Chapter 12
Vergil
Dante eyes were wide and his usually tan skin was still sickly pale. As I pulled him to his feet, both of us instinctively wrapped our hands around our pendants.
"I can't believe you brought a demon here just to push me to use my devil trigger." he said, looking at the smoldering heap that had been our blood relation finally breaking the silence.
"I did it for that, and to give us a chance to fight together. I wanted you to see how strong we could be fighting side by side."
"We are strong Vergil. And I would love to fight by your side. But not for power. But for what is right, and maybe," Dante paused giving me that half smile of his, "just a little bit for fun."
"I'm sorry Dante. I didn't mean for it to happen like this, I just wanted my brother back." I said quietly. Dante gave my forearm a little squeeze.
"I wanted my brother back too."
I gave his streaked hair a fond ruffle, glancing sideways at Kat.
She stood there in silence. I could see the thoughts churning in her mind. Whether she would let herself trust me again. She had saved my life more than once. Maybe many humans were weak. Or maybe they were just weak under the rule of demons. Maybe they weren't weak at all. Kat wasn't. She never had been.
She still clutched Wicked Princess in white knuckled hands. It seemed absurd. Pure blood son of Sparda. Killed by Princess.
And suddenly I started to laugh. And laugh.
After a moment of surprise Dante joined me and the two of us laughed ourselves sick.
"You are a bastard you know that." He told me gasping for breath.
"Technically so are you."
"Also, your dick definitely isn't bigger."
Author's note: Thanks everyone who made it this far. My very first piece of fanfiction. Sorry the ending took so long. Let me know what you think.