"You could only marry a woman by tricking her into it?" Vergil asked incredulously.

"I told you already that I proposed to her! I just sprung it on her as a surprise is all."

"That could have turned out terribly if she declined. I doubt any woman would have liked to kill something on her wedding day."

"Oh, like you would know," Dante muttered, then shrugged. "She had to learn her lesson, and she did. She still holds everything about that day close to her heart, and she wouldn't have had it any other way. I guess that's what makes us work so well."

"I see. But back to the topic on hand..."

Their conversation was cut short by the sound of not one, but two car engines rolling up outside. One of them shut off and footsteps hurried up to the door. By coincidence, or maybe by some cosmic trickery, the door burst open with said topic happily walking inside, carrying some bags. "I'm hoooome!" Vita threw her arms around Dante's neck, kissing him on the cheek.

Dante smiled and hugged her back. "Yes you are." Vergil looked away a little.

Trish walked in, carrying a couple bags of her own. "Dante."

"Right," he dutifully got up from his seat and kissed his wife. They closed their eyes and warmly smooched for a minute, forgetting where they were and who was there. Vergil definitely looked away from that and unexpectedly into Vita's face.

"I know, gross right?" Vita said. Her large blue eyes were boring into his. She smiled then turned her attention back to her parents, clearing her throat. They ignored her. She did it again, but they still paid her no mind.

"Hey! Get a room already!" She snapped.

They ignored her again and kept at it for a few more seconds.

"You guys are disgusting."

"When you get a boyfriend you'll be all over him too," Trish said.

"Not in front of the family," Vita shot back.

"If we hadn't done it in front of you, you would've turned out worse," Dante said. He frowned looking at Trish's bags. "Wow, you guys sure went all out huh?"

Trish smiled sweetly at him. "We're girls, Dante. We either go all out or we don't at all."

"There goes my pizza budget," he muttered.

"Speaking of money, Morrison's right outside. He wants to return your deed."

"Oh! Right!" He stepped out of the office to greet his old friend.

Trish smiled at Vergil as she walked past, setting her purchases down on the desk. Vita dug through one of her own bags.

"Oh, Uncle Vergil, I got something for you."

"Hmm." Despite himself, he watched her as she withdrew a small box and presented it to him.

"Take it!"

Vergil reached for it, fidgeting slightly as his fingers brushed against her skin. Taking it into his hands, he opened it to reveal a gold painted necklace with a red stone in the center. He went still.

"Dad would tell me stories about you," Vita explained. "Not too many, but enough for me to know that you were a badass. And every badass needs his bling right?"

Vergil looked up at her, his expression unreadable. Vita misread it.

"I'm sorry if it's not up to par. There's only so much money I can cough up for actual gold and rubies."

"No," Vergil said. "I appreciate it. Thank you."

Vita's face lit up with another smile. "Oh, that's good to hear! The girls wouldn't accept anything less, but it's hard to afford that kind of stuff."

Dante walked back inside with Morrison in tow. "Just wanted to introduce Morrison here to the newest employee of Devil May Cry."

"How do you do, sir?" Morrison tipped his hat at Vergil. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Vergil nodded back at him. Morrison couldn't quite put a pin on it, but he felt a sense of unease when looking at Dante's brother. Maybe it was because he heard that Dante once killed him. Maybe it was because Vergil had a very long katana (it was sheathed, but still) by his side. Or maybe it was that odd sense of recognition. But who was he kidding? He'd never even seen the man until now.

"Thanks for taking care of things, Morrison," Dante said. "It's nice to see we haven't been evicted yet."

Morrison laughed. "Well, I'm old as shit, so you'd better believe I'm responsible with our dough."

Trish rolled her eyes.

"So you're really leaning into this being a family business, huh?" The broker said. "Got your wife, nephew, and your brother helping you out."

"I don't recall agreeing to that," Vergil said.

"And he completely overlooked me," Vita huffed at the same time. Morrison chuckled.

"We'll figure something out," Dante said. "We always do."

"Sure you will," Morrison leaned in to whisper. "And between you and me, the future is looking brighter for you than it ever has."

"Don't say that now, something always goes down when you do."

"Well we're not quite done recovering from the last thing, so we have time," he pat Dante on the shoulder. "Now if you'll excuse me, I shall take my leave."

"Thanks for coming again," Dante said.

"No problem. See you on the next job." Morrison waved Trish goodbye, nodded at Vergil again, and fist bumped Vita as he left.

Vergil turned back to Dante. "We didn't discuss this."

"I kind of thought it didn't need saying. You don't have anywhere else to go, we need to work, and since you'd be perfect for the job..."

"Hmm."

"Don't tell me you're too lazy to work," Dante joked.

"I...just didn't think this far ahead."

"Well don't worry about it. I'll do it for you."

Vergil raised an eyebrow, but had to admit that he was mostly clueless on how the world worked. He never expected this of all outcomes.

"And when can I join?" Vita asked. "I've been here longer than him."

"Yes, but you're younger," Trish said. "We can't risk your safety when you're not a legal adult yet."

"I mean you're technically not at that age either..."

"Vita."

"Kidding, sorry," Vita held her hands up. "But Dad, I have something to show you."

"Oh God," Trish shook her head.

"Yeah? What is it?" Dante crossed his arms.

"Stand back," Vita excitedly walked to the center of the room. Breathing in deeply, she closed her eyes. Dante stared at her quizzically.

Vita's eyes opened, glowing a bright purple. Orange light struck her body as she changed form, activating her Devil Trigger.

"Huh. Well that's...unexpected."

"Well? What do you think?" Vita's voice sounded distorted, and a little deeper. "Pretty cool, right?"

