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Summary: Sparda defeated Mundus only for the purpose of taking over the world himself.

Warnings: Evil Sparda, Evil Dante, Evil Vergil (aka being himself), incest, non-consensual, violence, AU, dark, and others.

Sparda/Dante/Vergil

Dante/Vergil

Dante/Nero/Vergil…

Maybe later on some Sparda/Dante/Nero/Vergil

This will be slightly dark. Please read the warnings and the pairings before you commence reading. Do NOT read if you are the squeamish type and intend to flame me. I warned you.

Lawless Paragon

Chapter 1

Sparda sat on his throne with his long legs crossed and a bored expression on his handsome face as he contemplated the pathetic creature at his feet.

"Well…what do you have to say for yourself Arkham?" he questioned.

The man known also as the demon specter Jester merely groaned in pain. He had been beaten bloody by the guards before being dragged to their sovereign's throne room so that the Sparda twins, Dante and Vergil, could exact their own punishment on him before being judged. Bruises, cuts, burns, lacerations, and broken bones decorated every inch of Jester's body. The twin sons of Sparda now flanked him so as to prevent any attempts at escape.

"Lord Sparda, please!" Arkham gasped, spitting out blood as he aggravated his internal injuries. "What you are doing is cruel! The humans deserve better than to be crowded into prisons labeled as 'reservations' and subjected to your demons' treatment."

Sparda harrumphed.

"I believe that that is for me to decide, not you." he said as he pulled a dagger out of thin air and began to examine it.

"Tell me Jester, you have a child, a human daughter, do you not?"

Jester's eyes widened in shock

"Yes, Jester, I knew about her, and I knew that she was born human from a human mother," Sparda said, his eyes tracing the sharp edge and disregarding the wretched look on Jester's face. "You know what our policy is for hybrids: instant death from infancy, the same goes for their mothers. You knew those rules well; they were set for a specific reason." He twirled the blade between his long slender fingers as he continued, "They are there for fear that such children would be born powerful and rise against us. And yet you proceeded to protect her and care for her anyway."

Sparda leaned forward in his seat and placed his elbows on his knees, his hands dangling between them still clutching the dagger as he stared into Arkham's mismatched eyes.

"The only reason I allowed this to go on as long as it did was because you were one of my most loyal subjects, and the one whom helped me overthrow Mundus when we first came to this realm," he said, "And because she -your ill begotten spawn- was born a normal, feeble human as opposed to a hybrid." A look of cold cruelty flashed across Sparda's face before quickly being replaced by the usual dull look. "But I see now that this relationship has tainted you-weakened you-to sympathize with the pitiful mortals. That is unacceptable. I can only have the strongest among my order."

Sparda leaned back and crossed his legs once again.

"Once you are dead the ban on her life will be lifted and she will become free game for the demons, just like the rest of her mortal brothers."

Arkham's eyes widened, his body trembled in abject terror. "N-NO!"

The demon lord ignored him and turned to his youngest, "Dante, will you please see to this creature's termination."

Dante smiled sadistically and moved forward.

The red clad twin took great pleasure in the look of despair in the other's eyes as he pulled out Rebellion and kicked the kneeling man onto his back. He placed the sharp blade to Arkham's chest before slowly, and torturously, pushing the blade down to sink one agonizing inch after agonizing inch into bruised flesh before the howling man was impaled fully on his sword and pinned down in place to slowly bleed on the marble floor beneath him.

"What about his daughter?" Dante asked as he maliciously twisted the sword, earning him a high scream of agony from the broken man. "Can I have fun with her before I kill her too?"

"Of course," Sparda said, the look of boredom never once dropping from his face. "She is, after all, merely a human. And humans do not deserve any such sympathy from us." Arkham's broken, bloody wail echo through out the vast marble room, "Just be sure to kill her after you are done 'playing' with her. We can't have any filthy hybrids running around now, can we?"

"N-No…" Arkham somehow managed out despite the broken sternum, complete misery evident in his face over the fate of his only daughter. "P-please, please…don't hurt he-" but his pleading was cut off by a katana to the neck, compliments of Vergil's Yamato.

"Hey!" Dante whined as he turned to his elder brother, "What did you do that for? I was having fun. I wanted to see how long he could go on begging for the girl's life while I bled him out."

Vergil pulled out his blade from the now motionless corpse before cleaning it on the clothes and sheathing it.

