Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry.

By semi-popular demand… Also, I'm Laryna6 on photobucket too, and if you go there there are candybar dolls of Lucian and Vergil. Also, Lucy is Lucian's hated nickname. He goes by 'Fer by preference. Oh, and Nelo Angelo's teleporting is referred to as a 'special displacement technique.' There actually is a bank called Sparda in Germany.

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"Father did well enough, but it's easier to hide one immortal than a dozen." Vergil sighed and pulled her closer. "I thought you didn't want children?"

"I don't like the idea of waddling around for nine months." Lady made a face. "But… I suppose I want children for a lot of reasons." She touched his face. "I want your children. They say people live on in their children."

Vergil sighed. Lady had refused to have a demon's immortality, and there was no way he would change her against her will. She was healthier than most mortals thanks to the priestess' tainted blood, and she was in perfect shape, he thought as his eyes trailed along her body, but eventually she would die. He kissed her on the cheek. "Something for me to remember you by?"

"I don't want to leave you alone. If you had our children, maybe…" She shook her head. "Can we please not think about this tonight?"

"Lady, this is something we have to think about. Children are a huge responsibility." One that scared him. Father and Mother had both done their best, but even so he and Dante had been left alone. He didn't want that to happen to his children.

If Father could die, so could he. Mundus was dead now, Vergil shuddered at the thought of Mundus getting his hands on his child. There were other reasons he shouldn't have children, especially with Lady, but when had he let shoulds stop him?

"They'll have the whole family to look after them. Dante and Nevan's children are being spoiled rotten. They'll have the best training in the world. And we're smart, we'll figure it out if Dante can."

"I suspect Nevan is the one masterminding matters." Vergil smiled.

"Vergil, I've been thinking about this for months. You don't have to decide tonight." She kissed him.

He regarded her and slowly pushed her down on the bed.

Having children was a perfectly normal thing to do. They were in love, they had a stable marriage, they were wealthy, and healthy.

He realized he wanted children. He knew his hesitation was leftover fear.

Mundus was dead. He wouldn't let the memory deny him anything. Especially not love.

He blessed Sparda's blood as he drank down her lust and gloried in the 'human taint' of love.

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They moved toward each other as one, their gauntleted fists colliding, pushing against each other as their eyes showed the effort and focus. Ribbons of white light and tongues of flame arced in the air as the Devil Arms summoned their powers to aid their wielders.

They realized it was a stalemate at the same instant and flipped back before jumping at each other again.

"Evan, Dante! Get down here! It's time for target practice," Mom shouted up at them, hands on her hips.

They bounded down off the roof, putting away the gauntlets in their training coats. It wasn't safe for the gauntlets to be out around Mom. Ifrit's fire was too hot and Beowulf's light gave her sunburn.

They took out the targets easily, Evan shooting them behind his back and Dan yawning exaggeratedly as he also did trick shots. Guns weren't as fun as getting up close and personal. "I don't see why we have to learn this stuff. Father doesn't use guns," Dan muttered to Evan. "And it takes away our practice time from real weapons." They had to sneak out at night for extra practice. Father knew but didn't tell Mom.

"Even your father needs a long-range weapon, he just uses those conjured swords." Oh great. Mom heard him. Incoming lecture. "Which you don't have enough demonic power to use effectively. There are also some demons that are immune to close-range weapons."

"I can use the swords! See?" Evan shot one at a target. And missed. D'oh.

Mom just raised an eyebrow. "And that used up how much of your power? How many times do I have to tell you, you have to keep your power in reserve. Save it for when you need it instead of relying on it."

They nodded. "Yeah, Mom."

"Keep practicing." She pointed to the rocket launchers. "And quit fooling around."

Dan and Evan headed for the roof again while Mom started to do her own target practice. Finally Dan got a direct hit on Evan. "Score!"

Evan waited for his arm to grow back. It took a couple seconds. "I'll get you for that!" He lunged forward and got Dan with the bayonet.

Dan danced back then used the rocket to propel himself high into the air like Mom had shown them. Dad could get this high by jumping and jumping again. Dan was worried that was one more of the tricks they would have to wait until they were older to have enough power to use.

Man, Verge and Lucy were lucky they were three-quarters. They had demonic energy to burn. And bats and wings were cool. Dan couldn't make up his mind which he wanted.

After all, if humans could become demons there had to be ways a one-quarter demon could become at least half, like Father. Not that he'd let Mom know he was planning that. She'd give him a lecture about how humans weren't weak. After going ballistic.

Sure, Mom wasn't weak. Mom was great, even if she was stupid about refusing to become a demon. Dan didn't want his Mom to die. One time he'd hugged her and seen a gray hair. She'd said it was their fault for acting up that it was there. He'd been perfectly behaved for a week. Mom was the exception that proved the rule, however. Well, her and Grandma. But Mom had to work really hard to be as tough as she was. He'd seen her and Father spar. Father could take her with both hands tied behind his back. He went easy on them, too.

Speak of the devil. Father had jumped up on the roof and was heading over from the opposite side of the house. He stood on the ridge of the roofline, arms folded, and regarded them impassively.