She had completely changed form, with every trace of her human body replaced by a reptilian but still humanoid demon. Not unlike her father's normal demonic form, she retained several human features, such as the general anatomy and a well defined face. Her head had several spikes coming out the top, the top two of which represented her horns. Another one, this one much thicker, sprouted from just behind the top of her head, trailing down to hang behind her back like her ponytail. The spikes lost color the longer they went, fading from orange to a grayer shade. The outline of her coat was carried over to her demon self, as seen by her orange scaly skin covering her torso, which went down to her forearms. Like everyone else, her devil form had cracks in the chest, glowing an orange color. They were surrounded by black and gray skin. Similar cracks appeared on her forearms, lighting them and her hands up against the dark skin. Her back was entirely orange as well, covered by more scales, spiky protrusions, and cracks. Her coat, which was now her wings, fell down her sides and to her thighs. The coattails were transformed into segmented wings, and a couple of spikes rested on her shoulders. When she flared them out, those spikes unfurled and spread from under her armpits. The back of her wings had more cracks, and the insides glowed with a swirly pattern. Her legs were dark colored, with additional glowing cracks running through them.

"That's awesome, kid," Dante smirked, watching Vita spin in a circle as if she'd put on a new dress and was showing it off. "Looks a lot like mine did."

"Well, I had to get most of my demon genes from somebody," Vita said. "My literal demon mom doesn't even have a kickass demon form. How does that work?"

Trish shook her head. "I told you, honey, I'm already a demon. What difference does it make?"

"Everything, if you want to look stylish while on the job."

"At least I have a job."

"Low blow, Mom."

"How did you get it?" Dante asked.

"Remember that psycho tree?" Vita asked as she reverted to her human form. "It was raising hell so close to home that I went to check it out. And when it attacked me, I just...unleashed it."

"Shit. Seriously?" Dante grabbed her shoulders. "Were you hurt?"

"Nah, not too much. I mean sure, getting stabbed by a bunch of roots hurt just as much as it sounds, but it all disappeared in an instant. I gotta say, it was totally worth the pain."

Dante hugged her. "I'm sorry I couldn't have been there to protect you. I should've done more."

Vita pulled back. "Are you kidding me? It was totally awesome!" She caught the looks her parents were shooting her. "Okay, okay, I obviously don't mean the death and destruction part, but for a month, I was on my own most of the time, learning how to fight. You know, survive. That was the hands on training I was looking for!"

"And you're sure you're okay?" Dante was asking her these questions again. Learning more about what she went through without him had him worrying about her all over again. "You don't have nightmares or anything?"

"Dad, come on," Vita rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't be bragging about any of this if I was mentally scarred from it."

"It seems all of our demonic powers have been affected by the Qliphoth," Vergil remarked.

"All?" She asked. "You mean besides me and that twerpy cyborg?"

"I told you to call Nero by his name, Vita," Trish admonished.

Dante snorted with laughter and Vergil let out a quiet "Hmm".

"Do you mean..." Vita waited for them to stop laughing. "You guys got upgrades too?"

Dante hesitated. "Well, kind of."

"What do you mean 'kind of?' It's something gnarly isn't it? Can you show me?"

Vergil was beginning to understand why Dante seemed reluctant. "True power is not to be trifled with," he said. "It isn't a toy to be flaunted in show and tell, or a weapon to brandish carelessly. It must be honed, perfected, and refined."

"Oh," Vita awkwardly looked down.

Dante nudged Vergil in her direction, giving him a look. Vergil got the message, and with as much experience in social interaction that he had, he got up from his seat and walked over to her. She looked up in curiosity.

"But it is an accomplishment. It does not come easy to us, but you have proven your worth. Over time, you will come to learn its meaning."

"Wow, thanks."

"We're proud of you, Vita," Dante said. "We all are. Welcome to the club. I promise we'll all teach you how to control it, but you have to remember that we just spent months in the demon world. We're a little deviled out right now."

"No, I get it," Vita reassured him. "Just experiencing it was a big rush for me too."

"At least my brother's descendant isn't as hardheaded as he is," Vergil said aloud.

"Excuse me, mister 'I need power'?" Dante looked at him sideways.

"Eh, that's not what my teachers say," Vita shrugged. "But Dad, can I at least see your sword? It's got to be something sick, right?"

Dante sighed, looking at Vergil.

"Please Dad? Even Mom hasn't seen it, and she gave up her own sword for it."

Trish and Dante shared a smirk. Who says she hasn't seen my "sword" yet?

"Alright. Stand back."

Dante held out his right hand, and the Devil Sword Dante was summoned into his grasp, appearing out of thin air through a brief flurry of flame-like energy. He swung the massive sword in a wide sweep, a loud whoosh accompanying its immense weight.

"Holy cow," Vita's eyes blew open. "That thing is vicious!"

"You think so? It definitely feels like it too, isn't that right Vergil?" He jokingly asked.

Vergil just shook his head. "I remember you being stabbed by my blade far more than me by yours."

"Pfft. Okay. He must have blocked out the pain from his memory," he said to Vita, who laughed.

"A Devil Arm bearing your own name," Trish said. "It's even more impressive up close."

"So is Rebellion like, inside this thing?" Vita reached out to touch it, but Dante held it out of reach. "What about the Sparda?"

"I wish I knew," Dante shrugged. "Demon power is something I'll probably never understand. Probably for the best."

Vita stared at the sword skeptically. "Sure it is."

...

