authors note: hey im the auther this is my first story here and its pretty much an idea ive had running in my head for a while i have a story ive been writing for myself and im fighting writers block on it so i figured i might want to wright here for the fun of it anyway enjoy the story or dont, i dont really care :p
chapter 1: an end to a beginning
Dante and Vergil, a tale thats gone on for many years, each fighting for the supremacy of their own ideals. One to protect humanity and those he cares about, and the other to have power to protect himself no matter what. Its a struggle between them that has been happing since their tragic reunion when they were young adults. Till where they are now as middle aged men fighting in the demon realm.
"C'mon Vergil dont tell me you tore your sons arm off for this little power?" taunted the red clad son of sparda having knocked the blue clad sone of sparda back with a powerful strike. " It was a necessity for my power, after all it was mine to begin with," replied Vergil regaining his bearings. "Doesnt make up for it but who am i to judge your parenting skills," admitted Dante. "Now, how about we finish this fight, we destroyed the cliphod tree and closed the portal, its not like we're leaving this time." "yes, lets end this in one last blow." stated Vergil. And that is where the story is dear reader, both sons of sparda gathering up there remaining power for on last clash, and for once it wasnt for their ideals. But to prove who was stronger in the end. The scene eerily similar to there last clash as young adults, the drew there swords both gifts of their father, running twords each other. Unlike last time it doesnt end in a victory for our red clad hero, but a draw, both slashing through the other and standing still for a moment even the wailing of the demon realm stuttered to a dull roar. and then they fell backwards the ground drinking in the blod of the sons of sparda. *cough* *cough* "well that hurt like a bitch!" Dante exclaimed with a pained wheeze. "For once, I agree with your vulgarity, brother," murmured Vergil. "Wow, must be bad for you to agree with me," Dante chuckled out. "Sorry..." he stated. "For what are you apologizing for?" Vergil said both confused and startled. "For a bunch of things actually, i shouldnt have hid that day, i should have tried harder to help you when we fought on the Temen Ni Gru, i should have tried to save you when you became Nelo Angelo." Stated Dante remorseful of his actions. Vergil paused not expecting to hear that of all things from his brother whom he'd just battled to the death with over a couple of weeks. "... im sorry too, I shouldnt have held you and mother responsible for what happend that day, and what happend on the Temen Ni Gru and after was no-one's fault but my own." Vergil said. "Yknow i sure hope the kids okay without me, he's strong but hes young." Dante said worried "I wouldnt worry too much about him he seemed capable enough to beat both of us." "Heh, true enough." chucked Dante painfully. "Guess this is it, hopefully we get to see mom." "Yes it would be nice to see her, though i imagine she's gonna be pissed because we killed each other," stated Vergil. "Hey that kinda language is my thing, asshole!" Dante retorted playfully. "Go fuck yourself Dante," replied Vergil sick of his brothers playfulness. "Right back at'cha..." Dante said drawing his last breath. And with that the sons of sparda's story came to and end. or it would have if two gods not of there world hadn't stepped in.