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About a week pasted since Sparda showed up at Devil May Cry, and Dante won't admit it, but he enjoyed the elder Dark Knight's presence. Sparda and Dante spent the week catching up. Dante faintly explained what happened with Vergil, Temen-ni-gru, Mallet Island, and Mundus, everything he could recall. Sparda explained were he had been this whole time.

"I left after feeling a strong devil near the house, I figured they were after me, I did everything in my power to keep you kids hidden. Wards, Barriers, Home-school, Fake names, the list goes on." Sparda sighed sadly then continued.

"I barely managed to kill the devil, I'm sure you know the legends, most of them are true. I did seal most of my powers away, again, to hide us. It worked, Eva couldn't tell I was a Devil and she had years of demon hunting."

Dante raised an eyebrow. Sparda saw the question coming and raised a hand before Dante spoke. "Yes, Eva was a demon hunter, a very good one as well. I was sposta kill her. She managed to learn our ranks, fighting styles, our leaders; she was a sneaky little human." Sparda chuckled a bit and a smile found its way on his face.

"She was an odd, odd human. When I found her I was in a human form. Similar to how I look now but my hair was down. She started flirting with me, I don't know why I fell for her, but I did, I couldn't kill her. She was the sole reason I rebelled, humans were nothing like we were told." He glanced at Dante, who was not surprisingly, shocked as hell.

"Mom was a demon hunter?"

Dante stared at Sparda as if he grew a second head. His icy blue orbs were filled with disbelieve, shock, slight anger, hurt, damn near every emotion he could feel. How the bloody hell did a few low-life scum-bag demons kill such an infamous demon hunter? Noting was adding up to Dante at this point, he was half expecting to wake up and find out he was put in a comma and this was all a sick, twisted joke God was playing on his already strained heart. Concerting the amount of bullshit Dante was dragged through in his short life... He shook his head and laid his head on his hands.

"Oh I still have demon blood on these gloves... I should clean that one day..."

Sparda stayed silent watching his son's reaction. He figured by now Dante would be trying to tear Sparda limb from limb. But alas, he was deep in thought. Dante's eyes told Sparda everything he was thinking; how was she killed if she was such a good hunter, why was this happening to him, was this all real? He watched helplessly as his sons shoulders slumped forward and he let his head fall into his hands. He stood up and glanced around the shop before noticing something interesting, the sword Sparda. He smiled a bit before walking over to it, gently picking it up he sent a surge of his energy throughout his old sword. A bright flash of light caused Dante to look over at Sparda, in one hand was Vergil's half of the amulet, the other, Forced Edge. Sparda put on the amulet and looked over at Dante, who was still visibly upset and emotional, now had a confused look.

"I thought once it was awakened you can't change it back?"

Sparda shrugged it off. "How easily can you hide a massive, glowing, flesh-like sword?"

"Not very well..." Dante learned that one first hand. That's a story for another day.

"As I was saying, after I met Eva my whole outlook on humans changed. I rebelled with a few other Devils and we went our serpent ways. We married and soon she gave birth to you and Vergil." He chuckled a bit, clearly lost in his memories.

"She wanted to kill me some days. Twin Half Devils... Oh god you were terrors as soon as you could move. "Sparda rambled on like this for a few hours. Dante smiled as he listened to how he and Vergil were as children. Apparently even as babies they would fight each other. Finally Sparda reached to when he found Eva.

"I came home and saw just charred remains of it. My heart sank into my feet. I dashed to what was left and saw her in the back yard. I... I could barely tell it was her... Her body..." Sparda choked back tears pausing to regain his composure. "She was shredded... The rage... I was forced into my true form and took a good long sniff of her body and all the son of a bitch demons that dared touched her."

As he spoke Dante noticed a black Aura around him and his Devil claws wrapping around the Forced Edge tightly. He let out a deep, hate filled growl. Dante's Devil spoke up.

"Listen, I get the whole 'heartwarming family reunion thing' but if he gets out of hand. Fuck that. Run your sorry ass out of here or I'll do it for you."

