Chapter 1
The sons of SPARDA
The sons of Sparta were born from a human mother. She was a formidable woman to have survived the birth of Not one but two sons of an extremely powerful demon. She was as beautiful as she was strong. She was 5 foot seven with a slender build and long flowing golden hair. Being the daughter of a police officer, she knew how to defend herself. And her father made sure that she knew how to handle a gun.
The boys were named after their mother's favorite literary characters. Dante was a legendary hero who traversed hell and purgatory in a fight for his very soul. Virgil being a wise and cunning soul was Dantes guide.
The boys, although identical twins, couldn't be more different from each other. Dante was impetuous and fearless. He would jump head first into anything and then improvise. Virgil was calm and collected. He seemed to analyze everything before making his decision. While Dante was covered in bruises and scrapes, Vergil was clean and always there to help Dante up. Dante didn't care to know about their father. He felt abandoned and didn't want to waste time thinking about it. Vergil wanted to know more about their father. He felt that knowing where he came from might help him better control his abilities. The boys were born with white hair, almost silver. Dante's hair was always messy and in his face, while Vergil's hair was pushed back and pointed upwards.
When the twins were born they were taken to the city of Ventura. It might be called a city, but it seemed more like a small town with old world architecture. Most of the roads were cobblestone. The buildings were gothic and the weather seemed to always be gloomy as if there was constantly a wall of clouds hovering over the city. The inhabitants of Ventura mostly kept to themselves which was favorable for keeping the boys hidden from the world.
When the boys started showing signs of their demon heritage, their mother believed it was a good idea to get them started in the martial arts. She felt that the martial arts were the best way to help them control their powers as they manifested. Their master was an old friend of her father's named Spencer. Spencer was in his thirties when the boys were born. He was a formidable fighter, weapons master and hunter. He stood 6'2" and had a very strong build. Years of training had made him agile and strong. He had dark brown hair and a thick mustache. Spencer was covered in scars from life experience. He was happy to train the boys because he knew their origins and agreed with their mother about teaching them to control their power.
The dojo where the boys trained was set on a mountain just above the cloud line. Every day the boys walked through a large iron gate and up the steep mountain trail to get to their dojo. The entrance to the mountain trail was on the edge of the city. Spencer had acquired this long ago. He had set it up as a bunker once he learned about the existence of demons. He amassed a large collection of weapons and artifacts(that would later be known as devil arms) and stored them there. The mountain overlooked the city and the dojo was the ideal place for the boys to train. It was secluded, spacious and if the boys got out of control the walls were very strong. Spencer designed the dojo just like an old Japanese Dojo right down to the bamboo water feature pouring water into a koi pond. The walls and floor were made of the strongest wood he could find and the doors all slid open. He wanted an authentic feel for the martial arts and weapons training. Just like the training he had received.
The personalities of Dante and Vergil were evident when it came to their training. When learning a new technique Dante would immediately try it and fail repeatedly until he got it right. He sometimes adjusted the technique to fit him. Vergil, on the other hand, would watch the master repeatedly until he felt he was ready and then would master the technique almost instantly after attempting it.
The boys strength was growing exponentially. Due to their power they could only spar against each other. After only a year it was even difficult for Spencer to keep up with their abilities.
After three years Spencer had started them on weapons training. Dante, being the powerhouse enjoyed swinging the broad swords. Vervil's taste was more refined. He enjoyed the sleek precise feel of the katana. It seemed to fit his personality when fighting, cold, precise and calculated.
The boys loved their training sessions together. The rest of the time they were being told to suppress their powers, but when they trained, they nearly went all out. Once they were proficient with weapons, Spencer let them spar. To the boys, this was playtime. They would go at each other with joy. Dante's smile was always evident while Vergil's was nearly hidden. One had to look closely to notice the edges of his lips curling. They would bruise and cut each other with reckless abandon knowing that with a little time and concentration all their wounds would heal. They had learned to harness their energy to enhance their healing and movements. The boys were inseparable. And with every passing day they would make themselves stronger by training against each other and trying to outdo each other. After all, Iron sharpens iron.
