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 write 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 happening 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 son 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. "Doesn't 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, it's not like we're leaving this time." "Yes, let's end this in one last blow." stated Vergil.
And that is where the story is dear reader, both sons of sparda gathering up their remaining power for on last clash, and for once it wasn't for their ideals. But to prove who was stronger in the end. The scene eerily similar to their last clash as young adults, the drew their swords both gifts of their father, and took off twords each other at blinding speeds. 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 backward 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 in agony. "Wow, must have got you good for you to agree with me," Dante chuckled out.
"Sorry..." he stated the mood turning somber. "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, instead i just cut you down," 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 for over a couple of weeks. "... im sorry too, I shouldn't have held you and mother responsible for what happened that day, and what happened on the Temen Ni Gru and after was no one's fault but my own." Vergil said reflecting on his past.
"Yknow i sure hope the kid's okay without me. He's strong, but he's young." Dante said, worried. "I wouldn't 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 never stopped fighting each other like she asked," 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 their world hadn't stepped in.