A/N: This is co-written with Cute Lil' Red Head. Its an AU fic.

Twin seers stood quietly in the back of a huge stage where they, by the order of their master, would sing futures of anyone who paid a high enough price. Occasionally, however, a vision would take them so strongly they would have no choice but to sing. The sisters would slip into trances that would allow them to sing and dance to visions they saw and heard. The youngest of the twins, a small girl with crimson curls that cascaded down her back, fought the trance just enough that she could stay half in and half out of her trances. Her minutes older sister was forced completely into the trance and would close her blue-green eyes as she danced to music she wouldn't remember. On this particular night they'd sing not only a visitor's fate, but their own as well.

Ebony and Ivory stood ready to sing for the crowd, clad in Indian style clothing that gave them the appearance of gypsies. Ebony, the younger of the two, leaned against a post where she was bathed half in shadows and half in the dim light the bar had to offer. Her sister, Ivory, knelt on the ground, covered completely in the light. Ivory's clothing was black and silver while as her sister wore red and black. Every night their clothing was a different color, but tonight Ebony had made her sister wear the black as though she had known it would fit their visions. A familiar song began to play and Ivory wondered if her sister did know more than she let on. The thoughts vanished as the trance took over Ivory's mind.

Two nearly identical young men sat at a bar table, both eyeing the seers they had been hired to "take care of". One of the assassins was dressed in a long red coat that hung open to reveal his chest, while the other wore a long blue coat that cooled the passionate red his partner wore. Both men had snow white hair, though the red dressed man wore his loose and down and the blue clad man wore his styled in sleek spikes. Their names: Dante and Vergil, and they were the sons of the Dark Knight Sparda.

The targets, the seers dancing on the stage before the brothers, were rumored to be part devil, like the hunters themselves. However, the Spardas had learned otherwise. The girls in question didn't have much more than a taste of devilish blood in their veins.

"Are you sure these are the girls, Vergil?" Dante asked quietly as he swirled the contents of his beer bottle. The girls didn't seem too dangerous to him. In fact, they seemed more likely to cry over a broken nail than be a threat to anyone.

"Yes, Dante," Vergil grumbled in annoyance as he stared at the girls, assessing them as he would any target. "I'm sure they are."

When the music began, it's dreamy quality filling the bar, Dante tensed abruptly in mid swig of his beer. Quickly turning his head to the side, he spit the alcohol onto the floor rather than choke on it in his surprise. The people he spit beer out all over just glared at him. He was so caught up in the moment he didn't even care not that they could do anything to him anyway.

"Dante?" Vergil asked with a raised eyebrow. "What's wrong with you?" Though his brother was often odd, Dante valued his beer above all else save pizza and such a waste would be like a sharp blow to Dante's gut.

"I've heard this before," Dante whispered harshly to his brother as he gladly accepted a second beer from the quiet bartender.

"So?" Vergil prodded, never taking his eyes off the girls. They moved smoothly and unlike his brother, he suspected their agility hinted to a more sinister skill with weapons.

Dante listened intently to the haunting melody. The ghostly song played memories of his mother's death and his brother vanishing across his mind's eye. That day, long ago, while he hid in a closet, the melody had drifted to his hiding place and calmed him. Though the harsh words had haunted him, the soothing lyrics overlapping the darker tune had given him hope.

Dante's, eyes were on the twin clad in black. Her movements were hypnotizing as were the words she sang. Vergil noticed his brother's far off look and shrugged off his brother's reaction as stupidity and the hormones Dante still had to get used to.

The two voices were low and singing something that couldn't be understood by humans. Vergil, however, knew the story they were weaving with their lyrics. The twin hidden half in shadows stopped singing, a look of concentration on her face, leaving her sister's voice to deepen as the elder seer sang the next parts in a tongue humans could understand.

"I'll steal your soul for a second chance
You will die come what may
Your soul makes me stronger
In a life that breathes no longer
Fade away in a quest for life
Until the end, don't judge me nice."

The dark clad twin moved in perfect time with the pounding beat of the music, keeping the attention on her swaying hips rather than on the words she sang. Her moves were seductive yet held no promise as she glided with the hard melody.

"Searching for the cure for soul's demise
Read the tears of the victim's cries
You'll need more to kill the suffer of a
Brother demon that's a purely wonder
Kill before the time, kill them all
Blast out the righteous mark
Serving justice that dwells in me.
Nothing comes as far as the eye can see
The eye can see
The eye can see
The eye can see."

The second, smaller twin clad in red, lifted her head to the light as she began to sing over her sister's fading voice. The elder sister fell back to her knees when her voice fell silent, but the younger sister refused to move from her position against the pole. The shadows seemed to dance for her as she wove a promise, never moving except to bend her knee and rest the bottom of her foot against the pole.

"We are falling
the night is calling
tears, inside me
calm me down.
Bless me, with the
leaves off of the tree.
On it, I see
the freedom rain"

The older girl began to sing once again, her voice becoming a background beat for her sister's sweeter lyrics. She kept her head down as she sang words that were so quite even Vergil, who knew the language she spoke, couldn't understand all that she said.

