A boy with silver hair stood, smirking smugly at his younger brother who smirked right back. The weapons in their hands connected fiercely as they continued to attack with everything they had.
"Give it up, Sparda. You can't beat me, the prince of the Demon World!" The oldest cackled.
Practically his twin in everything but age, growled. "Shut up, Virgil. Momma says one day, dad's arrogance will get him in serious trouble. The same goes for you!"
The eight year old child known as Virgil never ceased his thunderous laughter. Out of anger, Sparda lunched forward with his weapon and its mark. Virgil looked down in shock.
"W-What?" He stuttered as he watched red stain into his shirt.
Sparda stood up proudly, lowering his sword. "I win."
Virgil dropped to his knees. "No!" He hollered before he collapsed and crumpled to the ground.
Near them, a high pitched giggle broke the grave mood. Sparda turned to see their little sister laughing at Virgil. She had long, soft wavy blonde hair and sky blue eyes. Virgil lifted his head as he pouted to his sister.
"Eva, you're not supposed to laugh when someone dies," Virgil told her.
"But I knew you weren't dead," Eva said, innocently.
"That doesn't matter, you're supposed to cry."
Eva's bottom lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears. Both boys ran to her in alarm.
"No, don't cry, Eva," Sparda pleaded.
"I didn't mean to say it in a mean way, Eva," Virgil tried.
Eva's bottom lip stopped trembling before she broke out into a smile. "See? I can cry if I have to!"
Both boys sweat-dropped as they looked at each other.
"Boys, dinner's ready! Bring Eva down with you!" A voice called from down stairs.
"What do you think momma made for dinner?" Sparda asked.
Virgil shrugged. "Hell if I know."
The two identical siblings held Eva's hands and walked down the stairs to the second level, where the kitchen was. They walked in to find their mother laying down lasagne and a bowl of mash potato in the middle of the table.
"Is dad still not back, mom?" Virgil asked.
The woman sighed. "No. Your dad's still away with Lady and Trish."
"I can't wait till they can take us out with them," Sparda spoke up excitedly as he dug into his food.
Virgil smirked at him, agreeing whole-heartedly. Their mother surprisingly knew they would eventually, when their father saw that they were ready and would take them to hunt lower level demons. Her little girl though, she would train Eva herself. The boys were too much like their father and could already hurt her if they used their full strength. Eva didn't quite have that problem…yet.
Patty, now twenty-four years old, sat down as she watched her three beautiful children eat. A lot of things had changed since Lucifer attacked eight years ago. After she killed Lucifer, she decided to take back her old name, Patty, though it's short for Patricia. She left Soleanna Crystal Lowell back in England. They also changed Devil May Cry. The first level is the same, made for business and their clients. It's also kind of an entertainment area now. The second level has the kitchen, lounge, laundry and whatnot. The third level has the bedrooms. It's a nice place and Patty's real home, where her life first began.
She ate with them and laughed when they told her about their fight upstairs.
"How many times have I told you guys not to use tomato sauce to fill the water balloons?" Patty snapped when she spotted the patches on their shirt.
"But mom, how else will we know when we 'killed' the other?" Virgil asked.
"Just do what your father and I do, whoever pins the other down for five seconds wins," Patty explained.
She left out the part where their sparring turned to matches between the sheets. She blushed as she watched her children continue talking comically.
The two boys were indeed identical with the silver hair and her vibrant deep blue eyes but Virgil was at least a head taller than Sparda. They had their father's cocky personality, especially Virgil, when it came to fighting and each other but had Patty's gentle touch and her cleanliness.
Eva was gentle and kind but when she had a tantrum, you were in for it. Even Dante fears his daughter when she's upset. The only things that make her upset, was if she or her family and friends were hurt, especially her mother.
As Patty forked a small slice of the lasagne into her mouth, she froze when she felt demons entering her home. Eva, felt it too, because let out a whimper, ending Virgil and Sparda's bickering. They saw their mothers' face and knew what Evas' whimper meant. Virgil and Sparda stood when Patty did.
"No, don't," Patty stopped them.
"But, momma-" Virgil protested.
Patty wanted to comfort them because Virgil only called her 'momma' if he was scared or upset.
"Grab Eva and take her upstairs. Stay up there and don't come down until me or your father come for you."
"Momma," Sparda whimpered.
"It'll be fine, sweetie, now go," she said.
They did as she said and ran upstairs. Patty quietly moved to the staircase.
"Momma," she heard a whisper.
She looked up to see Virgil. He held something over the rail before he let them go. Patty caught it and twirled the items in her hands expertly. They were Dante's Ebony and Ivory. He gave them to her. Patty smiled up at her son before she headed down the staircase.
The moment she stepped off the last stair, demons emerged and flew at her.
"Eat this, dick wards!" Patty hissed before she emptied the magazine into them.
Once they were clear of the door way, she ran out into the front room quickly, dodging attacks as she shot those still entering the house. She spotted the body on the ground and the silver hair poking out.
"Dante!" Patty gasped.
She put the guns away before she let a little of her spiritual powers fill her. She had to be careful with her powers around the house. As she got stronger, they hurt even half-breeds and even her children so she relied on guns and swords before her own powers. But these bastards were still coming and she was running out of bullets and had no swords near her. Not to mention it just go personal. Her hands and legs filled with her power before she lunged at those still coming in. One punch was enough to put a whole through their body.
Again and again, she threw fists and kicks. On an adrenaline rush, she panted, eyes darting around the room. Once she was sure it was all clear, she ran to Dante.
"Dante!" She called again as she knelt beside him.
She pushed his bangs out of his face before she gasped. Call it instincts, but she knew it wasn't Dante. Perhaps having her own twins enabled her to be able to tell real's from fakes and this person was definitely not Dante.
"Who…" Patty wondered.
"Momma," Virgil called from the top of the stairs.
The sudden silence downstairs had scared him.
"I'm okay, Virgil," Patty spoke before her eyes widened. "Vergil!" She gasped.
"What? What's wrong!" Virgil called as he ran down the stairs.
Her eyes roamed over Vergil to find he had a sword through his heart.
"Shit," she whispered and grabbed for the sword.
"Momma, don't!" Virgil yelled. "That's not dad."
"I know," Patty spoke before she yanked the sword out.
The action was followed by spurts of blood. A sense of déjà vu hit her.
"Help me get him upstairs."
Virgil did so and they took him to one of the spare rooms. Patty tended to his wounds once she removed his coat and shirt.
"Momma, who is this guy?" Virgil asked.
"He's your dad's twin," Patty spoke softly.
She turned to Virgil and smiled. "Virgil, meet your uncle, Vergil."
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