A.N. This first chapter is actually more like a prologue. I just wanted to name it. Normally I avoid naming chapters but I think it'll give me more focus if I try it out this way. With this being a prologue, even if it does say chapter one, you can rest assured that the rest of the story isn't going to be this choppy. Also, this will also be my longest author's notes I'm going to write. It'll probably be longer than the freaking chapter. So read it if you care. Skip if you don't.
I got this idea while I was bored at work with not much else to do. So I pulled out my notepad and started to write something random. I thought it would be interesting to see what Vergil and Dante would be like if they went to high school together. Of course, if they went to school together, I'd imagine they'd have to have some sort of guardian. So I thought, what the hell, if I'm gonna do it, I should go all the way. Thus, Eva is alive while the twins are teenagers. I thought about bringing Sparda back to life but decided against it. Don't get me wrong, I love Sparda and everything, but it would just make life too easy. Eva wouldn't have the trouble of raise two sons vastly stronger that her and highly intelligent all by herself. She'd just leave disciplining them mainly to Sparda who could handle it. Plus, any demons stupid enough to attack them would be taken care of too swiftly for my liking. I get the feeling Sparda's kinda strong (wink). In other words, things would be boring.
So, to create more drama, I'm leaving the story as close to the original as I possibly can excluding the fact that Eva is still alive and raising Dante and Vergil. Of course, that in itself changes the whole story, so let's just see where this takes us, eh?
Chapter One: Rain
"You've heard of it haven't you? The legend of Sparda? When I was young, my father would tell me stories about it. Long ago, in ancient times, a demon rebelled against his own kind for the sake of the human race. With his sword, he shut the portal to the demonic world and sealed the evil entities off from our human world. But since he was a demon himself, his power was also trapped on the other side.
"I never believed it. I thought it was just a child's fairytale. But I discovered that this so called legend wasn't a myth at all. Sparda existed. How do I know? Well, I've met the sons of Sparda. Both of them. Though the same blood of their father flowed through their veins, the two battled each other fiercely like arch enemies. It seemed as if they derived some sort of twisted pleasure from this brotherly fighting. But in the end, only one was left standing."
A man draped in shadows bent over a weathered book written in a language that man should not understand. He muttered to himself persistently, running a gnarled finger down the page of hieroglyphs as he studied what the old book had within it's crumpled pages. The waning moon shrunk behind a dark raincloud and a fat drop of water landed on the page right above the man's finger, smearing the ink. The man cursed at the falling heavens and hid the book under his coat. Damn him for not being able to wait! He should have waited until he was inside, but his excitement over getting the book had taken hold of him and he had opened it as soon as he could.
Another drop landed on the man's head. Then another, and another. Before he knew it, the street was soaked and so was his coat, letting the water run through and dampen the man's precious book. Swearing at his luck, the man took a limping trot down the street to his home. To his beautiful wife and to his young daughter.
The man knew he would have to hide the book so they would never find it.
Damn!
Thunder crashed right next to Eva's window, waking her with a startled scream. Luckily for her, it wasn't too loud, nor was it too long. She didn't want to wake her children. Grabbing her chest in effort to calm her racing heart, Eva slowly sat up and looked around her room. Her room. Hers.
Not theirs.
How long had she thought of it that way?
Shaking her head in reprimand, Eva took a deep breath. It was all for the best. Sparda was gone and he was not coming back. No matter how much she wished for him to.
The sound of a baby's cry could barely be heard over the pattering of the rain and the rumbling of the now distant thunder. It was a good thing the storm was moving along. She hated the rain. It reminded her too much of that day she knew he would never come back.
The cry of the baby's wails grew in volume, adding another cry in response.
Great. Dante, always the one to fuss first, must have woken Vergil. It would be forever before she could get both of them to sleep. They fed off each other's cries.
Eva got up and shuffled to the nursery where the twins slept.
It was going to be a long night.
Deborah ran as fast as her skinny legs could carry her. Oh, how she hated the night life. Creep client after creep client and now, to top it all off, it was raining. Deborah nearly slipped as she skidded to a stop under the awning of a dingy pawn shop. Shivering, she pulled her bright green, too small jacked over her eye-catching cleavage. Normally, it was good for business if she let herself be seen. But a girl couldn't make money if she had a snotty nose and was sneezing into her client's faces, while others showed off their sickly skinny, "healthy" bodies for the taking. Deborah supposed she could lower her price if it came to that, but Jared would not like that and besides, she needed that money. Kenneth's life depended on it.
Kenneth.
Her sick boy was dying. And Deborah feared there really was nothing she could do to help him. Medicine was so expensive to come by, let alone the food she needed to buy and the rent she was behind on again.
A slick, blue sedan pulled up next to the curb she was standing near. A tinted window rolled down and Deborah could barely see the face of some executive giving her an appreciative look. "Why hello there little lady. You look cold. I've got a nice warm place we can… do things in," the man yelled over the rain flashing some green.
Deborah stepped off the side walk and slid in the man's car.
She never knew what hit her. But the car was torn in shreds and Deborah's brown eyes looked in dead fear at her headless body.
Kenneth wouldn't get breakfast that morning.
The Shadow grinned like a Cheshire cat before disappearing from it's nightly snack.
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