"That, dear brother, is exactly why I did it. You looked like you were happy. I don't like to see you happy."

Dante stuck out his tongue at his brother like a petulant child as opposed to the 23 year old half devil prince that he was supposed to be.

"Fuck you Vergil."

"Maybe later," the blue clad double replied monotonously. "For now you'll just have to contend yourself with fucking the girl, whom I believe her name is Mary."

Dante smirked.

"Oh yeah, want to come with?"

"Maybe later, I have to go prepare some troops to hunt down a few rebel human forces in the north." The elder said as he turned to his father, "Father." He excused himself before turning to leave through the side entrance.

Dante shrugged.

"Oh well, more for me." The younger turned to his father as well. "Later pops."

"That's father to you," Sparda replied with fond exasperation at his son's retreating back.

"Okay daddy," Dante replied as he disappeared behind the large doors.

Sparda shook his head, a fond smile on his lips.

When Mundus first attempted to escape the underworld in order to take over the human realm 30 years ago Sparda had went out of his way to assist the monarch. But when the future had been at hand treachery was the name of the tune Sparda was singing. He had had Mundus assassinated, took over, and assumed position of power in Capulet city after raising his large imperial palace in the heart of the remnant capital. But unlike Mundus's original plan, he did not allow the worlds to merge.

Sparda knew that such a move would only mean that he would get greater opposition if all demons of the underworld were allowed access to this world. That was why he only allowed his army to pass first and seize control before slowly, and meticulously, filtering the rest of the demon population through.

Slowly but assuredly the demon population overwhelmed the planet. Yet, he still refused to merge the worlds despite all the protests he received from both his council and his subjects.

It was probably a good thing that it was Sparda who took over instead of Mundus. Had it been any other demon warlord the human population would have undoubtedly been wiped out. But the new budding lord felt some pity for the weak race and decided to merely decimate the population and leave the rest to live in small concentration camps barred from the rest of demon infested world through large stone walls. The 'reservations', as he liked to call them, were small, filthy, and cramped, and were constantly ailing from one sort of misery or deficiency, or another. At times it astounded Sparda how the feeble species managed to survive despite the conditions they existed in. He chalked it up to their inane need to breed like vermin.

In any case, those weak creatures were isolated from the now demon claimed lands. But every now and then there were escape attempts. Most humans that tried to make a run for it perished in the attempt, only the rare few survived only to later on be killed by some wandering demons, hunger, or the cold.

Then there was the fact that some demons would try to sneak in; curious to taste human flesh, or to sample the human women and men as bed partner. Both acts had been later prohibited by Sparda himself.

The demons of course complained, stating that the humans were 'good stuff', and as superiors to them they aught to be allowed to take some for their liking. But Sparda did not relent from his decision, for good reasons. First, he saw that consuming the flesh of the lesser species might contaminate the demonic bloodline.

Second, any spawn brought on by the joining of a female human and male demon may result in strong offspring that could work together to fight against their oppressors.

Oh, but those human females were oh so soft and fuckable. He couldn't blame his minions for wanting to indulge in a woman's touch. He himself had done so only once before (unlike his son Dante who liked to take a human woman to his bed every single night and killing them the moment he was done) and the wench had bore him twin offspring before he had her executed.

But the risk of a breed of strong rebels rising to form a resistance against them was too great. That was why although he turned a blind eye to any 'fun' his subjects participated in he also instructed that after they were done the human females, and any young they carried, would instantly be killed.

The rule might have been a tad hypocritical of him, as Sparda himself had fostered his own two hellions from that Eva woman. But he always argued that they had half of his noble mighty blood running through their veins to compensate for any human deficiencies. Not to mention that he had had their mother instantly killed soon after she gave birth so as not to allow her to plant any seeds of sympathy in their hearts for the human cause.

The twins had grown up to prove to be worthy of the Sparda line. Although only half demon, they could vanquish any full blooded demon with minimum effort. Not to mention that they developed some skills and powers that he Sparda himself could never be capable of. They were powerful allies, and formidable opponents. And Sparda came to love them with a fierce passion, spoiling them thoroughly by granting them their every wish no matter how great or small.

Yes, life for Lord Sparda was perfect. He had his power, his sons, his kingdom, and a bright future lay ahead of him.

What more could he possibly want?

TBC

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