At Dante's behest, Vergil opened a portal to one of Red Grave City's surrounding cities, wanting to see how it had fared ever since he left it. While he wanted to check out his hometown itself, he knew that it was still too painful for Vergil. Truth be told, he wasn't sure if he was ready to go back himself, so he settled on a neighboring city that had also been affected by the Qliphoth. He had Trish come with them, but made sure to keep Vita home. Knowing that she had broken her parents' rules and visited one of the cities all by herself during the incident, got hurt, and worried everyone to death was enough to have him firmly sit in place until the adults crossed through the portal, despite her good intentions. Dante knew Vergil was a little impatient to hear the rest of his story, but was willing to wait for it. He didn't much appreciate interruption. Dante promised him that he'll finish the story later, but first things first.

"Holy shit," Dante breathed as he laid eyes on all of the destruction. "To think it reached this far."

"It's bad," Trish said to him. "Not as bad as Red Grave, but with the extent to which it spread...I'm so glad our home wasn't touched."

Even though they took a helicopter to Red Grave back when the Qliphoth broke out, and that it was far from reaching their home city, Dante shared the sentiment. Taking her hand, he said "I know. I don't throw this word around a lot, but it's a miracle. And I'm still relieved you two are okay. Whatever had happened, I was hoping against hope that you and Vita were safe. I could lose the shop, but I'd be lost without either of you."

"Dante," Trish looked at him lovingly and squeezed his hand.

Some of the city's skyscrapers had fallen. There was a big mess all throughout the streets, and many roads were blocked off by the police and construction workers. Some roads were destroyed, ejected from the ground where the roots had undoubtedly sprung from. A lot of buildings were totaled, and he could see some people drifting about, looking for someone or something with the aid of the police.

"Yup," Dante mused. "It's a miracle alright. Have there been any demon sightings around here?"

"Some, but not a lot," Trish said. "It's not much different from before the Qliphoth. Now that the portal's closed there aren't as many of them coming through. But there have been much more calls to every local devil hunting agency since. Now that demons are public knowledge..."

"Yeah. I see."

Vergil was lost deep in his own thoughts. He couldn't imagine the sheer amount of destruction and pain the tree had caused. While he helped cut it down, there was still so much to do. The world needed healing. His mind went back to that fateful day, when he was alone and scared, cornered by demons as he was attacked and nearly killed, watching his house go up in flames. He felt the world abandon him, everything that meant something to him died, not giving him a second glance as it disappeared. He felt betrayed, lonely, and cold. It was something that haunted him for years on end, but he refused to let it go. But the humans couldn't handle it. They weren't built for such madness. And they needed help. It was then that he realized what exactly his brother was fighting for, and why he was doing it. Seeing everything before him, he knew that he was no longer the only one in the world to literally stare death in the eye. It was time to take up his sword for someone else.

...

Everyone's moods brightened up when they returned home. Seeing their own city still lively and untouched gave them a sense of relief and longing.

While Vergil headed inside, Dante stayed out, asking Trish to stay with him.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing, I..." Trailing off, he struggled to find the words.

"Dante."

"I'm just...I'm really glad you're here Trish."

"Huh?"

"Remember what I said, that I'd be lost without you? I meant that. And I know that's how every husband feels about his wife, but I was stuck in a whole other dimension. For months! I figured you would've returned home by then, but I just couldn't be sure. I value my time with Vergil down there, but not a day went by where I didn't worry about you or Vita. I didn't know how long we were going to be stuck there, and I was itching so bad to see you again. If you hadn't been here when we returned yesterday, I probably would've lost it. I was so desperate to see your face, that I really do think it was a miracle that it was the first thing I saw when I stepped out that portal."

"Oh Dante," she held his face. "I felt the same way."

"I know. But I needed to tell you, because we haven't really had alone time until now. Yesterday I was too tired to say anything, all I needed was you next to me when I fell asleep, but remembering how we first met, our first time making love, our wedding, I-I realized that you're my whole world. Even more than before, if that's possible.

"Dante," Trish took his hand in both of hers. "That's the most beautiful thing you've ever said to me."

"I try."

Trish leaned in and in a rare tender moment, they gently touched their foreheads and closed their eyes. Words didn't need to be said as they stood in silence. Pulling their heads back, they stared into each others' eyes before leaning in.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, pressing against each other as they poured their very souls into it. Love ran high between them, and they grabbed each other's heads. Dante tilted his head and opened his mouth wider to allow for more access to Trish's face, which she took advantage of and eagerly met his tongue with hers. They kissed for a full two minutes, intent on not letting each other down. Their minds may have been at peace, but their bodies were still demanding more.

The passionate and intense kissing eventually slowed down into a more romantic and loving one. Their breaths started to return as they finally let each other go.

"From now on, that's a mandatory part of our daily routine," Dante said. "We kiss each other when we wake up, leave, get ready for a job, in the shower, and before we go to sleep."

"That's not counting when we make love," Trish stated.

"Or when no one's around."

"Or when pizza arrives."

"Or right now."

They started making out again.

...

"All done!" Vita announced.

Trish and Vita were setting the table with a hearty meal consisting of smoked salmon, broccoli, and baked potatoes. The aroma wafted over to Dante and Vergil, who were sitting back on the couch. They'd returned to their initial positions of reading and sitting silently, respectively, enjoying the delicious sounds coming from the kitchen.

Dante whistled as he feasted his eyes on Trish carrying over a couple of plates at chest level. "Now those are a couple of delicious looking goodies."

"Aw, thanks sweetie. I hope you enjoy."

Dante leaned in to whisper to her. "I wasn't talking about the food."

"I know."

Dante just smiled and discreetly pat her on the butt.

"Totally worked up a sweat there," Vita served Vergil his plate then served herself. "It didn't get in the food, though, don't worry."

"I still did not need that imagery."

"Wow, this looks great," Dante said. "You girls sure you didn't need my help?"

"I would've liked it," Vita tried to say but Trish talked over her.

