Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or any of its characters it all belongs to Capcom. I only own Abby and my OCs. I'll take any constructive criticism if you have any. I hope you guys enjoy!
At long last, he was finally alone.
Sparda, the "Legendary Dark Knight," sighed as he sank into plush, red velvet. The old antique chair creaked under his weight, but held fast nevertheless. His tall, imposing, frame drooped with signs of exhaustion and his pure white hair, usually slicked back to perfection, was a mess with strands falling onto his face.
It had been a particularly taxing day in the Williams household. His twin sons, three-year-old Vergil and Dante respectively, had been incredibly rambunctious throughout day and refused to settle down for their afternoon nap. They felt it was their mission to bring down the "commanding demon overlord," (AKA, him) and used all of their strength to either try to subdue him or escape.
Needless to say, they did not succeed in their valiant efforts.
It took Sparda the better part of two hours to get them to bed and to quiet down all of their complaints. Dante in particular, was very vocal about his opinion on "nap time."
Sparda didn't know whether he should feel pride or exasperation at their clear physical growth of strength. While they were still leagues behind him, they would, in no doubt, catch up to him in time.
With that being said he slumped into his seat and basked in the silence of the library on this cool afternoon. His beloved wife, Eva, had gone out earlier to do some errands and left him alone with the children. Sparda loved his family, his sons, truly he did, but their endless energy made quiet moments in their home rare and in between. But now, the household was still and silent, now he could finish reading Dante's Inferno in peace.
Ah yes, no sounds of children screaming, no demands for sword practice, and no explosions caused by Eva's experiments with potions. But most of all, no-
Bang!
"Sparda! Buddy!"
Obnoxiously loud and overly hyper angels to annoy him.
With his eyebrow twitching in annoyance, Sparda lowered his book, casting it a mournful glance, before he turned to face the idiot in front of him.
Dark violet eyes, usually full of mischief, stared at him in excitement. A bright, goofy grin was spread across the angel's pale face, with long strands of straight, raven hair reaching past tall, broad shoulders. He wore a button up cotton-blue shirt over tan slacks and brown dress shoes. The man's energetic exterior seemed to be vibrating with even more exuberance than usual.
He looked seconds away from exploding with excitement.
With a sigh, Sparda looked to the buffoon that had, somehow, become his closest friend in the thousands of years they've known each other, and said in a droll voice, "Zadkiel, is there any particular reason as to why you've felt the need to blow the hinges off my door?"
The angel in question pouted like the petulant man-child that he was, "Is that all you have to say to your best friend, one whom you have not seen in over a year? How cruel~ and here I was going to introduce you to the cutest being in the entire universe."
Sparda quirked an eyebrow at this, "Cutest being in the entire universe?"
Zadkiel nodded sagely, "That's right. The most chubby and adorable being that you have ever seen, held only by the most beautiful and wonderful woman in the world. In fact-"
"Dear, get on with it will you. None of us are getting any younger here." A soft, light voice cut through Zadkiel's rant before he could go on any further, (thank God).
Both men turned to look at the newest occupant, or rather, occupants, that entered the room. In the doorway stood a beautiful young woman of average height with long, curly, dark red hair and warm brown eyes. She had a round shaped face, fair skin and a small slender nose, with an equally small mouth. The woman wore a pale yellow sundress with a silver cross daintily hanging from her neck and white pumps. What really grabbed Sparda's attention though, was the bundle of white blankets in her arms that made soft cooing noises.
A brilliant and dopey smile spread across the angel's face, his eyes shone with love and adoration, "Sophie! You're here!" He looked down at the bundle in her arms, "I see Abby's finally up from her nap, huh."
Sophia "Sophie" Belmont, gave a warm smile at her husband, "She just woke up." She turned to look at the demon, "Hello Sparda. It's wonderful to see you again."
He smiled back in return, "You as well Sophie. Although, I must say, I'm surprised by this sudden turn of events." He gestured pointedly towards the babe in her arms.
Sophie gave a small chuckle in response, "Yes well, it has been a rather eventful year. I guess you could say that Zadkiel and I had gotten… busy in Walachia." Sophie began to walk towards him holding out the bundle so that he could get a better look.
Peering down at the blankets, Sparda was not shocked by what he saw. A pale cherub face stared up at him, with big, bright violent eyes gazing at him in curiosity and wonder. Tufts of raven black hair splayed across the babe's head. What surprised him though, was the faint aura the infant gave off. He could feel the coils of magic and holy energy swirling within and around the baby, its energy very similar to that of her father's.
A hand clapped his shoulder, breaking him out of his observations, "Sparda meet Abigail, my daughter." Zadkiel gave him a smug grin, "You're not the only one whose a father now, you know."
Sparda gave him a amused look in return, "I don't see why you're so smug about it. You do realize I had two children before you, correct?" Zadkiel bristled at this, "Now see here you smug arse, I-"
"Father?"
All three occupants of the library turned to see two identical heads of white hair poke out from the doorway. Each clad in their respective colors of blue and red, even at this age the twins already did everything in their power to distinguish themselves.
