I'm back with a brand new Sons of Sparda. I know I said on my profile that I'll bring out next year, but I couldn't wait. However, it may be a while before the next chapter, as I'm continuing on with my Fatal Lightning 3 fic, but in the meantime, enjoy this latest instalment

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BLAM!

"Nice shot," Dante said, "But you were a little off-target"

"I was not," Celeste said, glaring at him, "It was dead-on"

"Fine, whatever you say"

BLAM!

The tin dropped off the wall, the bullet striking it dead centre. Dante smirked at his sister, who growled under her breath and took aim again, before pulling the trigger

BLAM! BLAM!

Two tins were blown off, struck in the centre. Dante raised an eyebrow, as Celeste smiled at him

"Fluke shot"

"Whatever. At least, I can still save your life. I think I've proved that already, haven't I?"

"Yeah, I guess so"

Dante grabbed Ebony and knocked the rest of the tins off, smirking as he did, before heading over to the wall and setting the tins back up again

"Nervous?" Celeste asked

"About kicking your ass again? Never?"

"About the wedding, idiot"

Dante's smile faded

"Oh yeah, that"

Celeste raised an eyebrow at her brother, as he toyed around with his guns, before looking up at her questioning face

"Okay, yeah, I am a bit nervous. I mean, I'm getting married. What are the chances of that ever happening?"

"Want me to answer that question?"

"No"

Dante chuckled

"I still can't believe it, really. I'm getting married"

"Yeah and you're not the only one. Nero's gonna get hitched soon and so will Vergil, which, whoa stop and marvel at that concept"

Dante smiled, as his thoughts drifted. In less than two weeks, he was getting married, the first of the four children to do so. Nero and Kyrie's wedding was planned to happen in the next two months, while Vergil and Lady's wedding was going to be another two months after that

"I think we're lucky things have quieted down around here," Celeste continued, "Otherwise, damn, imagine your honeymoon. Constant demon slaying"

"I wouldn't mind that for a honeymoon"

"Oh, you are sad. Trish will kill you for that. You know what she wants for the honeymoon: a nice, peaceful and relaxing two weeks at some flashy resort"

"Yeah, it'll be great. No responsibilities, no worries, nothing for two whole weeks"

"Hoping that nothing big and bad will show up during those precious weeks"

"You know, saying that will just jinx it all and I don't need that"

"Sorry"

Celeste whipped out both handguns and blasted the tins off the wall in quick succession. Dante raised an eyebrow at her and she smirked

"Couldn't help it," she said

"Uh-huh"

"So, how long has Trish got to go?" Celeste asked suddenly

"Huh? Oh, she's got a while yet"

"Hormones kicking in yet?"

Dante gulped

"No. Not yet. At least, I don't think so. I'm not sure"

"Yep, they've kicked in. Good on ya"

"Yeah, gee thanks. Thanks for bringing it up too"

"Ah, you don't have to worry about it for another six, seven months"

"And again, thanks for bringing it up"

"What are annoying little sisters for?"

"Good question. By the way, Granddad is coming, right? He hasn't forgotten?"

"What, the first marriage of one of his grandkids or the arrival of his future great-grandkids?"

"The marriage, moron"

"Oh yeah, I told him. He's coming"

"In human form?"

"Yes"

"Good. Now, you up for some more practice?"

Celeste grinned

"You're on"

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"So, how do I look?"

Vergil looked up from his magazine at Lady. She was wearing a creamy spaghetti-strapped dress that had a slit on the left side, as well as her cream high-heels

"You look really good. Prefer the sparkling light blue dress"

"That's for the reception, darling"

"I know. And you do look really nice"

"Good. So, where's your suit?"

"You'll see it on the day," Vergil answered, going back to his magazine

Lady took the magazine out of his hands and tossed it aside, ignoring his protests

"Hey, I was reading that"

"I know. Your attention should be on me right now, not that car mag"

"Motorcycle mag"

"Whatever," Lady snorted, "Why don't you put your tux on?"

"Because I don't like wearing them in general. Like I said, you'll see it on the day, cause that's the only day you're meant to see it"

"Go put it on. I want to see what you look like in it"

"No. I put it on, it's gonna end up leading somewhere"

Lady leaned closer, resting her hands on his thighs

"Somewhere good?" she asked huskily

Vergil grinned and gave her a small kiss

"You bet. And I don't want to ruin the suit or your dress in the moment"

"So, I'll take the dress off and we can go from there"

Vergil smiled wickedly

"Oh, you are a naughty, naughty girl"

"And you love it"

"Okay, that's it. We're gonna keep going. Come here"

"Don't ruin the dress"

"So take it off"

Lady smirked and turned away, heading to their bedroom and closing the door. Vergil rolled his eyes, put his magazine neatly on the table and raced off after her

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"Dante, have we got everything?"

Dante had just barely got home when Trish asked him that question

"Yeah, we do," he answered, heading towards his desk where she was sitting

"I just wanna make sure, that's all"

"I know, dear. And it's gonna be perfect"

"I hope so. I don't want this to be ruined"

"And it won't be," Dante said, kissing the top of her head, "So, how are they?"

Trish grabbed his hand and placed it against her stomach

"They haven't given me much trouble today, which is a good thing"

Dante smiled when he felt one of the foetuses move, followed by a small kick which he was sure came from the twin. A few weeks ago, Dante and Trish had an ultrasound carried out and discovered that Trish was carrying twins. She was about fourteen weeks along and her pregnancy was just noticeable. There was also the morning sickness that came with in, with Trish throwing up nearly every morning, waking up Dante in the process

"I can't wait for them to arrive," Dante smiled

"Never can I," said Trish, giving him a kiss

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