Chapter One: The End… Or The Beginning?

Dante ran forward frantically, trying to get to his brother before he fell from the ledge. His arm stretched out, towards the blue-clad half-devil in front of him…..

Five minutes earlier

The air in that part of the demon world was thick with the sound of clashing steel, as two brothers fought to the death over their father's power…..

Dante rushed his brother, swinging Rebellion in a mighty overhand blow, hoping to end this fight as fast as possible, hopefully without killing his brother. The blade slid towards the hilt of Yamato, his brother's katana. The two swords locked at the hilts, the brother's faces inches from each other. "Why are you doing this, Vergil?" Dante asked his brother-turned-nemesis. Vergil pushed against Dante's blade, saying, "I told you, Dante. Without power, you can't protect anything, least of all, yourself!" With a mighty shove, Vergil disengaged their blades, causing Dante to recoil. Vergil had disappeared from in front of him, to a point about thirty feet behind his brother. With a flourish, Vergil sheathed Yamato, and the air around Dante erupted with dozens of Judgement Cuts, scoring his brother's body, blood dripping from the cuts. Almost as fast as they had been inflicted, the cuts started closing, leaving Dante whole and thoroughly un-scored. Dante looked at his brother with a lopsided grin. "Gonna take more than that to keep me down, ya know." Vergil scowled. "Oh, I know." Vergil Devil Triggered, a blast of blue light streaming from his body. Where vergil had once stood, a seven-foot Demon stood. The form of Vergil's Trigger had spiky white horns where his hair had been, and thick, scaly hide covered bulging muscles.

Vergil whipped towards the space his brother was standing in, coming in with a stab that would go straight through Dante's head, if it connected. Vergil thought victory was assured, there was no way his brother could match his speed in this form.

Dante saw his demonic brother sweeping towards him, and time seemed to slow. He could feel the power of his Devil Trigger bubbling beneath his skin, yearning for him to release it, so it could crush this challenge to its dominance. Just before the tip of Yamato slammed into his brain, Dante Triggered, and caught the blade in his scaled, clawed hand. His Trigger was remarkably similar to his brother's, only red, and had the attributes to match. Vergil ground to a halt, his blade trapped uselessly in Dante's hand. Vergil's demonic countenance scowled. "Try as you might, Dante, but you can never defeat me! I alone will hold the power of our father!" Dante grinned at his brother, revealing a mouth full of sharp, pointy, teeth, and slowly shook his head. He tugged forward, and let go of yamato's blade for a split second, and Rebellion darted in, aiming for Vergil's torso. However, when Dante let go of Yamato, Vergil saw an opening, and took full advantage of it. The hand not holding his sword had come forward, locking around Dante's wrist and tugging. Rebellion, off target by barely an inch, sailed harmlessly past, and Vergil darted forth, Yamato leaving a bloody swath through his brother's demonic hide. The pain forced Dante out of Devil trigger, and to his knees,breathing heavily. Vergil walked slowly towards him, certain he was out for the count. He came to a stop right in front of him, and decided to give his brother a merciful death. "I'm sorry it had to come to this," he whispered under his breath. Yamato swept towards Dante's neck, a decapitating blow.

Much to Vergil's surprise, a familiar set of gauntlets and greaves coalesced around Dante's hands and feet, and Yamato ground to a halt on the otherworldly metal. "Really, Dante? You think that the power of the pathetic Beowulf can help you?" Dante didn't even bother answering, and levelled a tremendous punch towards his brother, catching him in the chest, and launching him back with the sound of cracking bones. "No, but it sure as hell shut you up!" Dante flourished Rebellion, and the two began a furious duel, each blow harder than the last, the ground shaking and cracking under the force of the two titanic swordsmen. They fought each other to a standstill, blades locked together."Vergil, I'm giving you one more chance to stop this!" Vergil said nothing, simply teleporting away from the blade-lock. He ended up a good ways from his brother, and began a series of Judgement Cuts towards the red-clad devil hunter. Dante dodged most of them, only a few connecting, and those healed quickly. Dante pulled his two custom .45 handguns, Ebony and Ivory.