Seeing that his boys were up and clearly not taking their afternoon nap as should be, Sparda gave a frown of disapproval, "Boys, what did I tell you? You both know you should be sleeping now."
The child clad in red, Dante, gave a yawn and rubbed his eyes, "We're not tired. 'Sides we 'eard voices." Blinking to get the sleep out of his eyes, Dante saw that they weren't alone, and gave a huge grin, "Uncle Zad! Aunt Sophie! You're here! We haven't seen you in forever!" With that being said, the young half-devil barreled into the angel, squeezing the life out of his leg. Vergil too, gave away his excitement, though, in a more subdued version than Dante's, "Uncle Zad, Aunt Sophie, welcome back." Even at the tender age of three, both boys were incredibly well-spoken. No doubt due to their… special heritage.
It didn't take long for the twins to notice something amiss with the picture. The thing being was the bundle of blankets in Sophie's arms that steadily kept getting louder as time went on.
Dante, of course, was the first to ask loudly, "What's that thing?"
He got a smack to the back of his head in response. "Ow!"
He turned to look up at his father, "What was that for? I was just asking a question." Sparda gave him a disapproving look, Zadkiel looked amused, and Vergil just sighed at his brother's idiocy, "Dante… you have no tact whatsoever."
Dante just glared at his brother, "Oi!"
Soft chuckles broke the twins out of their argument. Looking up, both saw that their 'Aunt' Sophie was gazing at them in warm amusement, "Now, now, boys, there's no need to be fighting. And Dante to answer your question this is Abigail, my daughter." She began to walk towards the couch, "Come over here so that you both can get a better view at Abby."
With little to no hesitation the twins scrambled upwards of the antique couch and stared at the little sack of flesh in surprise.
"That's a baby?" Asked Vergil.
Dante remained silent, simply gazing at the baby with an intense look.
Sophie smiled, and said, "That's right. Abigail is only a few months old so she'e still pretty tiny, but she will grow soon enough for you boys to play with her. You just have to remember to be gentle with her for the time being, okay?" Vergil nodded in acceptance.
Seeing that his youngest son was strangely quiet, Sparda called out, "Dante, what's wrong?"
The boy merely frowned, "She smells weird."
Zadkiel blinked at the blunt answer, "She smells weird? Is she dirty Sophie?"
Sophie shook her head, "No, I just changed her a little while ago, and last I checked she was dry."
Sparda, on the other hand, had a strange glint in his eyes, "Dante, what do you mean she smells? Is it bad?" The half-devil shook his head and huffed, "No… she just smells weird. Don't you smell it to Verg?"
"No, she smells like a baby." Was the bland response.
Dante rolled his eyes.
Before anymore arguments could be dished out between the two, Zadkiel clapped his hands together, "Well, now that I have your attention we can get back to business." He quickly turned to his demonic friend, and dramatically pointed a finger at him, "Sparda, we must celebrate this joyous occasion of my return and Abby's appearance! Tonight, we must feast!" He threw his head back and let out a loud cackle through the air.
Sparda, on the other hand, looked one-hundred percent done with his idiotic (because he will always think of him as a buffoon) friend's antics.
Sophie smiled serenely, already used to her husbands personality.
And Vergil, once again, looked at his 'uncle' like he needed help, his expression not unlike his fathers.
Unbeknownst to the others, two other occupants in the room were locked into a staring contest of the ages. Bright violet orbs gazed into curious ice-blue, both refusing to turn away from the other.
The tension though, was broken by the gummy smile the infant gave at the white-haired child. The half-devil blinked, and gave her a small smile in return.
Neither realized that those smiles were precedent for the friendship that would bare fruit, and the trials and tribulations that they both soon would face. Nor would they realize the feelings that would evolve among them in time.
(Chaos is an angel who fell in love with a demon - Christopher Poindexter)
PLEASE READ!
Before any of you ask, yes, Abby is a half-angel (original, I know). But I wanted to do a Dante x OC with this concept for a really long time. I've always had this idea in my head, but never really acted on it.
Until now.
I wanted to make a character that was a foil to Dante, but similar to him as well. Now I know that there are others in the DMC universe that are like that but I wanted to do something a bit different about it.
Also, I will go into more detail about my OCs in the next few chapters (as well as Dante's and Abby's growing relationship). In the meantime… read some fun facts!
Zadkiel (also called Sachiel) - means Righteousness of God and is the archangel of freedom, benevolence, and mercy. It is said that he was the angel to stop Abraham from sacrificing his son. His energy corresponds to the purple light ray, and his aura is a deep purplish blue. This was the bases of his and Abby's eye color.
Sophie "Sophie" Belmont - Yes, she is part of the Belmont clan from the Castlevania series. I may end up doing a crossover in the future, but that won't be until way into the future. Her name means wisdom.
Abigail "Abby" Belmont - Her name Abigail means "father's joy" and her last name 'Belmont' means ''beautiful mountain'' She is the apple of her father's eyes and he tends to dote on her often.
That's it for today let me know what you guys think! Remember to review!