The Devil May Cry seemed to flash back to life as the door that had been used to enter the Bloody Palace swung back open.
Dante stepped through the door nonchalantly, Rebellion slung over his shoulder. Vergil followed closely behind, Yamato having been sent back to the pocket dimension that Dante was so used to using in tandem with his combat style.
Nero was the last walk through, with the Red Queen humming strangely. The quarter-devil had noticed that the weapon had begun vibrating gently after a particularly bloody or exhilarating fight.
"Whew, I'd say that was a good work out!"
Dante whistled as he leaned Rebellion on his desk before sitting down. Vergil continued his stride towards the couch before sitting down, ultimately coming to rest in a much more regal position than his twin.
"I have to agree. That was refreshing."
Vergil said calmly. Dante smirked, obviously proud to have found something he and his brother agreed on after all this time.
Nero glanced around the shop for a moment, a look of confusion on his face.
"Hey, wasn't Trish making dinner or something?"
He asked as he lifted the Red Queen from his back and set it gently on one of the empty weapon cases that Dante had strewn about the shop. Dante looked around the office as well, before spotting a small sticky note that had been pressed onto the other side of his desk.
Dante reached forward and peeled it from the other side of the desk. His eyes skimmed the note quickly.
Dante, I took dinner home with me since you can't stick around for it. Have a nice day!~
"God, damn it all."
Dante muttered before crushing the piece of paper with little remorse for the intricate handwriting on it. Nero and Vergil gave the red half-devil a look of confusion.
Dante responded with shrug.
"Well, looks like she robbed us. No dinner tonight, I guess."
He said, trying not to shrink under both Vergil and Nero's sharp gazes. Vergil lifted himself from the couch and walked towards the kitchen.
"Where are you going?"
Dante asked, watching as Vergil walked through the kitchen doorway. Nero had sat down on the couch, pulled out his smartphone and started to tap away at it.
"I'm going to make myself a meal. Since your... friend stole quality ingredients."
Dante lifted his hands in surrender, despite the fact that his twin was now unable to see the action. The red half-devil leaned back in his chair and set his legs on his desk, being careful not to hang his boots over the financial papers that still resided on it.
Vergil opened the refrigerator door calmly before scowling. Two plastic bowls sat coldly in the box, being filled with the previously cooked spaghetti. Vergil would not share this with Dante, as penance for falling for the blonde demon's tricks.
In fact, Dante would never find the two sets of food as Vergil lifted the plastic containers and hid them behind the various cans of beer and liquor in the refrigerator.
Dante sighed, resigning himself to staring at the ceiling fan as it spun, squeaking all the way. He glanced over at Nero, who had turned his phone to the side and placed his earbuds in his ears.
Nero meanwhile watched the video he had tapped on quietly. He had chosen a small compilation of memes, something he normally only watched when he was bored.
Vergil emerged from the kitchen a few minutes later, a sandwich in hand. He sat down on the couch, only a cushions length away from his newly discovered son. Nero paid no mind, focusing on the video.
-Transition-
Dante growled quietly as he sat. By now it was nearing eight at night, and they had sat around the office for around four hours. Of course, he had fiddled with the jukebox for a bit, played some pool and taken a small thirty minute nap.
Vergil and Nero seemed more alike than they would like to admit, with Nero finding something interesting on his phone and staying relatively quiet most of the time while Vergil read a book with an almost serene aura.
Dante scowled at the ceiling, finding the moment of peace to be suffocating. By now he was sure that he had ADHD and hadn't been diagnosed with it, or he had accidentally taken a drink of coffee which normally sent him into a caffeine rush.
Thus, it was like god himself had blessed the red half-devil when the phone began to ring loudly. He reached over with the speed and purpose of a bolt of lightning, snatching up the receiver.
"Devil May Cry."
The voice on the other side of the phone was startled and shakey, the volume being just shy of all out screaming.
"Help, please! These... things are circling my home! I have my son in the house!"
Dante was instantly at attention. It reminded him heavily of his and Vergil's own loss. It seemed that the blue half-devil had caught the loud volume of the voice, having jerked violently to attention upon hearing what was said.
"Please be calm ma'am, they can smell your fear. Hide with your son in a closet, you should be safe there. Can you give us your address?"
The voice then rattled off the address of the home at the speed of a freight train, which Dante followed with demonic ease while he jotted the number and name down on a pad of paper.
"Please stay safe ma'am, we'll be there to help in a few minutes."
"Thank you!"
The voice said before the line went dead. Dante nearly slammed the receiver back down as he grabbed the pad of paper. He tore off the address and stuffed the scrap in his pocket before lifting his coat from the sword rack behind his desk and slipping it on with stylish fluidity.
Vergil rose from his own seat, grabbing his own coat from the nearby hat rack. Dante and Vergil grabbed their respective equipment like fire-fighters preparing to fight the biggest wildfire that the world could conjure.
Nero watched with a look not unlike a startled cat, having paused the video he was watching.
Dante slid Rebellion onto his back while Vergil examined the edge of Yamato before sliding back into its sheath. Dante summoned Gilgamesh with the flick of his wrist before dismissing it while Vergil reached into the case that held Beowulf, sliding them onto his hands while the clawed boots materialized on his feet.
Dante lifted Cerberus from it's own stand before dismissing it into his pocket dimension. Vergil lifted Alastor from it's own place on the wall, sliding it onto his back and dismissing it as well.
"You coming along?"
Dante asked as he slid Ebony and Ivory back into their holsters after a quick check. Vergil nodded as he re-summoned Yamato.
Dante gave an understanding and determined nod as he began his walk towards the office door. Vergil followed before Dante passed, placing them both side by side as they walked.
Nero watched from the couch, awestruck by the simple action that the twins somehow made look inspiring.
The double doors slammed shut as the two left, their boots moving faster than normal and bearing heavier steps.
Vergil glanced at his brother before a feeling of dread set in. The smirk on Dante's face meant only one thing...
"Don't say it, Dante."
"Let's rock!"
"...I hate you..."
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Hello everyone! I'm sorry that this took so long.
Recently I've lost every ounce of creativity I had when it came to this fic. It went... poof, I guess. It took me two months to think of this chapter and the next one, and even longer to write this one and get started on the next.
I have to warn you guys that these chapters won't be rolling out nearly as frequently, and I feel incredibly bad that I can't write as well and as fast as I did.
Until next time. Please leave reviews, and I love you guys for sticking with this fic.