"Of course. You two deserve a proper home cooked meal after being gone for so long."

Vergil looked down at his plate, then to Trish.

"This looks wonderful. Thank you," Vergil said directly to her, which pleasantly surprised her. They were sitting at a small square table, allowing for one person to sit on each side. Dante sat on one side; to his right was Trish. To her right was Vita, then Vergil, leaving him across from Trish.

"Oh, it's nothing," she said. "Dig in." Secretly, she knew it meant everything to him, but she was happy to let him enjoy his first real meal in who knew how long.

"Pizza is great and all, but something about a healthy meal really hits the spot," Dante said as he swallowed down a forkful of fish.

"Took you long enough to find out," Vergil muttered, to which Vita laughed.

"Psh."

"I hope you did not influence your child with your bad eating habits."

"Hey, she turned out fine! Vita, prove it to him."

"It's true! I've been getting perfect scores in all my PE classes," she shrugged out of her jacket to show off her bare arm, still wearing her tank top. Flexing, she showed off her developing muscles, which were showing slightly from her slim arms. "I feel on top of the world every day." She of course knew that given her powers she was going to feel that way regardless, but greatness didn't come to those who waited.

"We make sure she has a balanced diet, don't worry," Dante said. "She's gonna go far, you know?"

"I see."

Trish smiled at seeing their banter. It was no wonder why Dante would disappear for so long, he truly loved his brother. Vergil seemed to be opening up a lot, especially in comparison to the stories she'd heard of him, and his gradual but steady bonding with Vita gave her much joy.

"Is the food alright, Vergil?"

"Yes, very much."

"I didn't know what kind of meals you prefer but I knew I had to prepare something nice. I noticed you didn't touch your pizza yesterday."

"Oh. My apologies. I didn't take into account your hospitality-"

"It's no big deal," she assured him. "I could've done better yesterday too. We just weren't expecting you to drop by like that."

Dinner carried on like that, with easygoing conversations and every plate being cleared. There wasn't any other way to describe it than peaceful.

Vergil sat contently in his seat, belly and heart full for the first time in decades. Dante helped Trish clear the table while Vita went up to her room. Unexpectedly, Vergil suddenly felt alone. The time he spent with Vita and Trish weighed heavily in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel in an almost childish way that he was safe. Safe from the threat of demons, safe from his trauma, safe from fighting. He felt light, but it was going away. He wanted more. He reached up to his collar and touched the necklace Vita had given him, which was hiding underneath his clothes. It was precious, despite its cheap price.

"Uncle Vergil?"

Vergil saw that Vita had returned from upstairs.

"Yes?"

"I take a walk outside every night after dinner. I make sure not to stray too far from home but it gets boring sometimes. Do you wanna, you know, come with me?"

He was grateful that the opportunity came to him first.

"Of course. When should we leave?"

"I was just getting ready earlier. If you need some time I can wait."

"That won't be necessary. We shall leave at the earliest convenience."

"Straight to the point, sweet. Mom! Dad! Uncle Vergil and I are going out!"

Dante walked out from the kitchen. "Oh really? Have fun."

Vergil picked up Yamato as Vita made her way to the door.

"You sure you gonna need that?" Dante asked.

"Always."

"Huh. Just try not to draw too much attention with it. And Vita! Behave."

"I get it already."

They left the building, walking side by side in the evening light. Dante couldn't help but smile at seeing them. Shaking his head, he went back to the kitchen, where Trish was washing the dishes.

"Did they leave?"

"Yup."

"It's so nice to see them getting along," Trish said.

"Tell me about it," Dante walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. "I wasn't sure how Vergil would react to her constantly bugging him but I think he has more parent material in him than he realizes. He's a little rough around the edges but I think she's getting him to come around."

"He definitely seems to have mellowed out. I guess you two being alone together did some good after all."

Dante took a swig. "Yeah, well. It took him some time to agree to come home."

"Why is that?"

"He wasn't sure what to do anymore. All our lives, we were fighting you know? Our rivalry was our entire reason for being, and now that we actually like each other we turned it into a competition. Who could kill the most demons, who could destroy the most Yamato fragments. But when all of that was done, he ran into a dead end. He didn't want to talk too much about Nero or Vita, and breaking the news to him that I was married to you was enough for him to look at me funny for a whole month. He got over it, but still."

"Uh huh."

"It took some time, and it's gonna take even more, but I think this might be the thing that actually gives him purpose. He'll learn to value everything, and I could practically see Vita melting his heart."

"Right," she said. "We really raised her well, didn't we?"

"I like to think so. Here, why don't you let me do that?" Dante asked. "You go rest, you did enough with cooking the meal."

"You're sweet. Thanks," she kissed him and took off her gloves, handing them to Dante. She grabbed his beer and took a swig. "Come upstairs when you're done. I have something to show you."

Dante eyed her as she left, curious but feeling he knew all too well what she wanted to show. He quickly got to washing. Suddenly, the amount of plates and pans seemed enormous. He vigorously worked through them, anticipation building. Once he cleaned the sink and wiped down the counter, he grabbed his beer and took another drink.

"Trish?" He walked up the stairs, feeling his heart beat a little faster. She gave no response. Walking up to their room, he turned the door knob and opened the door. It was dark inside save for the lamp next to the bed, which illuminated the room in a yellow light. He was greeted with the sight of an almost naked Trish on the bed, wearing nothing but boots, lying on her side and propped up on her right elbow with her hand supporting her head.

"Hello, my love," Trish spoke in her bedroom voice.

"Is this...what you wanted to show me?"

She nodded softly.

"Sweet Mundus," he said to himself. Kicking the door shut and locking it, he walked over to the bed while shedding his clothes. "You didn't waste time."

