The night was cold and dark, but that was seemingly ineffective on the demon boys as the trounced around in front of their father. The twins stopped and grinned at each other, Dante brandishing a rapier at his brother and Vergil unsheathing his fake katana. It was only eight o'clock but the sun had fallen and the streets were cluttered with little princesses and angels and assorted creatures of the night. Dante and Vergil however, were a pirate and ninja, respectively, battling in the street with their fake weapons, while their father, Zorro, watched while speaking on the phone with their mother.
"It'll be alright, Eva," Vergil heard his father explain with a chuckle. "I'm here with them, nothing will happen." There was a pause before the man let out a great chuckle. "You give me too little credit my dear, have some faith, there's nothing that could go wrong." It was a moment again before he said. "I love you too my sweet." and a soft clack sounded, signaling the end of the phone call between the demon and his bride. "Alright you two!" He called up to his sons, who were now around halfway up the street, still fighting with their plastic weapons. "Don't stray too far!"
The fighting ceased when Dante and Vergil grinned back at him. "We won't, father!" Vergil called, before dodging one of his brothers attacks and scampering over to a home where one of their neighbors waited, chuckling, on her porch, with a bowl of candy in her time withered hands.
Sparda stood at the end of the drive, smiling as he heard his sons in chime 'Trick or Treat!' along with a chorus of giggles and thankyous as they were given candy by their neighbor.
Time seemed to slow down when the twins turned, all smiles and giggles, back to their father. Sparda watched on as, out of the shadows of the house, dark figures loomed over his two sons, mocking sneers crossing over their hideous features, hunched figures leaning forward to grab at his sons with clawed hands.
"Come on boys!" Sparda called, willing his voice to not portray his anxiety on the matter too openly. "Go on ahead, I've got something to discuss with Ms. Anderson." He smiled at them as they moved along, the only figured not slowed by the presence of the demon world. Neither of them could grasp what was happening, too young to understand fully the darkness that engulfed them, too naive to fully grasp that the darkness they were going along in was not the darkness of Halloween Night in the neighborhood closest to their wooded home.
Sparda waited until his sons were at a distance where they would not be harmed, but he could still keep an eye on their silver-headed figures clashing around in the street, roaming house to house for candy. He turned to the demons, withdrawing his sword from it's place under his cape. "I believe," He stated, untying the mask from his face. "That your battle is with me."
When the demons charged, Sparda could hear the mournful cries of thousands of men and women whose souls had been taken by the hideous creatures that attacked. It pained him to hear these cries, after such a long time, 2000 years in the human realm, it hurt his own soul, demonic itself, to hear the cries of the people that he had tried so hard to fight for. Demons would not get them, tonight, however. They would not reap the souls of the living on his watch.
Sword clashed with scythe and skin of the demons, a metallic ringing pounding through his ears. It had been a long time since he had fought demons, but the fact still remained that the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda, had still kept up with his legendary swordsman skills. He dodged blow after blow, slicking through demon as though they were merely tomatoes that needed chopping for dinner.
One by one the other-worldly spirits turned to sand, falling down to the ground with low hisses. After each slain demon Sparda cast a glance up at his two sons, moving freely around the street, both all smiles and giggles. If only they were old enough to grasp this... He thought to himself as the dense atmosphere got thinner and thinner with each demon down.
It was when the last demon was down that Dante and Vergil noticed the change in the atmosphere. Dante looked back, and Sparda, through the darkness, could see a shudder wrack through his son's body. "Daddy!" Dante called back, waving his candy-bagless arm out at Sparda. "Hurry up, it's getting creepier out!"
Vergil gave a nod to back his brother up, and a quick glance at the woods that surrounded the area to the left of them.
Sparda chuckled and tied the Zorro mask back on himself, striding forward to meet his sons up the street. "Alright boys," He said, grinning at them both. "Lead the way!"