Hello hello, i know its been a while but finally its here. all sugestions have been noted and i will get to it, for now please make do with little side tickler...well i found it funny to write.

First messages to the reviewers.

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Sir Deviltry

The introduction to the house was quick and simple. The two brothers were shown the main rooms such as library, drawing rooms, dining rooms, their own rooms and kitchens. Gladdis had whisked through the rules and then left them in the hands of her children, who took them to one of many drawing rooms.

'I wander why it's called a drawing room?' thought Dante 'doesn't have much art or stuff to draw with.'

Pearl was eyeing Dante and Peter was more interested in wiping away a hair from his suit. Dante and Vergil felt somewhat uncomfortable. They shifted in their seats and gazed around the room they sat in. It was large and well furnished with gold and red. A large portrait of a man with long black hair and wearing armour hung above the fire place to their right. This, Vergil suspected, was the twin's father.

"Lovely weather?" cooed Pearl as she straitened her skirt.

Dante grunted and then received a sharp jab from Vergil. "Yeah, I guess so."

Silence followed.

Somewhere in the large house there was a loud thud. So much so that the chess pieces set up on a board in the corner fell over and rolled across the floor.

"I do believe, dear sister, that someone requires your presence!" smiled Peter looking at the door.

Pearl placed her hands together and smiled. "Quite right brother." she rose to leave. "I wont be long." she was looking at Dante when she said this.

Shivers and stabs shot thought his entire form. He just smiled wearily.

"I apologise." sighed Peter. "For her behaviour."

"I found no fault in it." stated Vergil.

Peter stood and walked to the window. "Why are you here?"

"Mood swings from my mother are a bitch!" smiled Dante.

"Surprisingly shocking." smiled Peter. "You are both of the seed of Sparda, yet completely opposite. Surly the most feared demon lord of the entire known world would raise children with correctness."

"Forgive my brother, he was created from the leftovers of my fathers essence." said Vergil.

"Son of a…" Dante got an elbow in the face knocking him off the chair.

The raven haired twin chuckled. "I can tell you'll make this an interesting visit."

Dante rolled to his feet and raised his fist at Vergil. There was a sudden knock at the door; Peter gave permission for the visitor to enter. Slowly the door opened to reveal an old man. A butler, and an ancient one. Bent over with age and carrying a tray, his feet shuffled against the marble floor. His head was bald but clear of liver spots and decolouration. The white brows that sat above his eyes were large but not bushy, neatly trimmed in fact.

"Ah yes Regal. Thank you for bring that." said Peter flicking his hair out of his eyes.

"Not a problem…" started the old servant, he took a deep breath. "Young master…anything for the young Sparda's."

The three youths watched as Regal slowly approached and set the tray on the table. It contained glasses of a red liquid and rolls of some kind.

"Will that…..be all….young masters?"

"Yes thank you!"

The old boy bowed and then remade the five minuet journey to the door and closed it just as slowly. Dante was straining to keep the laughter back, even Vergil had to compose himself. Peter didn't seem to notice and picked up, quite delicately, a cup of the brew brought in. Vergil followed in equal a manner while his younger brother wandered to the window.

Dismal conversation began between Peter and Vergil. Dante rolled his eyes and grimaced to hear such a loud of crap. He pressed his face against the window. It overlooked the gardens where several gardeners were at work clearing weeds and planting flowers. A brightly coloured moving object in the area attracted Dante's attention. It seemed to be a bird of some kind, weaving and flying very uncoordinatedly about. Then it turned suddenly and flew straight into the window. This of course shocked the youth so much so he almost fell back.

Peter and Vergil stopped talking.

"Ah yes! I see you've met Sir Deviltry." smiled the host.

Dante glanced at him. "Sir Deviltry?"

Peter nodded. "Yes it's because 'he's such a devil!' My younger sister named him. Not Pear, I have another sister!"

The youngest sparda dreaded to think what she was like. But for now stared at the monkey sized beast the other side of the window. The parrot, reptile got up and shook its red, yellow, green and purple feathers. Its eyes bulged out of its head and they seemed to move separately and never really focus on one thing. Scales coated its belly and small claws where on the bend in its wings. A bright blue tongue lolled out of its mouth, while three single feathers stuck up on its head. It tapped the window with its beak and eyed Dante eagerly.

"Let him in will you. There's a good chap!" asked Peter though it sounded more like a demand.

"You want me to let that thing in here?" snorted Dante. "It's like a retarded…thing!"

"Very imaginative Dante." sighed Vergil.

"Retarded!" screeched Deviltry.

"Oh now you've got him learning a new word." frowned Peter.

"No Shit!" chuckled Dante.

"No shit! REEEEEETTTTAAAAAAAAAAARrrrrded." it squawked again.

"Bastard!"

"Bastard!"

"Vergil is a bastard!" said Dante slowly.

"Dante!" snapped Vergil "that's quite enough."

"DANTE! IS A BASTARD, NO SHIT, REEEEEEEETARRRRRRRRDED!"

Dante's head snapped to the window. "you little!" he smacked the window and the creature flew away screaming out his new words.

"He'll do that for hours!" sighed Peter.

A knock followed at the door. There was another large rumbled thud followed by several shouts of alarm. The old butler, Regal, entered again, seemingly quicker but still slow. He was out of breath.

"Young…master…Peter…your father…has…returned…and…requires…your…audience!"

Peter stood. "Excuse me!" he left swiftly with Regal hot on his heels, well in a manner of speaking.

Once alone, Dante and Vergil looked at each other.

"How long are we here for?" asked Dante.

"NO idea!"

"I give it about a week before I lose it."

Vergil grunted. "I give you three days!"

i thought it was funny to an annoying animal not quite a pet but not quiet a stranger into it.
and one that talks imagine the possibilities.

again i'm open for suggestions and maybe characters, and i'll put them across in as much likeness as possible.

R&R if you please.

xxxx i am you biggest fan xxxxx