"You deserve all my time."

Dante hurriedly threw his shirt off and got to work on his belt. His excitement made him a little jittery, and it took a few seconds longer to loosen it and drop his pants. Getting fully naked, his erection swung out and jutted proudly from his crotch. Trish eyed it hungrily, licking her lips. Dante crawled into bed where Trish pushed him onto his back and straddled him. She leaned down until their chests were pressed up together and their faces were only a few inches apart. The warmth of her body was making him lose all rational thought. His penis was painfully erect, pressing against her soft butt.

"I know you wanted me," she moaned. "All those months without your sexy, beautiful wife, you must've been driven insane."

"You're driving me insane now."

"Or maybe I'm making you sane," she leaned down and licked his ear, which made him shiver. "I should have waited," she whispered into his ear. "That quickie in the kitchen was too little, too soon. Especially with the others right outside..."

Dante let out an audible moan, which made Trish snake her body against his. She ground her crotch into his groin. "But that was just a taste of what's to come. Do you want the rest?"

"Yes."

"Then sit back and relax. Let me be a good wife for you," she pulled her head back and stared him right in the eyes. Smashing their faces together, Dante and Trish passionately kissed, all of their desire overflowing into each other.

Dante ran one hand through her hair while caressing her butt with the other. He squeezed, rubbed, and held her firm cheeks much to her vocal pleasure. She held his face as she ravenously kissed him. Forcing her tongue into his mouth, she was met with an equally aggressive tongue. They tongue wrestled, saliva mixing. When Trish pulled back, a thin string connected their bottom lips. Their mouths and chins were coated with it as well.

Kissing her way down his torso, Trish maintained eye contact as she traveled down his body until her face was right in front of his cock. Looking straight into his eyes, she licked the tip.

Dante sucked in a breath. His heart was going crazy as Trish grabbed his penis and started pumping it. She moved even lower and took his balls into her mouth. Dante groaned as she started sucking on them. A tingling feeling started to spread through his limbs. Trish's mouth and tongue worked like magic on his testicles.

Trish rolled them around in her mouth, smooching his sac until she let go. Grabbing his member again, she licked it slowly from his balls up to the top. Naughtily looking up at him, she opened her mouth and took the top part of it into her mouth.

"Ohh...damn it Trish," Dante groaned.

Trish sunk her head lower and lower as she consumed it more. Dante gasped slightly at the sensuous warmth of her mouth. It felt like he was on fire down there, and there was no way out. He closed his eyes and moaned out again as he felt her lips wrap around his hilt and kiss his pelvis. He could feel her throat open up to welcome the top part in, and he felt like he could explode at any minute. Not that he wanted out...if he could live the rest of his life in such comfort, with the woman he loved between his legs and worshipping his penis with her mouth, he would be just fine with that.

"I'm so glad I married you."

"Umm-humm." One of his biggest turn-ons was her muffled voice when she was sucking him off. Despite the lewd act he thought she looked absolutely stunning with his erection in her mouth. He was always impressed with the effort she took into fitting the whole thing inside it and down her throat. There were many a time where he got himself off using just her mouth, and they both loved it. Trish bobbed her head up and down, up and down, repeatedly. He loved how she coated him in her saliva, letting her lips smoothly run over it. Her tongue came out and licked along it as she continued to work.

Dante buried his hands in her hair. Experimentally pushing down a little, he felt no resistance, so he was free to push her head all the way back down and hold it there. Trish enthusiastically bounced her head on his crotch, sucking at him with passion. Dante started to move his hips to match her rhythm, and soon he was humping her mouth. His tip stabbed at the back of her throat repeatedly, making a wet and lewd gluck sound. Arousal was building fast and Dante was humping quick enough to match it. He continued to hold Trish down there, and soon his strength overpowered hers and he took over.

Gluck gluck gluck gluck gluck gluck gluck gluck.

"Ughhh, ahhhh!" Dante groaned loudly.

"Ummmf, mmmmfffffff, ummmmmmff!" The noises Trish was making were unintelligible. She started to tap at his thigh to get him to slow down, but all control was lost as Dante savagely speared her throat open with his cock, roughly using her mouth as a toy again, and before either of them knew it he erupted, blasting jet after jet of hot semen down her throat and directly into her belly.

"Arrgggghhh!" Dante went still and held Trish's head against his crotch, his blood on fire as his heavy balls deflated with each spurt he shot out. Trish could only close her eyes and suck, coaxing every last drop out of him. She was greatly irritated that he took it too far and came right away, and that she hadn't been able to taste any of it, but had just cum from the rough treatment she was getting, so she couldn't complain too much.

Trish coughed as Dante released her and she finally pulled her head off his shaft. Her stomach was full and heavier. "That was...a bit much."

"Sorry, Trish," he sheepishly smiled. "You were too amazing."

"I know," she smiled back. "But let me take care of the rest, okay sweetie?"

"Yes ma'am."

As she got up from her spot and started crawling over him Dante caught a quick glimpse of the wet stain on the sheets she left behind. That was enough to get him hard again.

Dante watched her straddle him and reach for his dick. Massaging it slightly, she positioned it up and under her. She slowly descended until her lips touched the tip. An electrifying tingle went off in every limb of their bodies. She sensually lowered her hips and allowed his penis to penetrate her vagina.

It was as if they hadn't had sex the previous day. The brief sex they'd had in the kitchen felt like a handjob in comparison to this. For the first time in almost half a year, Dante truly felt himself travel through her walls. The silky smooth membranes welcomed him inside, tightening around him as they always did. The moist, humid feeling warmly enveloped him once more, and he felt complete as he reached the end. Reunited at last.

