Vergil and Dante stood beside each other. Their power radiated out from their bodies. They had not released all of devil power thus retaining their human appearance. Evan stood beside Aaron, both helping Michaella back up, whose eyes filled with tears turned to those of amazement. Jordan and Josef only took mild interest. By now the police had entered their cars and driven off.
"What… What are you real names?" Evan said quietly.
"Have you ever heard of the tale of Sparda? Replied Vergil.
Yes, but he died long ago. The Order told us that he died attempting to tear the seal to the underworld so that the prince of darkness could come through fully. I don't see what that has to do with anything," Jenn stated.
Vergil and Dante were taken aback by their explanation. It was far from the truth of what really happened. Why would an Order of demon hunters lie about Sparda when in the least they should thank him, possibly even revere him for saving the human world. He was the first demon hunter and probably one of the greatest. "Boy, did they get it wrong," said Dante to his brother.
"They have, what I do not understand is why? Why was Sparda lied about to them? Perhaps they were not, perhaps these Order councilors are far more ignorant than I first believed." Vergil returned.
"Your Order has lied, or are really fucking dumb," Dante said bluntly.
"What?" They asked in unison.
"Did I studder? They're wrong about Sparda, he sealed the demons away where they belong and saved this world," Dante said, even more bluntly than before.
"Smooth." Vergil said.
"Shut up, they're talking about dad," Dante struck back.
Michaella found it strange that two men who were obviously powerful enough to destroy this world, possibly take over the underworld together were bickering like, well children really. "Mind telling us what you two are talking about." Evan said, it was more of an order than a question.
Vergil knew that if he told them that Dante and himself were sons of Sparda then an Order induced prejudice might overtake them. "We are devils," He said, careful not to give to much information.
They immediately raised their guns and trained them on the two devils heads. "I can't believe you two are demons." Aaron said. "The Order knows that all demons must be killed on sight and so must you.
Vergil chuckled a little, making the demon hunters tense. "Why?" asked Dante.
"Because if given the chance they will open the floodgates of hell and take this world over." Michaella said. It sounded much like a doctrine they followed but did not know the reason why.
"Hmm very good point, oh yes really it is," Dante said, mimicking an old wise man, "But if that were completely true why then have myself and Vergil not killed you and taken this world, we could if we wished. We know our limits, our bondaries and this world and the underworld are within our grasp. So then why have we not clenched our fists around it?"
"Your just waiting for a time to strike, you can't take over the world with the Order here." They answered.
Vergil laughed out loud at that, not caring to mask himself anymore. "Waiting to strike, waiting to strike come on now. You are a supposed elite group for the Order. We don't even need a time to strike just one of us could destroy your entire Order through brute strength alone with ease." He said.
Jenn fired her pistol, the bullet trained for Vergil's head. With a twirl Yamato sliced the bullet into small pieces, which moved around his body. Dante at the same time rushed forward with inhuman speed. Jenn could only feel the cold metal of Dante's blade under her chin and the lack of metal in her hand. Her pistol was in Dantes hands now.
"Don't you just hate it when people know we're devils yet call us demons?" Dante said.
"I find it irritating for the most part," Vergil replied.
"Your no different" Jenn said, still uneasy with Dante's blade still at her throat.
"Wow don't they teach you anything?" Dante asked, "We are far different from demons. Example A: we control what we look like, whether we intend to look human or demonic or a hybrid, Example B: we shit kick demons like they're nothing, Example C: we haven't killed you. There are far more but seeing as there's a pretty big tower a couple blocks that way that you seem intent on destroying then you'd better swallow your pride and learn to work with us"
Rebellion swung back into its resting place Dante and Vergil stared at the demon hunters in a deadlock. They had told them all they needed to know and now they were going to wait for an answer, either yes or it would get messy and neither of them wanted to fight their friends. Evan lowered his gun, "Look," he said, "Right now we should concern ourselves with the demonic hordes in the tower, should we survive that encounter we will deal with this devil business."
It seemed logical to them all. "No, they have to be killed now, before they can have their fronts to our backs!" Michaella argued. Josef and Jordan together walked forward; each placing a hand on Michaella's shoulders.
"Michaella, we know who they are. They are Dante and Vergil, our friends. We have known them for years and they have shown no hostility towards us. We humans always preach tolerance towards those of other races or religions, yet here we stand marking them evil for what they are rather than who they are while they welcome our company and help. Yet we call them evil.
I believe we have been wronged. My self and Jordan have spoken together about it ever since Dante and Vergil showed signs of demonic powers. We have followed our Orders teachings through blind faith alone, we must now shed that faith and replace it with what is." Josef said.
Two sniper rifle shots could be heard. Vergil immediately drew Yamato and sliced the bullet in two. Dante flipped Ebony and Ivory into his hands and fired off four rounds, each hitting the other bullet while in mid-flight. One was aimed at Jordan, the other at Josef. Dante's twin pistols muzzles flared as bullets flew towards where the sniper was heard. Two figures could be seen rushing off. As one moved off a haze of blood could be seen near the back of the assailants head. The other did not return for his partner and could get away cleanly.
"This is just great," Dante muttered.
"For all I know, this makes no sense. Come, we will pursue them after we have dealt with the demons. I will contemplate this during our journey," Vergil said.
They all turned to the massive tower. There was nothing else for them to do but defeat this force. Perhaps they might learn something of the assassins there. Virgil mused to himself, "All this is too closely related to be coincidence. We are all connected in some way, or perhaps as the assassins have shown us that they are connected yet Dante and I are variables."
Michael sprinted down the street towards his master. He had failed and in doing so caused his partner to die and he too would probably meet the same fate at the hands of his master. "Master will not be happy." He though to himself. He threw his rifle to the ground, he didn't need it and it had become a hindrance to his escape. Upon reaching the tower stairs formed around the side, allowing him access to the roof. The stairs crumbled behind him. He reached the top and allowed him a moment to catch his breath before reporting to his master.
"Sir, the two traitors live," He said, still somewhat breathless.
A robed figure stood before Michael looking out towards the general direction of the hunters and devils. In the light of the sun the figure looked mysterious, his face shrouded. In the light he looked neither good nor evil, but a sense of power came from him, he looked noble, deadly. A force any man should quiver in front of. Twin swords crossed each other on his back. "How is that possible?" His voice seemed human, yet was not, like there was a hint of something more in his voice but no one could fathom what it was exactly.
"I'm…I'm not sure exactly. Our shots were straight on yet two strangers stopped them mid flight," Michael answered, barely more than a whisper.
"Hmm, and what did these strangers do to stop them,"
"They, well, one sliced a bullet in two with a sword and the other shot the second bullet from the sky before turning his guns bearing down on us, Doug died in a hail of bullets. Sir?"
The robed figure chuckled, "It is of no importance to you."
Michael's hands flew to his temples as he crumpled to his knees in agony, "Your failure is noted. You will have another chance to redeem yourself though. Find them once more once they are inside the tower and find out how good those traitors really are. Go now and do the work of the Order of the Demon Hunters,"