After rereading my chapter, I decided to extend it. New reviews will be adressed in the next chapter.

Enjoy!

In response to PheonixQueen15: Thank you. Her death wasn't easy for anybody. Yeah, Trish is kinda done with the entire family drama fiasco. Foreshadowing? Maybe.

In response to Crimson's AXZ: (Puts the record needle back in place) You are reading into it just enough my friend. Oh yeah, bullets will fly soon too. Neither Vergil nor Nero wanted it to be violent in the first place, but I think Dante has a different idea. I feel the same way about guest reviews, and I'm still sorry for thinkimg Turbo Sexophonic was one of them. Oops.

In response to Ty (Guest): Maybe. Maybe not.

In response to lio4567892012: Mmm my heart is warm. Thanks btw. I work to please!

In response to Corvilius: Memory bleed is a good theory, thanks to Trish using Sparda all the time. Keep theorizing my friend!

In response to WolfWingsRandomWritings: You marathoned it? Jeez, didn't think it was that short. Guess I should lengthen it up a bit. Thank you for the compliment, and I plan to stick with it for a while.

In response to Ourfavoritebirds: Lady will appear soon yes. She was supposed to be in on Trish's job too, but was late cause reasons. Vergil and her wil probably get along like a cat and water.

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"So Verge, where the hell have you been all this time? I thought I murdered your ass."

Dante said, a glass of Jack Daniels clutched in his right hand. Nero held a can of beer as well, thanks to the city's legal drinking age being sixteen. Vergil went without a beverage, as he despised alcohol.

"Mostly floating in the wind. My body reformed from the remnants of the Nelo Angelo armor. I had to stay stationary for roughly a month in order for my demonic energy to transmute the metal into flesh."

"That's gross."

Nero commented, taking a sip from his beer. Vergil nodded and Dante chuckled heartily.

"Indeed. The process was... Uncomfortable. I was forced to walk with a metal ankle for a few days."

Dante took a swig from his glass, still listening to Vergil. By now the devil hunter had mastered the art of alcohol multi-tasking.

Another question popped into Dante's mind, and he set down his glass next to the chair. He maintained his relaxed position though.

"Hey Vergil, are you okay?"

Vergil sent a suspicious look that Sherlock Holmes wouldn't be able to reproduce at Dante. The red half devil was not one to outright ask if someone was doing well.

"In what respect?"

Dante shrugged

"Hey, you were a minion to Mundus for what? Twenty years? Is it a crime to worry about my brother?"

"Coming from you? Yes. Yes it is a crime."

"Now that's just cold..."

Vergil allowed himself a tiny smirk, small enough to not be visible to the human eye. Dante pulled a face of hurt that was so fake, statues would be able to criticize him.

After the chuckle that followed Dante's antics, the three fell back into silence. Vergil's dwelled on his twin's words though, seemingly unable to drag his thoughts away from the question he was asked.

After a good amount of time, Vergil opened his lips.

"Yes."

"Hmm?"

"Yes, I am in a stable state of mind, all things considered."

"...Vergil, 'stable' is not what I would describe myself as after getting sent to hell, beaten to a pulp by a demon king, brainwashed and then brutally murdered by my own brother. Add on the extra shit about you coming back from the dead, and you got one hell of a trauma cocktail."

Vergil paused, finding that Dante's words struck hard. The older twin felt perfectly fine physically, but parts of hin were still akin to TV static in comparison to his bodily wellness.

Vergil looked at the floor, staring at the four wooden boards that had been replaced after his head had been impaled through them. His heart had something similar to an aneurysm in a flood of emotion.

His mind went in four directions at once in the span of half a second, but he managed to keep his neutral face. He breathed out slowly, making sure that the breath didn't turn into all out sobbing due to the stress his being was flooded with.

Dante watched closely from his chair. If he had noticed Vergil's internal conflict, he didn't show it. He simply watched with a look that betrayed his normal care-free attitude. Behind his eyes was actual concern for his sibling, and Vergil had yet to realize it.

While Vergil dealt with his emotional earthquake and Nero sat silently with Dante, Trish continued to make dinner in the kitchen, filling the room with a mouth watering aroma.

Dante leaned to the side, picking up his glass and taking a drink. His eyes were glued to his twin through the entirety of the action.

Vergil let out a sigh, having managed to shove down the emotions enough to think calmly about his own mental state.

The emotional flood was not normal, and it definetely wasn't pleasant. It had felt like a car had hit him dead in the heart.

Nero looked blankly at the ground, still somewhat emotionally shaken from his confession.

Dante finished his glass and glanced at the younger quarter devil. He then smiled evilly.

"Hey Nero, you wanna beat your old man?"

"What?"

"I concur. What?"

"You know what I mean. Kick each other's asses. Get all that pent up aggression out. It's Sparda family tradition!"

Dante exclaimed, lifting his empty glass with a beaming smile. Nero glanced at Vergil, searching for approval.

Vergil sighed.

"Very well. Do you have a suitable location?"

Dante smirked as he got up from his chair and walked over to his desk. He opened a compartment and pulled out a key.

He moved over to the nearest closed door and shoved the key in. Upon opening the door, demonic energy rippled from it. On the other side was the very familiar image of the Bloody Palace.

Dante pulled the key from the door and waved it through the air.

"Pretty handy, huh?"

He said before shoving the key into his pocket. Nero got up from his chair, looking through the portal door experimentally.

Vergil sat quietly for a few seconds, debating wether or not to go back on his decision. His humanity growled at him, forcing him to get up and move to the door.

Vergil stopped at the door, looking through it suspiciously. As he was about to step through, Dante set a hand on his chest.

The red half devil moved his pointer finger between the father and son, a serious look on his face.

"No. Killing. Only friendly ass-kicking, got it?"

Nero rolled his eyes while Vergil gave his brother a deadpan look.

"Of course, brother. It would be foolish to do otherwise."

He said before stepping through the portal. Nero was about to step in, but suddenly remembered something.

He dashed back to the couch, grabbing the Red Queen and Blue Rose before heading back to the door and going in.

Dante walked over and picked up a chair and a bottle of Jack Daniels before following, closing the door behind him.

The office was silent for a few minutes before Trish walked out of the kitchen with three plates of spaghetti.

She looked about the room before her face curled into rage.

"Dante!"