"Welcome home, Dante," Trish breathed. She sat up, placed her hands on his chest, and started to bounce. Jolts of pleasure shot out everywhere, and their bodies felt a hundred times more sensitive. "Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh! Yesss..." she hissed. She loved the feeling of impaling herself repeatedly. A hole in a woman and a pole on a man. She'd had sex with Dante many times over the years but only now did she marvel at the very idea of it. The concept that a couple complete one another with these tools made all the sense in the world to her, and she was so glad she could partake in it. Her toes curled.

"Ohh. Oh, Trish," Dante stared up at her and was once again mesmerized by the gorgeous large orbs on her chest. Her nipples stood out as her breasts jiggled.

"Touch me," she gasped. Grabbing his hands, she placed them on her breasts, and instantly he got to work on squeezing and playing with them. He grabbed her nipples and squeezed them as well. He twisted and pulled on them, much to the extra pleasure of Trish.

Dante sat up and buried his face in her tits, hungrily licking, sucking, and softly biting at the the pale white flesh of her breasts and the dark nipples. Trish held his head to her bosom and moaned softly. She brushed a hand through his hair when he took as much of one of her breasts that he could into his mouth. Her bouncing didn't deter him from keeping at it and moving on to the other one.

Leaning back up, Dante leaned in to kiss Trish. She met him and happily kissed back. They hugged each other tight as Trish went at it harder. They moaned into each others' mouths, which were accompanied by wet smacks. Pressure was building rapidly in their groins.

"Uh. Ah. Oh! Ah!" Trish's moans picked up in speed. Dante humped back, and soon their shared orgasm came to its climax, and Dante let go inside of her. Trish yelped and hugged him tighter, losing strength as she came. She wanted to absorb everything he gave her. She wanted his sperm to stain her walls for all of time.

"Thank you, baby," Dante whispered in her ear.

"Don't thank me yet. I have a lot more work to do."

Getting up, Trish slipped him out of her. "Come here," she said. She had Dante lie on the bed with his head at the other end. Swinging her leg over his head, she lowered herself down on top of him in a 69 position.

"Now that's what I call a nice view," Dante said. He eagerly took her vagina into his mouth and started sucking it. Trish moaned at the feeling, and the even more pleasurable sensation of his tongue licking along her slit. She looked back down at his member, all coated and slick with both of their cum, and took it back inside her mouth. She moaned heavily around it, enjoying how it filled out her mouth and sunk through her throat. Closing her eyes, she happily bobbed her head up and down again.

She was pleasantly surprised with Dante's eagerness to eat her pussy out right after pounding it. Trish never had a problem with drinking her own cum, and tasting it off his dick which had just been inside of her turned her on even more, but Dante had always been less than enthusiastic about it. He loved tasting Trish's cum but generally avoided his own, but was currently licking them both out of her. But who could blame him? Going months without the love of one's life resulted in a higher libido, and the only appropriate climax to such an event would be to give into desire upon reunion.

Dante ran his hands along her long legs while he licked her. The soft brushes of skin on her sensitive legs made her moan more. He loved how her breasts pushed against his stomach and how her nipples poked into his skin. They didn't have sex in this position very often so it was always a unique feeling when they did. He touched her boots and grabbed hold of their heels. One thing he was forever grateful for was the invention of high heels. The sound they made on a hard floor, the way they accentuated a woman's legs, how they walked in them... Their intention was to be irresistibly sexy, and they succeeded. Having a woman wearing nothing but high heels, whether they were stilettos or boots like Trish's, whether those boots went up to the knees or even better, up to the thighs, and having sex with her, was one of the best feelings in the world, and he wouldn't trade it for a thing. He tongued her vaginal lips rapidly, feeling her moisten up in response.

"Mmmmm..." Trish was moving her head faster in accordance with his licking, and for good measure she ground her pussy in to his face. She was intent on smearing it all over him and kissing him with his face covered in her cum. She reached down and grabbed his balls. She squeezed down a little to ensure pleasure and minimal pain. Dante groaned into her vagina and squirted pre-cum directly into her mouth. Trish happily drank it down and continued to fondle his balls. I love you Dante. I love you so much...

Dante and Trish had finished cleaning each other up and were well on their way to making another mess. They were both feeling their orgasms rise up in their groins, their hearts beating fast and their bodies tingling. Trish's head bobbed faster while Dante's tongue came out to play and targeted her clitoris. Trish twitched violently, but Dante held her legs in place. He reached up and squeezed her ass, pulling her nether regions up against his face and started to really go down on her. His tongue dove inside her, where he licked up all of the nectar she was leaking. He noisily sucked on her vagina as splash after splash of lubrication hit his tongue. Trish's eyes rolled into the back of her head at the feeling of his wet, nimble muscle invading her down there. She made sure to tighten extra hard around it. Meanwhile, the combined pleasure of being eaten out with her being hard work at fellatio had her drooling all over his member. So much saliva was dripping out of her mouth that it practically drenched it, far more than the precum. It trailed down and wet his balls. Dante was ready; he knew how close he was, and he wanted Trish to be there with him. Forcing his tongue out of her, he returned to her clit, attaching his lips to it and sucking with all his might.

