The Last Spartan

Disclaimer: don't own Devil May Cry either or any or all of the video games that are and will be or the animated series (oh yes, it exists)

Author note- hey ya'll. Sorry if the sentences are slightly incoherent but I was trying to watch Hellraiser while I wrote, love the movies, but anyways thanks to everyone who's continued with me up until now and if you're new to the series I'm apologizing for all the short chapters, but that's the way I want this series. Btw for everyone who's commencing onto future chapters I've got one that's going to be really short. Sorry this took so long, Enjoy!

She sat comfortably in front of a roaring fire. Her splintered feet patched up and resting on a foot stool. Vergil was bustling about a small kitchen preparing her tea.

Evalen was amused to see her 'evil' brother acting as a housewife. He handed her a dim green mug and she took a sip. It was sweetened with honey allowing it to slide down her throat easily. Vergil sat opposite of her.

"You look better." He noted the high color on her cheeks.

"And you look alive." Evalen noted back

"Observant." Vergil laughed

"You know Nero will kill you when he finds out."

"Nero? How is my son doing? I haven't seen him in ages! Is life treating him with all it's splendors?"

"If you call school splendor, then sure." Evalen laughed

"Oh, that's right. Time passes much faster here." Vergil chuckled

"So that's why your all…adultish?"

"HA! You have to remember, I am older than you. Also, the demonic blood within us ages us queerly. I won't have a single wrinkle for another 500 years!" Vergil laughed

"500?!" Evalen exclaimed

"Yes. Being of Demon does have it's ups my dear."

Evalen fell silent as she stared at her brother and sipped her tea. Soon tears began to cloud her vision.

"What's wrong, sister?" Vergil leaned forwards

"It's just that everyone goes on about how evil you are… and now even Dante thinks that I'll end up like you…" she began to sob

"Our foolish brother. Typical. And what of my boy?" Vergil mused

Evalen shook her head "No. He firmly believes I'll never turn into a blood thirsty bastard like you." She sniffled

"Blood thirsty bastard? Is that what he's calling me now?" he snickered

Evalen broke into a sobbing hysteria

"AH! What's wrong?!" Vergil jumped to his feet and stood over his sister, his hands just above her shoulders but unable to decide where to set them. Evalen only sobbed harder.

"Oh, come on!" Vergil groaned

Then an idea struck him "I know! Hold on right here! I'll be back in a second!" Vergil turned and dashed into another room and came back a moment later carrying a small wooden chest. On the chests lock was the Spartan crest.

"Eva, stop crying for a moment and look at this." Vergil instructed

Evalen seriously tried and Vergil settled for her sniffles. She looked at the small box and when she put her finger on the lock it snapped open. She quickly jerked her hand away.

"It's alright. Go ahead and look." Vergil urged

Evalen steadied her hands and lifted the cover of the box. Resting inside was a black headband with a violet jewel set in it. A silver bracelet with many small purple charms resting on it's links. A silver ring with a strange not encrusted within it. A choker necklace with an opal violet jewel that matched the headband. Two dangling ear rings with one purple and one black die. Also there was a set of black gloves that extended to just above ones elbows and instead of attaching to each finger it only did so to the middle (think of Sanzo's gloves from Saiyuki.).

Her eyes widened.

"Go on. Put them on already." Vergil urged further

Evalen slid the items on. They all fit perfectly.

"Father gave me these just after mother died. They belonged to our Aunt Mina when she wasn't much older than you."

"Aunt? I never knew we had any other family." Evalen shook her head confused.

"We don't, at least anymore. She's been dead for a very long time."

"Why?"

"The Spartans are a long and powerful blood line. Most demons despise it's power. As one demon kills another it absorbs the other demon's powers. In the Spartan case this power is passed down from generation to generation. Always increasing, never decreasing.

"In the case of the females they gain most of the power, for they're the ones who give life to more Spartans. So obviously they're targeted before they reach puberty, before their power becomes evident. In the case of us siblings if we were to look at the total sum of Spartan power Dante and I each only hold 20 percent, you hold the rest. Even if him and I were to gang up and fight against you we'd die."

"So, that's why?" Evalen guessed

"Yes, that's why we hid you. In fact we did so well that even you didn't have the faintest idea of what was going on."

"You could have told me." Evalen said stubbornly

"Oh, but that would have ruined the fun! Besides, we wouldn't want you to end up like your blood thirsty bastard of an older brother, now would we?" Vergil winked

"Oh, but I do believe he turned out much better than they give him credit for." Evalen teased back

"Really?" Vergil asked, serious now

"Really." Evalen smiled

Vergil mused over this and finally asked "How so?"

"You saved me from that voice that tried to consume me. You were also there when I needed you. You're my big brother. There's no way you could be bad. Just misunderstood." She explained

"Thank you." Vergil said with a hug

"I only speak the truth." Evalen admitted

"I have another surprise for you, well, not a total surprise." He smiled

"The Widows Reaping?!" Evalen asked excitedly

"Yes. Mothers old weapon from when she would hunt demons, met father, and fought along side him until she became pregnant."

Her eyes widened as he pulled it from it's sheath.

The Widows Reaping was a circular blade 4 ½ feet in diameter. There were 6 bladed petruding from the circle, 3 blades in a set parallel to the other set. The longest and front most blade was jagged and had three finger holes. The second 2 holes, and the third 1 hole. On the outside of the circular blade was a 1 millimeter serrated blade would rise and spill the opposite way the blade was being spun.

The blade suited Evalen very well. She held it with ease and seemed to move for her, rather than by her.

"Oh, splendid! I'm glad you've caught on so quickly! Now, would you like to learn everything mean old Dante wouldn't teach you?" he said with a mischievous grin.

"Oh, I don't know. Wouldn't that be against the rules?" Evalen teased

"Did they say you couldn't learn to use your demonic powers?" Vergil asked with a raised eyebrow

"Point taken!" Evalen laughed