November 2, 2022
The Root of the Problem
Pairing: Dante and Vergil
Disclaimer: The characters of Devil May Cry are not mine; they are the property of Capcom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
WARNING: This is about male pregnancy and male/male relationships, which includes incest. I'm letting you know now what the relationships WILL contain. So, if you are AGAINST such pairings, please find something else more to your liking. You have been WARNED.
Flames will be ignored.
Not beta-read.
Notes: Okay, I know it's been a while since I've posted anything. My muses up and left me, but for some odd and strange reason, one of them came back and hit me with this while the others are still plotting A Mate for Sesshoumaru. Actually, I just got a new computer and is able to work again.
Plus, real life is a ruthless bitch. I've been dealing with my mom having been diagnosed with dementia and my son going back to jail and me having surgery back in February. I've felt defeated and lost all desire to write.
I do have the next chapter for A Mate for Sesshoumaru. It's just a matter of putting the finishing touches on it.
Until then that is posted, please enjoy this and let me know if I should keep going or just give up.
Also, today is my birthday! And what a better way to celebrate than by posting a new fic!
Enjoy!
ArchNemesis
Chapter Summary: Dante is having a pity party
Chapter 1: I'm not angry, but really, I am
It was another quiet, boring day for the demon hunter. A light drizzle of rain gently hit the windows of Devil May Cry.
Storm clouds had gathered overnight causing the temperature to drop to forty-eight degrees and dropping still to almost in the low twenties. The demon hunter wasn't bothered by abrupt changes in the weather.
Even his father's place of origin was a walk in the park for him. It was due to his heritage—his father's blood, demon's blood. The cold never bothered him, and the heat really didn't even make him sweat.
A half-breed, some would call him and his kind. Others called him a taint to his royal bloodline.
He was a prince without a kingdom. Well, that wasn't completely true. He did have a kingdom. It was a kingdom he didn't want that his brother gladly ruled.
Staying awake throughout the night, he watched as the sun tried to shine through the darkness to start a new day, but the rain was persistent as thunder clapped in the distance to signal a day with no work.
He chuckled a bit. Morrison hasn't come by in over a month with any jobs—well any jobs worth his time and skill set.
Walking from his bedroom to the downstairs office—the main floor of the four-story building, was a mess.
Patty usually comes by to flick a duster and swoosh a mop at least once a week, mostly coming on Saturdays to spend the entire day with him, to catch-up on what he's been doing and making sure he kept out of trouble… but lately she's been doing her own thing.
"Man… where did the time go?" he asked himself.
He couldn't believe that ten years had already crept by since meeting Patty.
Patty's all grown up now.
Hanging out with people her own age and being human. He was human too, but he kind of lost a bit of his humanity when his brother decided to stay in the Underworld.
The near-by clock ticked loudly and echoed around the span of the room. With his feet propped up and crossed at the ankles, he leaned further back in his office chair, the girlie magazine parted, opened across his face with the centerfold baring her tits and ass for his viewing pleasure.
Beer and wine bottles drained of their contents were nestled alongside empty pizza boxes that littered almost every available surface except for his desk.
One box and wavering bottle teetering on the left edge of the stained desktop—a good wind would all that would be needed to topple it to the hard wooden floor.
Patty would clean it and fuss at him, she always did and threaten him for how lazy he was for not cleaning up behind himself and be back the following weekend.
It was a vicious cycle, but he wouldn't have it any other way.
He sat-up, growing tired of staring at the big boob model. He looked at the picture of his mother.
The serene photo stared silently at him—mocking him for not saving his brother or begetting a child with him. He shook his head ruefully at the thought.
He hadn't heard a thing from his brother in over twenty years. Until three years ago, but it wasn't from the man himself.
It was in the form of his child. A child, his mate had with someone else.
He was just as shocked as everyone else when he went to Fortuna to put an end to the Order.
And what was more shocking was when the boy repaired Yamato. He couldn't wield her like her master—he was not experienced enough for her, and Yamato voiced her objections on the matter, but submitted to the boy nonetheless because the kid was of Sparda's bloodline, his bloodline.
