Random idea. Missed writing about the Sparda boys. So here's s different take on the first game.

DMC: An Alternate Beginning

Prologue

"Devil May Cry…No. We closed at nine." Vergil dropped the receiver back into the cradle with a sneer and returned to doing the menial task of shuffling papers into neat stacks; busy work to keep his mind off of the fact that he and his brother had not had a profitable job in ages. It was also something to distract him from thinking about how his brother was most likely off somewhere, squandering their meager savings on pizza and 'entertainment' magazines.

So when Vergil heard the revving of a motorcycle engine, it made him groan, thinking that it meant Dante was returning home from wherever with his wallet considerably lighter. But the sound of the motorcycle quickly turned into a deafening roar and suddenly a woman on a bike busted through the front doors of Devil May Cry. The rider leapt off and landed neatly in front of Vergil's desk, letting the vehicle continue on and swerve into a pool table, bringing the motorcycle to a halt.

Vergil merely raised an eyebrow at the intruder and set his papers down.

"Only one partner here. Is that right?" the female rider asked.

Vergil curled his lip, deciding that she had to be here for his twin brother. "The idiot is out. How much does he owe you?"

"Excuse me?"

"I had assumed that prostitutes asked for payment up front, but how much does my brother owe you?"

The leather-clad woman frowned. "I'm not a prostitute."

"In that case. I'll be charging extra for the cost of the doors." Vergil got up and walked around to the front of his desk, leaning on it with his arms cross, one hand gripping his sword and sheath which he'd taken from the desk. "What do you want?"

"Where is your brother?"

"You have a message for him? Leave it with me. I'll mention you're dressed in leather and have large breasts. I'm sure he'll get back to you promptly."
The blond woman gave a strained smile. "Are you always this polite to potential clients?"

"Just the ones who crash into my office and break my property," Vergil answered off-handedly. "So I'll ask you again. What do you want?"

The woman tilted her sunglasses down and watched the elder twin closely. "I have a 'special' job. Obviously."

Vergil's eyes widened minutely before they narrowed dangerously, immediately suspicious of the 'potential client' because of her all-too-familiar gaze. "Who are you?" he half growled and the blonde huffed softly in amusement.

"So you can be more hostile," she said, pushing her glasses back up. "The name's Trish."

Vergil watched the movement of her hand as she dropped it back to her side, and then snapped his icy stare back to her. In a flash he had his sword unsheathed and pointed menacingly it at her neck. "Did I ask for your name? I asked who you were. Who sent you?"

"Whoa-ho. Looks like you took a wrong turn, Babe. Nature Calls is in the back." Dante said, smiling non-chalantly as he ambled inside and walked over to the wall, taking down his sword and swinging it casually. "Underworld's sure makin' 'em hotter, huh Verg?" he glanced approvingly at their guest before he suddenly frowned. "Too bad you're one of them."

Trish smiled. "I see you're as welcoming as your brother."

The devil-hunter dressed in red shrugged. "You're kind don't wander in her unless they got a death wish, Babe. Besides. You broke my table. I'm bound to take it personally."

"You boys are quick to hold grudges, aren't you? But that isn't surprising, given that you're the sons of the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda; the half-breeds who lost a mother to evil twenty years ago. The loss has made you untrusting and bitter, I see."

"As you said, it isn't surprising," Vergil replied. "State your business or say good-bye." He pressed his blade into the woman's neck, drawing a short trickle of blood. Trish reached up and held his blade, sending volts of electricity through it and into the devil hunter's body. Vergil hissed in pain and stumbled back into his desk.

Dante came to his brother's rescue and swung his sword at the strange woman, but was clipped under the chin by a stiletto boot from a high kick. His sword was then wrenched from his hand and thrust through his chest. He cried out and fell back over the rubble that had formerly been his pool table.

Trish threw off her sunglasses and laughed. "Are you really the sons of the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda? How do you expect to avenge your family when you can't even use a swo—"

The woman gasped and ducked as she was fired upon simultaneously from two directions, both twins righting themselves at the same time, eyes narrowed and fingers rapidly pressing the triggers of their guns. One held Ebony. The other held Ivory. They stopped firing as one and Dante yanked the sword out of his chest and stabbed it into the ground.

"Way we see it," he said, "You're the first devil to mention our vengeance mission, so it looks like we're finally getting warmer. You picked the wrong door to come crashing through, Babe."

"I don't think so," Trish shook her head and stared at the younger twin. Vergil heard his brother gasp softly and understood that he'd noticed the resemblance of the woman to their mother as well. "I'm a friend," the blond went on. "I've come seeking your help to put an end to the Underworld. Mundus will rise again. He plans to open the gateway on Mallet Island."

"Mundus..." Vergil repeated to himself, staring darkly into space before his eyes drifted over to the picture of his mother, lying on the agency's floor, Trish's glasses sitting on top of it.

"Well." Dante said loudly, taking his finger off the hammer of his gun. "Looks like we're goin' on vacation."