The younger sister stood up from the shadows, allowing the light to hit her fully for the first time. Her pail skin shone in the light as she stepped toward her sister, her eyes open and clear as she continued to sing the words she remembered all too well. Though she didn't see the half-devils, she knew they were near by and she hoped to catch a glimpse as she moved.

"We are falling,
the night is calling.
She is inside me,
going down.
Midnight, calling,
live softly, slowly.
Drowning with the
love we need."

Ebony scanned the crowd as she walked rhythmically across the stage. She spotted the identical young men brooding at the bar and a triumphant smile spread across her face. Her pride caused the trance to fall away from her, and she almost missed her next lines. Rushing to catch-up with the music, she allowed the trance to take over just enough that she wouldn't mess up again. Missing even a beat could mean punishment from the twins' master.

"Bless me, with the,
leaves off of the tree.
On it, I see
the freedom rain.
Praised to my father,
Blessed by the water.
Black night, dark skies,
The Devils cry!"

Dante was taken aback once the song was finished. The look on his face made Vergil wonder what was going on in his mind. Dante remembered those voices and yet they were different, older perhaps. He suspected that made sense; it had been years since he had heard the song for the first time. "Those twins," he muttered to Vergil, "I've seen them before, but they were younger."

"What has that got to do with..." Vergil began to ask, annoyed with the obvious statement, but he was cut off by his brother's next words.

"They just sang our Destiny," Dante told him. He wasn't one to put much holding in prophesies or even the promise of fate and destiny, but the surreal atmosphere was having its affect on him.

Vergil rolled his eyes as he rested his hand comfortable on the hilt of the katana he always kept at his side. As far as he was concerned, Dante had a tendency to be overly dramatic at times. He'd prefer to make his own destiny than listen to some song two little girls had to sing. His gaze turned towards the twin clad in red. She glanced at him with a suggestive gleam in her eyes and nodded slightly towards the door. Vergil was intrigued enough that he stood up and followed the seer through a back door that led into an alley.

The girl turned to face him, moonlight playing across her face. Her pail bare feet seemed to glow in the dark shadows of the street, reminding him of what she was. An intricate silver design wrapped around her left ankle, resembling the chain a slave would wear. He set it aside and decided he'd question it later.

"What do you want?" he demanded, glaring at her as he squared his shoulders and towered above her small frame.

"How about I tell you your destiny, Son of Sparda?" she asked lightly, a smile playing at her lips as she leaned against the moist concrete wall. Though she was small, she seemed unfazed by the strong devil.

Virgil wasn't surprised by her words as much as he was annoyed by her callous attitude. He had expected her to know who he was but he had expected her to be a bit more timid. Seer or no, a woman who caused trouble like this one would have to know someone would want her dead. "I'm listening," he admitted without committing himself to anything.

"I've seen what you desire," she said almost seductively as she moved closer to him and half-circled him so her back was to the wall and his was to the street.

"Is that so?" he asked, unconvinced. He was almost disappointed that the so-called seer seemed to be nothing but a simple whore with parlor tricks.

"Yes," she boasted as she looked into his eyes from under her eyelashes. "You want to be fully devil. Why waste time on foolish human weaknesses, right?"

"What do you want?" Vergil growled, masking his surprise with anger and threats. Even Dante had failed to see how Vergil wanted to escape his humanity, but this strange girl had figured that out within moments of meeting him.

"I want you to get us out of this hell hole," she informed him, switching for a seductive manner to a serious, business-like tone. "You do that for me, and I'll help you get what you want. As far as I'm concerned, that seems to be a fair deal."

Before Vergil could agree or disagree to such a bargain, a shadow seemed to float across the girl's eyes. A small noise escaped her throat as she tilted her head to the side and allowed her eyes to unfocus.

"Shit!" she shouted, suddenly turning as she ducked past him and ran back into the bar. She didn't even stop to close the door.

"What?" Vergil muttered in annoyance as he followed, unsure of what could entice such a reaction from someone who had seemed so calculating just moments before. He turned the corner only to see his brother standing in front of the black clad twin, protecting her from a man with dark hair, even darker eyes and pail skin. Vergil shook his head at the over all cliché-ness of such a demon.

"Step in line, ass hole," Dante ordered as he drew both his guns and aimed them at the demon's head. "I have questions that need to be answered so you can just wait your turn until I say I'm finished."

The man made the wrong move, reaching for the gun at his side, and Dante shot him between the eyes and effectively turning the devil to dust.

"Any other takers?" Dante asked as he looked around the bar, casually waving his black and white guns around. The other customers ducked their heads and pretended not to notice him as the nervously sipped at their drinks.

"God Damn it! You two cause me more trouble than you're worth," the bartender swore with a snarl as he advanced toward the twins, anger etched upon his face and his hand poised to slap which ever girl came within reach first.

Ebony helped her sister up after sticking her tongue at the owner. "Are you all right, Ivory?" she asked softly as she pulled her sister to her feet.