"Mmmmmffff!" Trish's vocal pleasure came out muffled. The sensitive nerves shot off fireworks in her head and her loins, and she knew it was coming. She pulled her head up some to grab his penis and jerk it as she sucked him off with a vengeance. Dante moaned and groaned, but continued making out with her bottom lips. They lost all concepts of thought; all they could think about and feel was each others' genitals and cum as they finally let go and rewarded each other with an explosive orgasm. Dante's efforts were met with a ferocious spray of cum directly into his mouth; Trish's hips twitched so much her aim started getting out of control. As she let out a muffled scream, she humped his face, her mind going blank as she blasted him over and over again with fluid. Dante shut his eyes and reconnected his lips to her vagina to drink down as much as he could. On the other hand, Trish finally got to taste him as he erupted like a volcano. Rope after rope of hot semen shot out from his dick and directly into her mouth, and she enjoyed every last drop as she pumped him to get them all. She was so aroused from drinking his fluid, the intimate, dirty, and passionate act being enough of an aphrodisiac that she came even more. She hoped poor Dante wasn't drowning down there, but she knew he would have no complaints from dying like this. Similarly, if she could die just swallowing everything he gave her, enjoying the sensation of his cum pooling up in her stomach and making her full, she would be satisfied.

The couple took it slow, wanting to bask in their orgasms as well as each others', as well as give each other as much time as they needed to draw out the conclusion of their intimacy. Trish finally pulled her head up, gasping for air. She swung her leg over Dante and checked on him.

"Dante?"

His face was a painting, a lewd, sticky painting, covered in demon cum. The sight turned her on, despite her burning vagina.

"That was epic," was all he could say.

Trish grabbed his face and slammed it against hers, meeting in a sticky kiss. Their mouths opened and their tongues intertwined. They tasted each other and themselves once again.

"I made you all dirty," she whispered. She started to lick his face clean, which he enjoyed. "Let me take care of that for you."

"Trish..."

"That was only a taste of what's to come," she moaned seductively. "We need to make up for lost time, baby. All." She grabbed his softening member, which hardened again at her touch. "Five." She positioned her hips right above his. "Months." She dropped straight down, and she was once again impaled. They both groaned as he became fully buried in her once again. "Don't think you have to do anything for me. Just relax. This is all for you."

"Ugh," Dante groaned in pleasure and fell back onto the bed again. Trish started moving her hips, resuming riding him. The room was filled once again with the rapid smacking of their sweaty, sticky skin. Neither of them could express how grateful they were to have a bed that could handle them.

Shit... Dante reached up and squeezed Trish's tits. I am the luckiest bitchin' guy in the world.

...

The walk outside was a perfect dessert for Vergil. Cool air breezed gently against his skin. Not too cold, but enough to keep the warmth away. The Underworld was a place with many temperatures and biomes, but most of what he could remember was hot, dry air that stunk badly. To think he was once obsessed with staying there...

Vita's ponytail and jacket swayed in the air as she walked alongside him. So far, words hadn't been exchanged between them, but for the time being, none were needed. A content, peaceful mood settled on them. It reminded Vergil of his time back home, before everything went to hell. The air was nice, everything looked beautiful, and there was no one around except for his family. Vergil looked over at Vita, thinking. How such a tragic turn of events led to such a beautiful child...it was almost incomprehensible. The fact that something good came out of it, and that he had the privilege to witness it, fifteen years late. If he'd only known, especially now that he knew he had one of his own.

"Something on your mind?" Vita asked.

"Hm? No, nothing."

"You sure about that? You've been staring at me."

"Have I? Curses."

"I don't mind it!" She reassured him. "But if you have anything to say, I'm all ears. I brought you out here for that."

Vergil looked down as he walked. He did want this, so it was his responsibility to do well on it. "How-" he started, but awkwardly dropped it. "How has your life been?"

"My life?" Vita mulled over the question, but briefly. "It's been freaking awesome."

"In what way?"

"Knowing that I was born special. Do you know how cool it is to have demon parents? I have the most kickass genes! Growing up, Mom and Dad would shelter me from all of the ugly stuff they had to deal with, but I fell in love with it! That's what makes us strong, so - so powerful. Knowing that I was stronger than anyone else at school and that I could punch through a table easier than I can take a math test was one of the best feelings in the world. You haven't seen it yet, but I inherited my mom's lightning powers. Check it out."

She stopped walking and held out her left hand, which started to light up with yellow lightning. She fired a beam straight from her palm and directly across from her, lighting up the darkening street. Vergil was impressed.

"That's not all either. I got something from my dad too." Her right hand lit up with flames. Forming a fireball, she nonchalantly tossed it up and caught it repeatedly. "Or at least, I think it's from my dad. I haven't seen him go inferno before."

I have.

"Impressive," he said to her delight. "No one in our family has demonstrated the natural ability to control two of the elements."

"What can I say, it's nice being special." Vita didn't catch Vergil's disapproving look at that statement. "Mom and Dad have been teaching me how to use my powers. They know I want to get in on the family business and they figured I'd have to learn to defend myself at one point, so I've been taking all sorts of lessons."

So Dante went on to be like Father, Vergil thought. He could vaguely recall receiving sword lessons as a child, struggling to handle Yamato. Perhaps he has beaten me in that regard.

"Have you dealt with any demons?" He asked.

"Just a few. My parents try to keep me away from their work, but I've seen some up close and personal. I even had to kill some when I was on my walks, but please don't tell them. I really don't want to get grounded again."

"Just as long as you had no other choice, and you were responsible," he said.

"Do you have any tricks you can pull off?" She asked.

"I would rather not show them off."

"What? Come on!"

"No."

"Please Uncle Vergil? I showed off my power twice already."

Vergil knew she was intensely into this kind of thing, and since Dante wasn't there to filter her, he figured there was no use arguing with her. Maybe he should apologize to Dante for saying Vita was less hardheaded than him, for that was a grave misjudgment. But then again, she did get him a gift.

"Fine," he held out his hand, and much like Dante, summoned a sword into it. A bright blue, glowing sword appeared, his Mirage Edge, which appeared to ripple and warp the air around it. He swung it around him a little, and a blue trail followed its blade.

"That's so cool," she said. Her eyes followed it around. "How do you do that?"