He wondered how the kid and the little miss was doing.
It still hurt having the knowledge that Nero was his nephew and not his son.
He knew at this point in his life he would never father children or he would have when he and Lady hooked up years ago after the Temen-ni-gru debacle.
They were both lonely and out of sorts of having been through a traumatic event. Plus, both losing family. Lady lost her father. And he lost his brother, his mate after thinking for so long that he died along with their mother. Never realizing that his other half had been kidnapped by demons.
Then that shit storm on Mallet Island with Trish showing up and revealing herself—a facsimile of his mother—a puppet of Mundus'.
That almost knocked the wind out of his sails. She revealed Mundus' plan of trying to re-enter the human world.
Then fighting Nelo Angelo. Another mind fuck.
If he had the power, he would bring Mundus back from whatever hell-hole he's rotting in and kill him again for destroying his brother and twisting his mind that he didn't recognize his own mate.
The cut on his hand never fully healed. He was after all cut by his sword's sister.
Not long afterwards, Lady told him then that they should remain friends after she miscarried.
She was pregnant with twins.
Because she wasn't his mate, she wasn't protected by his power or blood.
Lady was part of his clan, but she was considered a beta by the laws of demons and carried no status as a mate would.
By the second trimester, they both knew the babies were not going to make it and it was draining her life.
Even with being on bed rest, nothing worked—he tried mixing his blood with a vital star, it only made Lady sicker.
She threw-up the precious mixture. He didn't have very many of those left in his stash and he wasn't sure if or when he could procure more.
Vital stars came from higher ranking demons. He would need to eradicate a large nest to replenish his supply.
At their next and final appointment, the doctor informed them of what they already knew—that her body was in the process of rejecting the fetuses.
The pregnancy had to be terminated post-haste and Lady was admitted into the hospital for the procedure.
Her body was poisoning her from the inside and if the pregnancy wasn't aborted, not only would she lose the ability to have children in the future, she could possibly die.
For a short period of time, Lady moved into Devil May Cry, staying in the master bedroom since it was the only room that had an attached bathroom after having surgery.
He made sure that Lady was comfortable and he resettled himself just down the hall in one of the guest bedrooms he never fixed-up.
Patty rimmed him for that oversight and dragged him out shopping to make at least one guest room livable besides the pig sty that he called his room.
He had the money.
Of course, he did.
He had an endless supply of it from both his father and mother once he had turned twenty-five.
Even his greedy relatives on his mother's side couldn't touch what was his and his brother's.
Sparda made sure of it. Blood seals were good for something.
He smirked.
oOo Flashback oOo
One of his cousins and her mother had the nerve to call him one day out the blue (never heard from them or spoke to them since his mother died and made it known that he and his brother weren't wanted or welcomed into any other of their homes because of who their sister was married to) asking why they couldn't get money out of his mother's accounts.
They needed the cash to remodel their home and Eva's money was just sitting there going to waste.
They demanded that he released the accounts and all its contents to them.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. I didn't fuckin' stuttered when I said I want my sister's money. It's ours and we want our share," his aunt said.
"I think you have me confused with your husband. I don't sleep next to you and I sure as hell don't fuck you.
I don't hear one fuckin' word from you or anyone else since my mother died; and now because the lot of you blew through your money you want what's mine and Vergil's?"
He was greeted with silence.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. My father made sure that none of you assholes lay a finger on his wife's possessions. You're a family of spell casters. Why not conjure up the dough you need?"
Again, he was met with silence.
"Well, shit! I forgot… you guys decided not to follow in your mother's footsteps and denounced your heritage all except your sister.
She taught Eva everything and when my mother left after marrying Sparda, she took all her books and knowledge with her—not leaving you vultures anything to pick over.
So, excuse the fuck outta me when I say: Fuck-off and don't ever fuckin' call me again and I don't care if it's to slay a demon in your backyard.
