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1. Ashes to Ashes – Dante on Trish's origin – prompt from moonymonster

If Mundus could create a freaking flying whale-thing and the blob that was Nightmare, it had probably been pretty easy to create something that looked human. He had probably had one of those people who were brain-dead enough to worship him find a picture of her somewhere.

A bad picture. Trish's hair color wasn't like Eva's had been. Probably it had been an old photo that had darkened.

Fake human? She could cry. An imitation was related to the thing itself, a copy took on the traits of the original. Magic.

Mundus was an idiot, then.

Mother had protected him.

2. Monster of Habit

"Orange juice? Hey Enzo, I asked for tomato."

"You're always drinking that stuff. It's amazing you haven't turned into one." Enzo slid the glass across the table.

"No, you're the one that's what he drinks, Beer Belly."

"Pizza the Hut."

Dante laughed at the Spaceballs reference. "Good one." He looked at the glass. "You drink it."

"What, you got something against orange juice? It's healthy too, you nut."

Orange juice every morning. Soda didn't stick with you. "I don't like the color."

"So that's why you drink tomato. Because it's red."

"Red's my color." Dante grinned.

Enzo rolled his eyes.

3. Curses

"I think two got wrecked on Mallet Island, and I know three on Vie du Marli. I jumped through two of them and the third got wrecked because of this monkey swinging around on it." Dante ticked them off on his fingers.

"There was that one last week."

"That was Trish."

"You were there, it counts."

"What are you two talking about?" Alastor asked.

"And the ones on Mallet were him and Phantom." Dante pointed at Alastor.

"You were still there, sugar. We're talking about Dante and how he has a jinx on glass ceilings. They get broken around him."

4. Luminite

The rock was glowing. He snagged it and headed off.

Most of him was focused on the Mission. This was it, after all. Mundus was trying to rise and he had to stop it. This was his chance to do what his father had done and kick his ass.

This was his chance to get revenge for his mother and brother.

The rock was not only glowing, it was kind of warm.

Ultraviolet? Hell, it was probably radioactive.

He wondered idly if it would be giving him cancer if he was human.

He'd look gross with a tumor like Arkham.

5. Weapon

"I'm terribly sorry about this, Dante." Detective Daniels opened the door of the holding pen. "He's been reprimanded."

Dante laughed. Good, he was amused instead of ticked off. He charged more if you ticked him off and the department's budget was in trouble as it was. "No, that's okay. Newbie cop, right? Honest mistake. I mean, this thing," he pointed at the massive sword on his back with his thumb, "Is definitely a deadly weapon. Way over the legal length limit, like he said."

"Hauling in even though you have a permit?" He shook his head. "Terribly sorry about this."

6. Photo

The photograph he has on his desk was taken at a sitting four months before. There were four portraits taken, one of each of them and one of them as a family.

The glass scratched her photo the night he left for Mallet.

He has a lot of photos, but it's the only one he looks at. He doesn't admit it, but it hurts to look at the one of the three of them.

She sits there, perfectly arranged, Mona Lisa smirk on her face. He sits there with his own version of that smile. Queen and Knave of Hearts.

7. Last thought of a demon about to be killed by Dante, humor – prompt from moonymonster (note: for humans, hell is profanity, therefore…)

He killed all the others, but I will kill him and be rewarded! He is distracted looking at the round flat thing on the floor. I will manifest myself right there, and step on the round flat thing just before I slice him! That would be very cool and he would know who has caused his demise.

The round flat thing is squishy. I will grind my foot on it! See, I have destroyed it as I will destroy you!

He has seen me and knows his doom. Now I will strike!.

He looks annoyed. That's the bang thing. Heaven!

8. Four's a hassle - Sidestep 1 – AU (Minerva and Alexandra are the twin girls Sparda and Eva would have had if he hadn't gotten killed first, in my RPs. I don't plan to use them in any fics)

Eva put her hands on her hips. "Alexandra! Minerva! Get back down here this instant!"

They giggled and climbed higher up the castle wall. Eva sighed. "Vergil? Can you get them down for me while Dante gets out everyone's weapons for target practice?"

He nodded and started to climb. Dante hurried to the weapons locker.

Curse Sparda for disappearing and sticking her with four kids. She didn't know what she'd do without the older two looking after their sisters.

Alex and Minnie fell and Vergil jumped down after them. "Thank you Vergil." She didn't know what she'd do without him.

9. Con-grad-ulations - Sidestep 2 – AU

Vergil looked at his mother strangely as she wiped tears from her eyes. "Is it that important?"

"Not to you, but I know your father would have wanted you to graduate from college. I'm glad Dante is finally walking." She smiled.

Vergil rolled his eyes. "He would have graduated with me if he hadn't taken minimum course loads so he could spend more time with that band of his." He snorted in contempt.

"Now Vergil, it's not that Dante is lazy." she chided him. "He had to work very hard to become successful."

"Getting famous when we have a secret?"

10. Forever - Sidestep 3 – AU

Dante fidgeted in the suit. "This is taking forever," he hissed under his breath to Vergil, who glared at him.

"Quiet."

"Vergil's right, Dante," Minerva whispered.

"Dante's right, Minnie." Alexandra rolled her eyes. "Why do they want to renew their vows anyways? They've been married for twenty-five years: I think the first ones took."

"It's important to them, so be quiet. They'll be done soon." Vergil and Minerva shared a glance. Why did they have to be the mature ones?

Father and Mother smiled at each other as Auntie Matier performed the ceremony. Cousin Lucia carefully held the ring cushion.