Ivory only nodded her head softly. Their master had commanded that Ivory stay silent when she wasn't singing, which was odd since Ebony did most of the talking anyway.

"I swear I never should have bought you worthless whores to begin with!" the middle aged man shouted as he raised his hand to slap the younger sister who actually taunted him by raising her cheek.

Vergil quickly placed the blade of his katana against the barkeeper's throat before he could hit the girl. "How about you let us take them off your hands, then?" Vergil offered silkily.

"Like that's gonna happen," Ivory grumbled under her breath, causing Ebony to laugh softly as she hiked up her skirt and jumped onto the bar top.

"Ivory!" their master shouted, fear still in his voice as his eyes remained transfixed on Vergil's blade. "I thought I told you to shut up!"

The girl ducked her head down and became quiet, though not before sending the man a glare. Ebony sent her own glare at the man as she crossed her legs and leaned back. "Something tells me you should be the one holding your tongue. After all, your life is the one in danger at the moment, not ours."

"How much for them?" Vergil demanded, the slave's promise for power echoing in the back of his mind.

"You don't have enough to buy these two or even just one of them," the barkeeper said with false bravado. However, his heart was pounding.

"How much?" Dante demanded as he put the barrel of his white gun to the man's head. He wasn't sure why his brother wanted the girls, but he figured it was his brotherly duty to help him succeed. "I'm sure you'd rather make a deal while you still have your head on your shoulders."

"They're not for sale," the man whimpered, losing his confidence, which wasn't surprising considering the fact that he had a sharp katana pressed against his throat and the barrel of a gun against his temple.

"You have two options," Vergil informed him coldly. "You either let us buy them from you or I kill you."

"Oh," Ebony giggled, "sounds like you're in a bit of a bind. My professional opinion as a seer: you're dead."

"Hey," Dante asked the younger twin, half turning so he could see her and still keep the gun at her master's head. "How do we claim ownership of you?"

"Simple," she said with a smile aimed at the barkeeper as she hopped off the bar and strolled over to the group. "Kill the idiot who is our previous master and we automatically become yours. That shouldn't be too difficult for you, should it?"

Dante grinned as he put his other gun to the man's head and cocked both of them. "Nope, not difficult at all," he agreed.

Vergil, however, didn't want to waste anymore time dealing with such a low life. The Bartender's head slid neatly off his shoulders while the half-demon swung the blood off his blade with a swift flick of his wrist and re-sheathed his katana.

The younger sister actually smiled maliciously, though her eyes seemed to glitter with an unnamed emotion. The quiet twin sighed gently as she laid her cheek on her sister's shoulder. Ebony tucked her arm into her sister's and the girls huddled together.

"Go get dressed," Vergil ordered coldly as he turned toward the door. "Wear something suitable for travel."

The two sisters glanced at each other before disappearing up a stairwell. They returned quickly, each carrying a small pillowcase stuffed with unknown items. Dante couldn't help but gawk at the twins. Though they hadn't seemed the least bit demure in their clothing before, neither seemed innocent anymore. The one that he had heard the younger sister call Ivory was wearing a blood red tank top, tight black pants and boots that were half hidden by the length of the jeans. The younger sister was wearing a dangerously low cut black tank top, dark blue jeans and black boots. Two jackets were draped over her arm and he assumed one was for her sister.

"Come on, Dante," Vergil barked impatiently from the door. "We need to leave." The older Sparda twin led the troupe outside to a set of beautiful motorcycles. Ebony gasped with pleasure as she surveyed the craftsmanship that had been paid to each.

One of the bikes was a red Ebony had seen only when someone bled heavily, a sight she saw all too often in visions and in reality. The details were touched with a dark chrome that wrapped around the bike in a spider-web of designs and crosses. The other bike, a midnight blue that shone almost black in the dim lighting, seemed to speak of darkness and grace. The intricate symbols were done in a black that was difficult to see unless someone was paying attention, and she knew most of them spoke of devil powers and beliefs.

Dante sat down on the red one and turned it on with a roar. The girls watched as the bike seemed to come to life, a dragon in the night. Ebony actually sighed as she leaned against her sister. "Pretty," she breathed.

"Ivory," Dante announced, getting both girls' attention. "You're riding with me."

Ivory nodded her head and sat behind Dante. Carefully, she wrapped her arms around his middle and rested her cheek against his back. She hadn't realized how cold the night had been until she felt his heat against her cold body. What was it her sister had always said?

"Heat is what draws people together or what forces them apart. It just depends on the season," Ebony quoted aloud so her sister could hear. The girls shared a smile, much to Dante's confusion.

"Ya' feeling warm yet?" Dante asked cockily, referring to the twin's comment. He grinned when the girl behind him ducked her head behind his shoulder so he couldn't see her face. Maybe this night hadn't been such a waste.

"Get on," Vergil ordered the younger sister, annoyed at the turn of events that had taken place. The last thing he needed was a slave. At least she had said she could help him become a full devil.

"Yes, oh great and wise master," the girl mocked with a slight curtsey before quickly getting on behind the devil. Vergil glared at her before they sped off into the night.