Ebony, the black weapon, was designed for long-range,accurate fire,and went in Dante's left hand, while Ivory was designed for rapid, short range fire, and went in Dante's right. His guns let loose a torrent of fiery death, all hurtling towards Vergil. Vergil merely spun his sword at high speed in front of him, effortlessly catching the bullets, and slinging them back towards Dante, and one of them catching Dante square in the forehead, snapping his head back. Dante brought his hand to his forehead, sighing. "What is with every person I've seen i this past two hours shooting me in the face!" Dante flipped Rebellion into a reverse grip, charging demonic energy along the blade, and released a wave of energy in a coruscating red blade that hurtled towards his brother, who simply deflected it to the side, but he was unprepared for the other two he found coming at him. the first cut him across the chest, cutting a deep gash, and the second caught him in his left leg, forcing him to his knees, gasping. "That… hurt."

Dante opened up with Ebony and Ivory, aiming for a incapacitating shot, trying to end the fight. His hopes were dashed, as a brilliant blue explosion expanded from the space his brother occupied. The seven foot Devil rushed Dante, nearly taking off his head with a titanic blow from Vergil's blade. He narrowly dodged, entering his own Triggered state. The blue devil leered at him, and Dante gave a snarl in response. "You cannot defeat me, Dante! I alone will wield Father's power!"

"Look what happened to Arkham, Vergil! He thought he could take Sparda's powers too! Look what he became, because he wasn't worthy!"

"I am worthy, Dante! I am the only one who is!"

Dante merely growled, taking a wild slice at Vergil, who avoided it and came back with a stab that went straight through Dante's demonic hide, and out his back.

Dante smirked, using the fact the Yamato was buried in his chest to yank Vergil, who was gaping in shock at the fact he was still standing, closer. Rebellion slammed into his chest, knocking him out of DT and sending him stumbling back, towards the edge of the cliff. Vergil glared at him, defiant. "I will defeat you, Dante! You will not best me!"

He had been stumbling back while speaking and only a hand's breadth separated his boots from open air. There was a sharp crack, and the rock underneath Vergil gave way, sending him tumbling into an endless abyss. Dante ran forward frantically, trying to get to his brother before he fell from the ledge. His arm stretched out, towards the blue-clad half-devil in front of him…..

And just barely snagged the front of his brother's coat.

Dante heaved with all his might, and his unconscious brother landed on the ledge with a thud.

Dante hooked his thumbs on his belt.

"Well. That was fun!"

Chapter Two: Vergil, Meet Lady! (And Try Not To Kill Each Other)

Dante dragged his brother along by the collar, making sure he didn't disappear. "Come on, Verg! I'm not leaving you here in the demon world! Who knows what might happen to you! Your soul might get stolen and turned into a demon knight!"

"Dante, number one: Do not ever, ever, call me Verg again. Number two: A demon knight? Really? Do you know how low the odds of that happening are?"

"Hey, just cause the odds are low doesn't mean it can't happen!"

"The odds of me disemboweling you are quite high, however."

"Heh, good one. When we get out of the demon world, wanna grab some pizza?"

Vergil looked at his brother with a look that clearly branded him an idiot.

"Dante…. You know what, never mind."

They had by this point, almost made it back to the portal which would transport them to Temen-Ni-Gru, the demonic tower Vergil and Arkham had raised in the middle of the city. When the bickering pair exited the portal, they found a rather irate Lady waiting for them. She marched up to Dante and started yelling at him.

"Where the hell have you been, I've been waiting here for two goddamn hours while you went after that stupid brother of yours, I've had to stand here in the rain the whole time…"

As she paused for breath, she caught a look at Vergil, and became even more furious than before. "Oh, hell no. What in the name of dear Jesus is he doing with you?!?!? I thought you were going to kill him!"

Vergil shot a glance at his brother. "Is she always like this?"

"Eh, it grows on you."

BANG!

BANG!

"OW!"

Lady had grown tired of their banter,and had decided the fastest way to end it was to shoot the both of them in the face.

Vergil looked at her, eyebrows raised.