authors note: Hey, im the author, and I pulled the story a while back and took a break because i didnt like a few things when i originally posted it so it is different in some ways and others not, well either enjoy reading or dont hopefully its better than the previous version: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 the 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 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.
Sitting in quiet agony, both brothers thought back on regrets they had. Dante for leaving his friends behind with not even a final goodbye and his pizza tab unpaid. Vergil, on the other hand, for failing yet again at the hands of his brother, for not having enough power. "Y'know, i gotta say this isn't exactly how i pictured dying," Dante said, trying to talk with his brother for what is probably the last time. Vergil thought briefly on his brothers words and said, "I... I could say the same." Kind of excited at getting a reply Dante said, "From when i was younger, I always thought it be at the hands of Mundus, kinda imagined it being a large drawn out battle with me dying at the end,surrounded by corpses and bullets but when i beat him all those years ago I was surprised to live thanks to Trish." Vergil, surprised at his brothers description of his own death, pondered it silently. "Do you remember anything from that time? It's something I've been wondering?" Dante curiously asked. "I remember seeing your part of the amulet mom gave us and pieces of our final fight in the library, but... everything else is blank from that time." vergil replied. Dante listened to his brother speak about that horrific moment, reached his hand, twords his neck thinking about the amulet suddenly rembering it became a part of the sparda which was now apart of his sword named after himself... probably should have come up with a more original naming convention than copying what his dad did. "Yknow, I think I did something wrong back then." Dante said. "What do you mean?" Vergil asked. "The sparda was formed from both parts of the amulet and force edge... I think dad intended for us to use it together." Dante replied mournfully.
Vergil, too, thought about how it was convenient it took both parts of the amulet his mother split. "Well, not that it matters much anyway now, im pretty sure we aren't leaving here," Dante stated while beginning to sit up. Vergil grunting also joined his brother in the painful process of sitting up. "You getting your second wind too, brother?" Dante questioned, grabbing his sword. "Yes, i believe im ready to continue our fight." Vergil said, looking fiercely at his brother.
Both brothers look at each other intently with no more words spoken, but an intense understanding was gained. This was to be their last battle. For a moment, the entire demon realm was completely still, not a scream or whisper of the hot wind it was known for. Suddenly, both brothers were engulfed in a bright light that lingered and reached the earthen sky. lightning crackled and broke land as it sweept the landscape with demonic power. Suddenly, both hulking sin devil trigger forms of Dante and Vergil shot out at lightning speeds clashing with loud thunderous clangs, each strike changing the landscape.
This battle, which nothing of this world, had anything close to comparing in strength lasted weeks. Both brothers never leaving their most powerful forms. the landscape of the realm forever changed by this clash of titans. In the end, though, both brothers perished at the hand of each other, a small but honest smile on their faces. That was the end of the twin sons of sparda, but their journey wasn't exactly over dear readers.