This handyman is not for hire. And by the way, if you try to access my mother's money, and don't say I didn't warn you—you'll have a very nasty surprise that you can't get rid of."
And he hung up.
"Bitch."
Several days later… As it turned out, they did try to get to Eva's money.
The bank manager called him to let him know that his uncle and his cousin demanded that they be given full access to his younger sister's family vault.
Needless to say, because of the blood seal his father placed on the vault—they started bleeding from their eyes, nose, mouth, and ears and were rushed to the hospital and given IVs and transfusions for the blood loss.
Again, they called him wanting him to reverse what was happening.
He actually did go to the hospital with Morrison. Sword strap to his back and guns in their holsters.
It was commonplace now to see a demon hunter in full gear.
His aunt approached him. A scowl firmly locked in place on her aging face.
"It's about damn time you showed-up. My brother and nephew are in pain, and you have the gall to take your sweet time getting here."
"Did I say I was coming here to do something?" he questioned standing at his full height of six-foot-three.
"Well, I—I thought, I thought that's why you're here," she cowered quietly, but his hearing was beyond human.
"No, I came here to see my father's handy work. The only one who can break that curse is the one who cast it.
"And since my father is also gone, well… you're shit outta luck."
Everyone gathered looked aghast and angry at the same time.
The police showed-up as one of the hospital staff called when they heard all the commotion, and Morrison was talking to them—explaining what was going on.
Another cousin decided to rush him and attack him from behind, but being a half-demon, he heard the oncoming footsteps and sped-up heart.
He didn't bother turning around. He quickly side-stepped and pulled Ivory in one smooth motion. Since he was in a hospital, he kept the safety on.
"Attack me again and I won't hesitate to make you look like Swiss cheese."
He proceeded into the room to speak with the tending physician.
It was some time after he left, that the family was giving the news.
Both father and son had passed. That was the last time he ever heard from any of his so-called family again.
oOo End Flashback oOo
The door opened jarring him out of his swirling thoughts.
"You know, Dante, why is it that your phone is off this time?"
"Morrison!"
The older gentleman was dressed immaculately in a three-piece tailored suit with matching dress hat and shoes.
He looked irritated with him.
"Look, I forgot to pay the bill, alright?" Dante replied sheepishly. That was the one thing he never mastered, being able to be an adult and handle normal non-demon related business.
"I keep telling you, Dante, that you need an office assistant to keep you on track or at the very least one of the girls here to help you out," Morrison said sternly.
Dante almost groan.
"Not that shit again, Morrison. How many times do I have to tell you? I don't need or want anyone in here besides the regulars and no offense to the girls, but we would beat up each other within a week."
He also left out that him and Trish would have destroyed Devil May Cry.
Both being Alphas and this was his territory and not hers would have been a disaster, which was one of the reasons why Trish didn't stay too long whenever she stopped by.
She was intruding in his den and only sat on the edge of his desk not wanting to leave her scent anywhere.
Trish didn't want to give Dante a reason to rip out her throat. She knew he was vicious when in his altered form and she was not going to tempt fate.
"Okay, I'll let it go… for now."
"Why are you here anyway? When you come through those doors, it's usually for a job," Dante said.
"Well, that's why I'm here. See, I got a call from Miss Kyrie because she couldn't get in touch with you.
"Probably because your phone is disconnected. It seems, that Nero was attacked by a demon-"
Morrison didn't get to finish explaining what happened as Dante flew out the door.
Nothing was supposed to happen to the kid. He was supposed to be safe in Fortuna—away from the dangerous demons.
He was supposed to be rounding up the small fries that escaped the Underworld that made him money to keep food on the table and him out of trouble.
If anything happened to Nero, he would never forgive himself. Nero was the only family he had left.
TBC
Next chapter: Dante has a moment.
A/N: How is it so far? I'm doing all the editing, so if I miss anything, please forgive me. I'm doing another take after completing DMC5. I'm changing a few things on what happened in DMC5, but some things will remain constant. See you in the next chapter.
ArchNemesis
