Vergil-Dark Slayer-Dante's Solution

Vergil and Lady arrived in the slummy area of town, the place where Dante had chosen to locate his store. Surrounded by derelict or decaying buildings it stood out, and yet seemed to merge into its surrounding, as though Dante had purposefully chosen the spot for the purpose. Vergil's lips became a slight sneer of disgust, he knew better, the store was near the cheapest and greasiest, and in Dante's oppinion best, pizza place in town. The slob never stopped eating pizza, but when it came to weapons Vergil couldn't fault Dante. Dante was a master at mastering them, able to construct and mend and had recently made two very special weapons. The Order of the Sword insisted Nero have weapons to inherit on his 18th birthday. The chosen weapons would be the sword and pistol Vergil and Lady had come to see, and a glove infused with demonic power that would serve their son well in the future.

Vergil and Lady entered without knocking, seeing Dante look up from his work desk with a smile.

"You guys are in luck, i've just finished your son's 18th birthday presents!"

Neither Vergil or Lady offered any reply to this, and they saw Dante's face darken noticibly as he remembered what exactly was happening to his nephew. Dante straightened his back but said nothing, somehow trash talking Dante knew when not to say something Vergil thought. When he did speak it was on a much brighter subject. He beckoned them closer.

Their on the desk was a sword of magnificent craftsmanship, gleaming at them. It was a heavy blade of somewhat peculiar design with what looked like a feul pump attached to the blade. Vergil noticed that the blade's handle looked suspiciously like the one that had gone missing from Lady's bike recently. Vergil decided to allow Dante to geek on them and explain.

"Okay you two, this is the Red Queen. Its shape gives it the advantage of both speed and power and its blade their is about as sharp as your Yamato's. however that wasn't enough for your little brother to be satisfied Vergil so i effectivly created a HF blade. By using the hand here to rev the blade is pumped with explosive propellent which means it not only has explosive power but it will make it even more powerful when cutting due to the High Frequency vibrations. I was planning on using it to break the Devil Arm's power that we've aquired, only one of Sparda's blood would be able to repair them."

"You've out done yourself dearest brother, if it can break Yamato. Not that i like you breaking my sword but i have little choice. Show us the Blue Rose."

Suddenly Lady came to life from her thoughts.

"Swords don't interest me, but this gun might."

"Well," Dante began with a pleased smile, "Its essentially a deul barrled Magnum and thus is able to carry armour peircing rounds, of course its no anti tank weapon, but it could blast through a Demon's natural armour. Nero will, in time, be able to channel his demonic energy into the weapon thus giving it awesome power."

Vergil looked down at the gun, a weapon he had always hated using, but thought if it served his son well then he would allow it.

"What about that glove, the Devil Bringer did you call it?"

"Yes, well that will attach itself to him when he puts on your glove and should morph into a demon's arm. In time he'll learn to control it, thus being able to summon it at will, but for a time it will be permanent. From what i can tell it will absorb anything that will improve it, and the Order has a lot of artefacts locked away, should be a gold mine for Devil Bringer upgrades."

Dante then opened a case, one with a Demon Lock on it. Only Nero could open this on his 18th birthday, anyone else would doubtlessly suffer some undesirable consequence for attempting to open it. The case was ordinary enough, except for the glowing red runes which would indicate to the Order both its contents and the nature of the lock.

"Before we lock away the Red Queen i'm going to use it to destroy the Devil Arms...i'll need your sword Vergil..."

Vergil looked down to his seathed blade with sadness, his companion was leaving him. It was his father's gift to him and it had served him well. slowly, with uncertainty he handed the weapon to Dante.

"Don't worry Vergil, you'll get it back one day."

"What will be its place holder though?"

"Yamato is the only shadow blade in existence, i was thinking on the lines of Beowulf or Alastor for you."

"Alastor is too much of a heavy blade for me to enjoy weilding, i'll probably just use Beowulf."

"Well i have Rebellion, Trish has Sparda, you are claiming Beowulf...that leaves you Lady."

"Would Nevan be willing to morph into something else?"

Lady's voice was answered by a lusty purr followed by Nevan's reply which echoed around the room and distorted.

"Anything for a lady darling, if you know what i mean."

Lady felt her cheeks redden at the demon's reply and laughter. Lady decided not to lose her temper with the demon, so she remained buisness like.

"In that case i'd like a staff, one that shrinks so its easy to carry."

"I say, i've never been asked so nicely to do something before," Nevan disembodied voice stressed certain words to ensure their double meaning caught on, "I'd do anything to please of course."

The overly showy guitar Dante had fun with started to writhe and morph, spitting out electricity and sparks as Nevan found a suitable shape to trap herself in. After a while it shrunk, looking like a baton, but as Lady's hands touched it it reacted to her dominicly tinted blood and grew forming a staff that crackled with lightening. Vergil saw Lady's face light up as it hadn't for days as the staff morphed back into a baton again.

"Very good Nevan, i'm sure something like this will serve me well."

"Now who's being suggestive darling."

They all laughed at that before a knock came at the door. Dante strode over and opened it to be met by four pizza boxes, looking round sulkily at the thought of having to share four pepperoni's. Obviously, Vergil thought, the prospect was clearly a mental battle so Vergil sat in a chair and lounged evidently savouring his brothers dilema.

The door slammed and Lady too sat down to eat, wanting to eat quickly before Nero would want feeding again. All round the store they wore smiles tinted with sadness and Vergil was sure, looking down at Nero, he saw his son's first smile...