"That aura..." Dante held his ground but he couldn't help the slight hint of fear that was in his eyes. He knew his father was powerful. But never in his life did he feel such a dark, devastating aura. This made Mundus look like a low-class demon. Sparda noticed his sons fear and took a deep breath pushing back his anger.

"Sorry."

He walked over and sat down on the couch facing the old box T.V before looking over at Dante. He shifted slightly and looked at his dad waving him on to finish speaking. Sparda nodded.

"I spent the next... twenty was it? Years hunting down and slowly torturing each of those demons, I was on the final son of a bitch when I saw he was already dead. And then I caught your sent. I figured you and Vergil died in the fire. I followed it to this city and started asking around. First I asked around as Dante. Only answers were 'That red-clad demon hunter? I don't know where he lives. 'Or 'Pff, I like my life thank you very much.' So I tried Tony, again, nothing."

Sparda looked up the ceiling and sighed.

"Went into an older diner and finally got a shop name. Interesting name I must say." As he finished they heard a car pull up and Dante uttered a few nasty cusses and leaped off his seat. Within milliseconds he was at the door locking it. A look of relief washed over Dante's face, till he heard a voice from the other side of the door.

"Dante I know you just locked it. Open up." Damn. It. .Hell.

"Morrison I'm busy. Leave me alone." Dante sounded like a little boy begging his mom for a new toy.

"And completely forget about the mission you and, Alex was it, agreed to?" Dante shot his father a death glare before opening the door and sighing, clearly annoyed.

In a vague attempt to hide the fact that Sparda was Dante's dad, and the divine hell that would be raised if humans learned Sparda was alive, he took on the name Alex Redgrave, Just like Dante had Tony Redgrave. He introduced Sparda as his longtime friend and someone who was like a blood brother to him, explaining the same last name. Morrison fell for it thank God.

"HI~!" the loud screech made both Devils hold their ears in pain before glaring at the short, Very Annoying, blonde girl who walked in.

"This place is a dump! Don't you clean?!" Sparda's eye twitched. He had JUST cleaned this 'dump'. Who was this snob to walk in here like she owned it? He swore, if he ever broke his oath and killed a human, she would be the human he killed.

"So where do we need to take her, Morrison. " He explained the mission, take her to some fancy mansion so she can claim some a large sum of money, Dante barely listen till Morrison gave him her name, Patty Lowell. Sighing, he grabbed his keys, snuck rebellion into a guitar case and did the same to Forced Edge and tossed Sparda's to him. He caught it with ease and smiled his eyes flashing 'Good idea'. They walked to the convertible and got in, Dante in driver's seat, Sparda in the passenger seat, and Patty in the back with the swords.

"So. Are you guys in a band or something?" Patty leaned inbetween the seats.

Sparda replied letting Dante focus on the road.

"Kind of, it's a special kind of band."

"Cool! Can come to one of your concerts?"

Sparda and Dante winched at the high-pitched squeal. Dante responded before his dad could.

"It's for adults only." His voice was un-naturally dry when he spoke. Sparda looked and saw why, a demon. Sparda quickly covered Patty's eyes as Dante took out Ebony and killed the lower demon with one charged shot, a bit too easy...

Patty spent the rest of the drive complaining and whining about how she wanted to see one of their shows. Sparda swore, never in his life did he come this close to killing a human child, but in his defense, she was so god damn annoying!

They pulled up to the motel and walked in; Dante swore he heard God laughing at him, walking out was his old partner, Trish. She looked at him, then to Sparda. Sparda's jaw was open in shock and he dropped the guitar case. Sparda's voice was hardly a whisper, his body shaking violently in pure shock.

"E-E... Eva..."

"God... Do you hate me or something...?" His smartass Devil side replied.

"You're a half-devil dumbass. Of course God hates you"

"You're an asshole." Dante hissed back to his Devil. This was going to be a long night...

I do have plans to add the first week Sparda was at DMC. Was going to use it as chapter two but it didnt feel right