They both tried harder, the friendly match becoming deadly serious. A word of praise from Father was worth fighting for.

The sounds from inside the firing range ceased and Mom came out, calling up to them, "Okay, practice is over! You need to shower if you're going to be ready for school on time."

"Okay, Mom!" They jumped down, Father following.

Mom's face lit up. "Hello Vergil."

He displaced right up to her, grabbed her and kissed her.

Eew, gross. Parents kissing.

School was boring as always. They learned things really fast (another benefit of being part devil) so they read books under the desks in their classes. The teachers didn't mind since they were still listening with half an ear and could answer questions when called upon. It was better than them acting up.

Socialization and learning to deal with humans? Sure, their friends were great but why couldn't they just go to lunch and recess instead of having to sit though lessons? At least Lucy, Verge and Gemma had to suffer with them. Although Verge and Lucy were seniors. Only one more year to go while Dan and Evan were only freshmen. Gemma had it worse, she was in the junior high attached to the high school.

"Lucy, I'm home," Evan said, grinning, when they spotted Lucian at recess.

He glared. "You. Me. The woods behind Grandfather's castle. Next week. The pounding of your life."

Evan slumped. "Next week? Why?" He had wanted a sparring match right after school.

"Me and 'Fer are grounded," Verge announced proudly. Whispering, he added, "We broke into Fort Knox."

"You did? Sweet!" Evan high-fived him.

"You did and you didn't take us along?" Dan was devastated.

"Uh, sorry? Didn't want to get you in trouble too. Uncle Vergil is scary." 'Fer shuddered.

Dan knew the real reason was because they couldn't do anything useful, magically. They would have been dead weight.

"You're lucky you got the cool Mom." Evan sighed. "Mom never lets us do anything. We only get to fight or practice three hours a day! How unfair is that?" He looked at his watch. "Well, I've got to get to the library," he said, scarfing down the last of his lunch.

Gemma arrived just as he was leaving. "There's a chess club meeting today?"

Evan nodded. "We're all going to be playing three games with timers. It's going to be so cool. You guys should learn chess. Grandfather would love to have more people to play with."

"It's a nerdy game." 'Fer rolled his eyes.

"You play Magic. That's nerd poker," Dan pointed out in defense of Evan. "And Grandfather's not a nerd."

"You? Are so dead." But 'Fer didn't bother to glare. "I'm going to go see if there's anyone stupid enough to challenge me today." He walked off, a predatory grin on his face.

Gemma sat down in the vacated space, next to Dan. Vergil started singing, "Dante and Gemma, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S…"

"Shut up!" They both yelled at Verge, who just grinned.

"Come on. The poet Dante married Gemma. It's faaaated. You cannot resist!" He made pseudo-mystic gestures with his hands.

"He's my cousin!" Gemma swatted him.

Verge didn't even flinch. "Only by adoption. You two have it bad. Admit it."

Gemma's hand started to glow.

Verge's and Dan's eyes widened and they grabbed her hand to cover it. "No powers!" Dan hissed.

"Not at school! We can fight next week," Verge agreed.

Gemma looked totally embarrassed. "Please don't tell Mom and Dad!"

"No way." They might try to kill each other on a regular basis, but none of them would rat on each other.

Dan had drama club after school. They were doing a production of MacBeth. Gemma had joined the club and was going to be one of the wyrd sisters, but everyone knew she was a horrible actress. It had to do with demons being fundamentally honest. Gemma was almost pure demon (Aunt Trish was, they were pretty sure, part human since she could cry. After all, she'd been meant to imitate a human.).

Dan was tutoring her, but she'd never get anything but bit parts. He loved acting. That was one thing about becoming more demonic, would he lose his ability to become the character?

He wanted to learn to shapeshift so bad! That would be so cool, to impersonate people! He'd asked Grandfather but was going to have to wait until he was older. That sucked.

Uncle Dante had contacts from his rock star days and Dan knew he might have a shot at being a movie actor someday. He had the looks for it, and everyone said he was brilliant.

Father was dead set against it. He didn't like the fact that the family was so well-known, between the bank and Uncle Dante.

Evan wanted to be a professor, he just couldn't make up his mind as to what. He was thinking Comparative Literature, since that way he could study all the stuff about Grandfather.

Mom seemed not to approve of that, for some reason. It might have something to do with their other Grandfather, the one that had tried to steal Grandfather Sparda's power while he was asleep in the sword. No one talked about him much, but Evan had dug up old records online.

One of Evan's friends from chess club walked home with them: her parents made her do it to get exercise. Evan flirted with her, but then Evan flirted with everyone. He might be the older twin but he didn't act like it.

The four of them practically had a fan club. It was totally embarrassing. Evan was the only one who took advantage of it, though. He practically dated a different girl every week.

Even Gemma was starting to attract attention. Dan growled at the though of it.

The girl stared at him. He tried to act casual and she looked away.

Phew. It was just like Grandfather's shadow. People didn't see what they weren't looking for. The times they had all messed up as kids…

Well, Dan was a good actor. He could do human.

Especially since it was almost the truth.