"I concentrate my energy into forming these blades," he explained. "I disapprove of firearms, so these were the best alternative." To demonstrate, he conjured up a Mirage Blade and sent it flying, straight into the gut of a demon away from them.

"Oh, well speak of the devil," Vita said. "Literally."

At the end of the now fully darkened street were several Hell Caina walking around. Once they set their eyes on Vergil and Vita, they started to advance.

"More of these things..."

"Still out for blood, I see," Vergil observed as his conjured swords disappeared. "I shall put them out of their misery. Stay back." He popped Yamato out of its sheath.

"Oh crap," Vita's eyes widened in excitement.

One of the demons rushed at Vergil. In the blink of an eye he dashed past it, cutting it multiple times. He sheathed Yamato as he got back up from his stance. Vita blinked rapidly, amazed at his speed. Three Caina jumped and attempted to swing at Vergil as they descended. Drawing Yamato again, he slashed in a wide arc and cut through their abdomens like butter. Blood spurted out, none of which managed to hit him. He jumped and stepped on one of the falling bodies, using it as a jumping pad to gain elevation. He threw his sword diagonally below him and speared one that was leaping at him. Turning around and kicking another that tried to get him from directly below, he reached out and grabbed Yamato, yanking it free from the Caina. He slashed in multiple directions as he fell before landing on his feet. Multiple disintegrating bodies fell and crumbled around him. A single one remained; Vergil simply got into a stance. To the naked eye, he only pulled Yamato partially out of its sheath and then put it back in. But instantly, an orb of light surrounded the demon and slashed it all over. It fell over, dead.

Vita was wondering why she was drooling when she realized her jaw was hanging open. Shutting it, she ran over to him. "That was awesome! How did you do that? You were so fast I couldn't see you half the time!"

Vergil allowed a small smirk. "Practice."

"How long will it take for me to get to that level?"

"An eternity. This technique is my own, one that no one else could ever hope to replicate."

"Wow. Um okay."

"Your own technique however," Vita looked at Vergil curiously. "Has limitless potential. You are a wild card. With your lifelong training, you could reach it quicker than your father or I and make it your own. Do not give up."

Vita smiled. "Yeah. Thanks."

The walk home was largely uneventful. The moon hung over the sky, illuminating uncle and niece as they returned home. No one ever could have known that demons had attacked that night; everything was at peace.

"Vita," Vergil said as they stood at the doorway. "Are you...happy?"

This caught her by surprise. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I-we just..." he struggled. "Your father would want you to be."

She smiled. "I am. Thanks Uncle Vergil."

It was clear that he was still socially awkward, especially when it came to sentimental feelings. His lectures and talks of power were delivered easily, but that was to be expected given that was his only priority for decades. Even though she was the youngest one there, Vita felt somewhat proud of her uncle for trying to break out of his comfort zone and socialize more. She was determined to be his friend.

"Thanks for coming out here with me," she said. "It's nice to finally meet you."

Vergil nodded slightly, hiding a smile. Vita stepped forward raising her arms a little, signaling what she wanted to do. Vergil stood a little defensively, but knew he couldn't resist. Before he could change his mind, he nodded again, and Vita stepped up and hugged him again. Compared to last time, this was more comforting, and Vergil tried not to freeze up again. She was so warm. She filled him with such comfort, such security, he felt childishly happy to be in her arms. Was this what he had been missing all these years? Was this what Nero lacked growing up? His heart started to beat quickly.

Vita pulled back and smiled at him. "Let's go inside."

"Yes," he barely stopped himself from croaking that word out.

While Vita opened the door and walked in, Vergil stood outside for a minute to wipe his eyes. Tears...how long has it been?

A/N: You know, playing as Morrigan in Marvel vs. Capcom 3 and seeing her in action in Infinite really makes me want to get into Darkstalkers. I need more of big titty fun-loving vampire waifu. Too bad none of the games seem to be playable on modern consoles and a chance of a revival is close to nil. Damn it Capcom, your fans love your series more than you do. You have a potential Darkstalkers fan right here and you're not capitalizing on it at all. Come on.

I had fun trying to figure out Vita's DT. I wanted it to resemble Dante's more and not Nero's, since being 75% demon she needs a more demonic form. I based it heavily off Dante's DT in 4 and 5, to the point it's almost identical to it. In my defense, Vergil's normal DT has always looked close to Dante's as well, even in the concept art for 5. Nero's concept DT in 4 was also pretty similar, to both of them, having an identical wing/jacket pattern, a lot of red, and Vergil's Yamato arm sheath. I didn't want Vita to be very different from what was established, but also not an exact copy of it. I had just a little trouble determining her eye color in DT. Dante and Vergil's SDT eye colors are red/orange and blue, respectively, but Nero's are yellow for some reason. I wanted to parallel that and purple seemed like a good fit (I originally went for green.) Her ponytail design came from me seeing Kamen Rider Jeanne in action, who has a ponytail-like look on her helmet. (I have a long ways to go before watching Revice, though, since I'm still at the year 2000 with Kamen Rider Kuuga and Mirai Sentai Timeranger.)

I also changed the demons Vergil fights from the Empusa to the Hell Caina as a way to show how much he's changed. In the Visions of V manga, Vergil was attacked by skeletal demons, which look a lot like the Caina, and was almost killed until he summoned Yamato and cut them down. That was when he determined he was alone and that the only thing that mattered was power. This felt like an appropriate change.

I'd originally written a very long rant in this section, but I felt it was written in the heat of the moment and deleted it. In case I feel like bringing it back up I could paste it in a future author's note. I also didn't expect this chapter to be so long, even without the rant or the rest of the note. This is my longest chapter of any of my stories yet. Pretty cool. Have a Happy New Year.