Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry. If I did the 4th game would make far more sense than it did… (sigh) I only own my OC's.
Prologue
"This is really pathetic, is this all you got to throw at me?" the green devil asked sarcastically as he slashed through yet one another of Mundus' demons.
Around him was a huge pile of demons surrounding him, which had been recently defeated and began fading back to the Demon World. The portal connecting the two worlds was still open and the tower was still standing. If you're going to do something, you had better damn well do it soon Sparda, the devil thought. No more than the thought had passed through the head of the green devil then he heard a great grinding sound in the distance. As he watched, the tower started to collapse in upon itself as if it was spiraling down from the top and going inside itself. Well, it's about time, the devil sighed to himself. Demons started wailing and disappearing inside the portal as it grew smaller and smaller.
As the devil watched he heard a cry of great rage and disappointment come from somewhere inside the portal. He then took one of the two swords he possessed and drew it from its sheath. It was an Eastern sword, a long deadly katana, the handle wrapped with red and black leather to give it a firmer grip. He looked at the sheath which was made of a rich wood not from this world, and was blacker than obsidian. He held the blade lovingly for a moment then thrust it into his stomach. While the blood flowed freely green energy poured out from his body and bathed the blade, it appeared as if the blade was drinking in the energy; gulping it in as a man dying from thirst might.
As all of this was occurring, the green devils' body started shimmering and slimming down in shape in size. The devil wrenched the sword loose from his stomach as if it took him an enormous effort to pull it free. After the devil detached the sword from his stomach, two events occurred; the green energy stopped pouring out, and the devils' body stopped changing. After he slashed the air with the katana and the blood flew off it the devil inspected himself in the moonlight reflected off the sword. He now appeared to be an athletically built human male in his mid-twenties with long silver hair that reached past his shoulders. Bright gold eyes peered back at him as he looked over his new form shown to him by the sword. I'm human now, I'm actually human… the devil thought distractedly as he sheathed the katana and it vanished from sight.
"Rausten, it is done, it is finally over." A man in his thirties said as he strolled over to the devil. The man had silver hair, which was shorter but slicked back so it was spiked somewhat.
"Yeah took you long enough Sparda. While you left me with the humans, (some of which died might I point out) so you could go deal with Mundus, we had to deal with the main forces. They weren't all that challenging, but they were a pain in the ass…" The one he had called Rausten stopped talking as Sparda came over and embraced him.
"It is over little brother; Mundus is sealed in the Demon World forever." Sparda softly said as he adjusted Rebellion on his back, and leaned Yamato against his leg.
"Yeah I know, and the world will forever know the greatness of General Sparda, the Legendary Dark Knight." Rausten said mockingly as he spun the tip of his other sword on his middle finger.
"If you are my brother and respect me you will not call me by either of those titles. I find them extremely annoying." The former devil said the distaste evident in his voice.
"Whatever you say, for you are my elder brother as you constantly remind me, I should listen to my betters." Rausten grinned as he finished speaking; getting on his brothers' nerves was a talent few had.
"Yes you should, I don't like those insufferable titles, you watch they'll take all of this and try to make me a sort of god someday." Sparda grumbled.
"Well what do we do now? The demons are gone, Mundus is half dead, and we're stuck here." Rausten asked.
"We live." Sparda responded simply.
"Well than fine, I'm outta here; I'm going to explore this world." Rausten said somewhat crankily.
"You are leaving, just like that?" Sparda asked, for the brothers hardly ever separated even after Sparda initially rebelled, Rausten followed a little after.
"Yes, now that I'm cut off from our home, I want to see what our new one looks like." He replied.
"Then I will see you when I see you." Sparda said quietly to himself as they walked in opposite directions, both of them noticing the strange wetness in their eyes.
The brothers met up from time to time, as soldiers in Rome, samurai in Japan, knights in Europe. In World War I, they fought for the British, as demons summoned by the Axis, or because of the bloodshed and strife, inflicted chaos and destruction on both sides. In World War II, they met much to their surprise as soldiers fighting for the Americans. Sparda, easily recognized by those who took an interest in the legend after it took shape and grew after the last battle with Mundus, but Rausten preferred to keep to himself and hardly anyone knew of him. As stories often do, the brothers became legend, legend became myth and myth became almost forgotten. After World War II, almost forty years would pass before they came into contact again.
New York City, mid-October 1975
A chill breeze was scattering the leaves into the door as Sparda walked into the diner. As he sat opposite in the booth of his brother, the waitress took his order and returned with a steaming mug of black coffee while Rausten was nursing his second glass of Fat Tire.
"You call me yesterday, tell me you're coming to New York today and now we're sitting here. What the hell, my dear older brother do you want?" Rausten queried after he took a sip of beer.
"You remember Eva? She just gave birth to twins the other day, I have sons Rausten, sons." Sparda said the pride evident in his voice.
"Oh, congrats, you couldn't tell me this over the phone?" Rausten grumbled.
"I came because of that and something else. I split the amulet between the boys." Sparda said with a frown.
"You did what? Are you nuts?" Rausten exclaimed after he spewed his beer.
"No more crazy than you when you put half your power in the sword to become human, then you left it here instead of putting it in the Demon World like I did with mine." Sparda said obviously annoyed.
"Well… I… wanted to uh… use it as a sort of backup and leave it here if I have a child." Rausten lamely replied.
"My sons will have to earn it if they want it." Sparda said firmly.
"What are their names?" Rausten asked quietly chastised.
"There's Vergil, he's the elder, he's very calm and collected even as a toddler; then there's Dante, he's going to be wild and reckless." Sparda said with a fond smile.
"What, are you going for a Divine Comedy effect?" Rausten asked. His mouth could never stop for long.
"I won't even respond to that brother." Sparda glared.
"Well here's to the next generation, if I have a kid hope he makes it." Rausten said as he downed his beer.
"You, have a child? Poor kid's fucked." Sparda said as they roared with laughter.
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