A/N: I was looking at this the other day and although it's been like a year since I last played DMC 5 I thought it was just unfair to leave this fanfic as it was, I didn't want to continue this but reading it again, I thought it deserved an epilogue. Sorry if V sounds a little bit off. I've forgotten how to write him. I did miss my Dante and Vergil's bantering and so I decided to add a little bit of Dante's smugness in here.

He's an idiot but he's our idiot.

This chapter is mostly shit, so I don't know if you're going to like it or not. Anyway...

Hope you enjoy.

It was a weekend night and the three of them were sprawled about Dante's shop, chilling, bolting pizza, guzzling beer and laughing at stupid jokes and long exhausting anecdotes. It had been a year since Dante and Vergil had returned from hell, still though the feeling of lack of belonging still sting Vergil more than the hellfires. Although his view to this family thing started to change eventually, for Nero, it was different, Vergil couldn't really put a finger on it, he felt weird, proud and alienated at the same time towards the young devil haunter yet he admired his skills. For Dante, it was another story. He went from hating his twin and his posse to tolerating them, not minding them and … at last, perhaps liking them a little. The latter however changed from day to day, hour to hour or even minute to minute.

This evening was one of the worse ones that Vergil would rather stay away from but no, he found himself sitting idly on the sofa in Dante's shop, Yamato sheathed on his lap, his head hurting from the loud rock 'n roll song banging in the background, watching Dante, Lady and Trish bolting pizza, guzzling beer and laughing. He could already tell that this was going to be a long night as the very drunk Dante started one of his old absolutely repetitive stupid jokes again.

"You know what they say about finding oneself? " he drawled, opening up his eight-hundredths can of beer and chunking all of it down in one go, " I mean Verge here literally did that— amazing."

Lady facepalmed immediately, although she was smirking drunkenly too, " Oh no I can already hear the sound of Yamato being unsheathed." She said dramatically as Dante went on.

"No… listen listen… Mr. poetry showed up looking like the fucking Billie Joe Armstrong—"

"Oooh don't even start with the impaling… I mean that's gotta hurt Dante," Lady interrupted again.

"Cracks me up every time I think about it—" Dante burst into hysterical laughter, grabbing a slice of pizza and shoving it into his mouth.

Vergil eyed both of them intensely, grinding his teeth, oh he's had enough of Dante's idiotic manners, " Continue babbling and the next you find cracking will be your skull, lay wasted on the floor with your nonexistent brain splash up the wall and onto the ceiling."

Dante perked up, glancing up and down at his brother judgmentally, " Ha…ha Vergil, I thought you had Yamato stick up your ass all night, it's a pleasure to have to pursue you take it out a little, so you can loosen up."

"Perhaps I shove it down your throat?" Vergil raised his eyebrows, still not moving from the sofa," that would shut up!"

"Yeah well… that's what she said— ow!" Dante looked expectantly at Trish who just smacked him on the head, "What the hell Trish?"

"Language Dante,"

"Yeah yeah… whatever mom." Dante waved his hand dismissively before opening up another can, this time though before he could lift it to his mouth, the can was cut into little pieces and Dante was drench in liquid, he looked up dizzily, his reflexes dull by alcohol, as he stared at Vergil who was sheathing his Yamato. Dante threw up a middle finger and let it linger before picking up Ebony, he twirled it around his trigger finger, while opening up another can. Vergil on the other side of the room went on for his sword again before Trish stepped in between them, holding up her hands.

"Boys… boys that's enough." He yanked the can out of Dante's hands, "And you go easy on drinks, I know you're a big boy now but gotta still need that liver, huh Dante? " She looked over at Vergil then but before she could talk the sharp tip of Yamato froze at her throat.

Vergil was now standing not a foot away from her, holding his icy gaze on the demoness.

Time was healing, or at least that was how it was supposed to be, for Vergil though the mere sight of the demoness was like an old infection, pouring poison in his blood system. She reminded him of Mundus and the eternal flames, even though now he knew her story that she was also a tool tossed aside, he couldn't feel empathy for her. Dante seemed unfazed though, that sentimental idiot, but Vergil had always been on the edge around her although he could manage his anger more now.

Trish didn't look away, her cornflower blue eyes staring at Vergil's glassy ones as the man finally gave his sword a twirl after a stretching second. Lady that had already held her breath, let it go and Dante either didn't even notice the tension or chose to ignore it.

"I'm going to bed." Announced Vergil before walking to the stairs.

"Yo! Forgot this bro!" Dante shouted, not even caring that it was already 2 in the morning and they had neighbors as he picked up a poetry book Vergil always carried around after he gave the William Blake one to Nero. Vergil caught it in the air and before it hit his face, looing bluntly at Dante's dumb grin. "G'night."

The imbecil. Vergil still couldn't decide, after forty-something years since their birth, if he wanted to kill Dante or he could just let the dumbass stay alive and annoy him to the grave. Apparently he had chosen the latter.

On the way to the room, he thought about what Dante had said and about something else, the peace that had engulfed him, the balance he thought he had finally mastered.

"Every night and every morn

Some to Misery are born.

Every Morn and Every Night

Some are born to sweet delight

Some are born to endless night."

He heard V reciting again. He always did that at night, talking into his ears, playing violins, singing songs and reciting. Reciting Shakespeare, William Blake, and sometimes John Donne. Sometimes it calmed Vergil and other times it irritated him how the human side had taken over so quickly and eagerly.

"Stop reciting. I'm meditating."

"I thought we were supposed to talk while you meditate. "

"Wrong."

"You don't resent me as much I see."

"You aren't as resentful anymore."

There was a long pause before V let out a sigh. "Ah I see the balance Dante was talking about earlier— you think you're getting soft."

"Dante is stupid and so you are! Leave me alone."

"The former I agree with the latter, however… I am you, Vergil, in a sense." Said V quietly but not without a hint of amusement in his voice," But if by getting soft you mean not beheading mother's lookalike downstairs in cold blood, then, by all means, can't we both agree that it is a good thing? "

"It is weak."

"But our strength grows out of our weakness. Don't you agree? "

Sitting in that dark room crossed leg, Vergil couldn't help but let a small smile grace his lips.

"Isn't that what father always said?"

A long pause followed after that and for a moment Vergil felt a tinge of cold loneliness in his chest. Then the voice came out of nowhere.

"You belong here Vergil,"

"Do not start this conversation again," Replied Vergil," we both know that's not true, yes it's been a year being alienated in hiding, I have killed people. Destroyed lives, spilled blood without mercy-"

"But you do regret it." V interrupted.

"I do not."

"You regret it," V insisted because he was the only one Vergil couldn't lie to," That's why I am here instead of Urizen."

"You speak nonsense."

"If that is so, then perhaps you need to widen your own knowledge for no man is without repent. The important thing is that they are there for you, standing through evil and goodness and they're not letting you go, no matter how many times you push them away."

"Will I be able to live with myself though?" It was weak, both the question and the way Vergil uttered the words, it was uncharacteristic and Vergil regretted it the second he brought them up but then V wasn't just anybody.

"That is for you and for time to answer."

Vergil felt a smile tugged at the corners of his lips then, even though unsure, he still felt a strange warmness in his stomach and his chest.

Perhaps him finding himself wasn't so bad after all, at least he could still have these peaceful conversations with V and somehow he was more tolerable than Dante.

A/N: Somehow Vergil sounds more fucked up here, I mean the guy is literally arguing with himself lol
I don't know, should I continue this?
perhaps no... let's just leave it as it is.