter attack. A clean controlled swipe at Vergil’s neck. Falling to the ground he raised his hands in defeat. "I was not able to beat you with my injury, you have won."
"You're giving up, just like that?" Vergil questioned emotionlessly, although he did not lower his guard so easily. He may be hurt, but he would not be above trying to make me let down my guard so he can turn the tables. He is training me as though we were fighting for real, he faced me as though I was a worthy opponent, I must take this seriously and not let him down. "I thought you were stronger than that, even with your injuries." It felt odd to be the one goading Sparda instead of the one being goaded, but he was beginning to understand. Before I had taken it as training, not as a true battle, but all battles are a form of training so to 'play fight' would accomplish nothing.
"Very good." Suddenly a sword pierced Vergil in the back and the wielder was the true Sparda. Calling out "Doppelganger." caused the clone on his knees to vanish. Digging the blade deeper into Vergil’s back. "You requested that I let lose and so I have. I have acquired the ability to create a shadow duplicate of myself just as Dante has." with a jagged twist of his blade Sparda kicked Vergil off of it. I barely managed to get the copy off in time. He's faster then I have given him credit for.
Vergil's eyes widened. When did he learn that?! Damn him! He tricked me! Stumbling to the ground from the force though he recovered quickly, running on pure adrenaline as he teleported again. I need to step it up, he's gotten in my head and shaken me, now I need to do the same to him. Unfortunately, he's seen my moves before … but he's not seen all of Dante's moves, as a warrior I should not permit my pride to prevent me from attaining victory. His confidence returning, he focused his energy and held out his hand elegantly, summoning Nameless to him. I need to be quick. "Stand still." He muttered softly before a blinding white light engulfed the area, slowing everything down almost to a complete standstill.
Taking advantage of this, he swiftly teleported in front of Sparda and rapidly stabbing him in the chest, executing Dante's Million Stab move perfectly before swiftly retracting the broadsword, clipping it to his belt and delivering a final kick to his chest as the effects of Quicksilver wore off.
Curses I was not expecting that! My wounds are truly beginning to affect me dammit. I must submit but I cannot he will not allow it. Falling backwards Sparda began to laugh from the thrill of the fight. "Does this not make your blood boil, feel the beating of your heart. This is a true battle!" Charging Vergil Sparda summoned a meteor and let it fly straight into the chest of his son. That is all I have left. Unable to see his son through the smoke Sparda could only hope that the battle was over.
Gradually the smoke cleared, revealing the meteor smouldering in a hole on the floor however Vergil had gotten away unscathed, twirling Yamato rapidly and smirking cockily "Indeed, but you're so predictable, father." Abruptly placing his fingers on the edge of the katana to stop the spin, he darted forwards, teleporting and appearing in front of Sparda, plunging the blade into Sparda's chest before swiftly unclipping Nameless, driving that through his chest as well and leaning forward to add his weight to the mix.
"This training has been far more valuable than anything else I have done." He admitted, panting softly as his hair fell over his eyes. And had you been at your full strength, I doubt I’d have been able to defeat you…
Pinned to the ground by the two blades Sparda coughed up a bit of blood and began to applaud Vergil. "Very good." Pulling the two blades out and handing them back to Vergil, Sparda put away his own weapon and stumbled back to DMC. "You have improved since our last fight and sharpened Yamato a great deal more as well."
Automatically moving to his side, helping him back into the building gently "Did I take it too far?" Vergil questioned, trying to mask how alarmed he was at the state Sparda was in. I never expected to hurt him that much … he must have been really injured when we started.
"You would never ask your enemy that nor should you ask that question to me. I allowed it to go as far as I wanted it to and I have no regrets, except that Dante will be upset that I have ruined one of his coats." Sparda laughed and continued to walk to the lounge.
"You've ruined my clothes too, but that is beside the point," Vergil answered emotionlessly before helping him to sit on the couch, "You are my father, not my enemy. We are no longer engaged in combat so I can rightly ask you that question."
"I am fine." Now laying down on the couch Sparda reviewed the wounds to see many new cuts on the large patches of burned flesh that never healed. It was worth it to spend time with him.
Vergil raised an eyebrow. He's lying to me. He's clearly hurt. Striding out of the lounge to retrieve a bowl of water, antiseptic and bandages. Returning and kneeling by the couch as he once again tended to Sparda's wounds "You're getting old. I actually defeated you" He commented teasingly although there was a hint of pride in his voice. He would never admit it, for that would be far too emotional, but he was enjoying spending time with his father again.
"Too old bah." Sparda dismissed the claim though he could not deny it. Truthfully he knew he was beyond old, he was ancient. "I was wounded that is all. Once I heal completely in the next few hours you will see my true power." giving way to a small prideful laugh Sparda leaned back looking at all the weapons. They’re clean and have been tended too, perhaps business is not going as well as Dante claimed.
"Excuses, I still defeated you," Vergil answered, beginning to tend to some of the more serious injuries "You need to rest." He added sternly, realizing that some of the wounds were very old. What did Mundus do to him…?
"I'll rest when I am dead." Sparda stated stubbornly. "I am not done talking to you yet." Sparda reached for his monocle but remembered it had broken. Darn I need to buy another. "How has Yuna been I have not heard much about her from you and Dante."
"It has been a little awkward lately," Vergil admitted after a moment, spiking his hair again before he dabbed the cloth over another wound "She is determined to fight by my side, I've never voiced my disagreement with it, but I don't want her to put herself in a position where she could get hurt. She is not a warrior."
"She wants to be, the only thing you can do is to teach her. Eva taught me something the first time I met her, never stand in the way of a truly determined woman you are bound to lose." It took quite a few bullets in my head before I finally learned that lesson. "Yuna will come around I assure you, just be patient." And give my grandchildren! Smiling to himself Sparda leaned back and fiddled around with Lupa.
What is he up to? Frowning suspiciously, Vergil answered "I suppose I could teach her how to wield a blade properly, but I would rather be the one protecting her instead of the one throwing her headlong into battle."
"You would not be throwing her into battle. You would be sharing a important aspect of your life with her." Feeling that he was giving away to much on his true motive he backed out of the subject. "She should be graduating soon correct."
I haven't seen Yuna for a while, whilst business is slow I should take the time to visit her. Still suspicious of Sparda's true motives, he drawled "Yes, she graduates soon, why?" This has to be child-related. He's determined to have grandchildren. I'm not even thinking of marriage yet, let alone children.
"No reason just wanted to be sure I did not miss it. It is a very important event in human society." Sparda replied quickly. I don't think he's on to me just yet though I don't want to push it. I must be more careful. "The next time you see her please tell her I said hello."
Vergil inclined his head "I shall, though perhaps you ought to speak with her yourself, I'm certain she would like to hear from you again." The tension all started when he left to work for Mundus. I'm sure she felt conflicted as she is my girlfriend, but I know she values my father as well. Perhaps now everything has been settled, things will get better.
"I'll be sure to do so, though I fear I am in for quite a lecturing." The likes of which have only been given to me by Eva. "Though I deserve it. I do hope my actions have not harmed your relationship at all. I had to make my departure seem real to Mundus."
"I understand," Vergil responded calmly, composed as always as he continued to tend to the more severe wounds "Now, as there are no demons to fight and it is unlikely there will be any phone calls, I suggest that you take the opportunity to rest, your wounds will heal faster."
"If you insist. Thank you Vergil." Laying down and closing his eyes a smile crossed his face as he slowly fell into a peaceful sleep. Oh yes Vergil you shall give me grandchildren you just don't know it yet.