Notes:

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LINEAGE

By PCSP

Chapter 4

Undefined date – 23:38

Somewhere in human world

"Come on, Verg! What's your problem? Why are you mad now?"

Vergil didn't answer, entering the hotel room with small steps and analyzing the ambient around them.

It wasn't by any means a luxurious bedroom, but for those who were sleeping in hell floor for the last weeks, it seems like a paradise. There was a white plywood wardrobe and a small cabinet on the opposite wall, both probably empty; a small flat-screen television hanging on the wall just above the cabinet, and a medium-sized double bed (witch was beautify wrapped in white bedsheets that smelled so good that Vergil didn't even want to get close to it while he was still covered in dirt). The corded telephone, typical of hotel rooms to have, was also attached to the wall, near the headboard. The suite's bathroom door was right next to the bed, and the room was so small that there were no bedside tables to store any belongings.

After a long time living without dignity or comfort by any means, Vergil was pleased to finally be in a suitable room to sleep. Of course, while he was living as V, he had the luxury to sleep in a comfy bed for a few days in the human world, but it wasn't the same: at the same time he remembered those moments, they seemed just like distant and superfluous memories. When he remembered V's life, it feels like that was just a weird dream he had experienced. Despite knowing that they were real moments in his life, this part of his past felt unreal, as well as the memories of his days living as Urizen. In conclusion, because he was incomplete that time, his memories also felt like lacking something… And living as a complete being, Vergil stayed for years at the demon world, without anything resembling a comfortable bed. He could not deny that he longed for a human moment after living so long as a demon, but he would never admit that to Dante.

"Double bed? I thought she said it would be two singles." Dante murmured behind him, looking discontented when he analyzed the room details.

And speaking of Dante, of course he had to go and ruin his humor being his stupid self, as always.

"We do not have much choice, your friend said that it was the only vacant room tonight." Vergil bitterly spoke, giving Dante his back as he removed his coat and throwed it in the wardrobe without any care. Unfortunately, they wouldn't have any spare clothing and would have to wear the dirty ones again, but at least he could take a warm shower. "Unless you want to go back there and try to seduce the receptionist a little more... Who knows? Maybe she'll invite you again to spend the night with her and you won't have the displeasure of sharing a double bed with me."

"Is that why you are angry with me? Vergil, my account is empty, there isn't a way to pay our stay here right now. I had to do my best to convince her we would pay at check-out!" Dante huffed while trying to defend himself.

Come on! Vergil wasn't being fair here!

"I suppose your questionable behavior is considered plausible by your moral standards, or better yet, the lack of moral standards. Does your frivolous mind believes that seducing the receptionist is the right thing to do to convince her of giving any type of financial advantage?"

"Stop mocking me!" Dante grunted "Do you want to sleep on the streets?"

Vergil laughed without joy at that question.

"I don't mind, since the streets are far more comfortable than Hell, thank you very much. And if having a double bed bothers you, you can very well accept her invitation and sleep in her bed. I'm sure she won't complain."

Dante slammed the bedroom door shut, walking firmly to Vergil's side, feeling all the aura of jealousy emanating from his brother. He was stuck between a mix of emotions that ranged from wanting to punch Vergil's head against the wall while still hugging and comforting him to subside his jealousy. This act didn't seem to be heat related, because it used to be normal for Vergil to act like that, and while Dante was happy to recognize Vergil childish behavior in his actions, he really wished his brother had matured a little more.

When they were both children, Vergil was very jealous and possessive: he couldn't share his belongings, his toys, his parents, and even his brother. The few times they interacted with other children in the playground or something like that, Dante always tried to make friends and Vergil chased those kids away with cruel looks while possessively tugging on Dante's arm. The behavior was the same with their parents: when Eva or Sparda paid a little more attention to Dante than to Vergil, either because he was sick or needed more assistant on his home schooling activities, Vergil was full of jealousy towards his parents and used to sulk and complain all day when that happened. Sparda was always amused by this behavior, saying that it was typical of the demonic side the boys have and Vergil sure was an early bloomer, while Eva tried to educate her eldest son to not be so possessive and to connect more with his human side.

Dante sighed, feeling tired but slightly nostalgic. Despite being a bad feature of his brother, it was so typical of Vergil that it was gratifying to deal with it again. Better a possessive Vergil by his side than no brother at all. And maybe living with Nero could change him over time… The kid sure changed him for the better, he might have the same impact on his father's personality.

"I will not leave you alone, Vergil." He reassured, because he knew that this is the real fear his brother has to deal with, and that's why he was behaving like an asshole.

"You should." Vergil quickly replied, still annoyed "That leaves more space for me."

Jealous, possessive, stubborn. – Dante thought in a slightly affectionate way, watching his brother take the tattered gloves from his hands and throw them in the closet too. Vergil was an extremely meticulous person and valued a tidy room, so if he was throwing his clothes around like that, it indicated that he really was out of patience.

The older one took a towel off the bed and irritably entered the bathroom, slamming the door behind him, with the intention to finish undressing away from the source of his annoyance. And if Dante knew his brother well (and he does), Vergil would be taking the first shower because he intended to use all the hot water, only for the pleasure of letting his little brother deal with the cold water as a punishment for flirting with the receptionist.

Fucking asshole...

Dante rolled his eyes, also deciding to partly undress: he took off his coat and shirt and tossed his garment next to his brother's clothes. Despite visually knowing that all the pieces of Vergil's clothing there were so dirty that they couldn't be even saved by a washing machine, Dante didn't feel disgusted by it, as the outfit were impregnated with the characteristic odor of his brother's heat, inviting him to sniff it until his imagination took control of his actions.

Dante wanted to pick up Vergil's coat and burry his nose on the collar, because it looked extremely inviting… but he refrained before doing something as absurd as that. So, he concentrated on a shelf below the closet, finding a thin blanket (which he spread out on top of the mattress without thinking twice) and a robe. Dante took the robe as if it were a precious treasure, deciding that if Vergil was going to have all the hot water, he might as well have the luxury of sleeping in it and not in his smelling clothes after he showered. Vergil will be the one dealing with dirty clothes to sleep, he didn't care! Actually, he would like, because the heat's smell was so strong on the coat and…

No! Bad devil-me, bad!

Choosing to finish undressing in the bathroom, since he did not want to put on his robe while his body was still dirty with dust, blood and sweat, Dante approached the telephone on the wall, reading the instructions there to make an international call.

Initially, Dante dialed the number for Devil May Cry's office, just to find out if the office was empty or busy. He wasn't sure what time it would be in Capulet, but he still tried his luck. After five calls, no one answered. Dante put the phone down and thought about what to do.

He knew Devil May Cry's mobile number by heart. Dante did not use cell phones, because these technologies never appealed to him too much, and that is why he always remember the important numbers. He could call Nero and ask for a loan; he knew that the boy would curse and bitch because he disappeared to the underworld for quite some time, but he would end up lending enough money to pay for the night at the hotel. After that, Nero would pack his stuff and go to Devil May Cry office to wait for his arrival, ready for a fight that would certainly last for days.

Dante really wanted to talk to Nero. Something inside him missed the boy so much that he didn't even recognize himself. But he also knew that there was a lot to be discussed before asking for any kind of financial assistance, and that sort of thing would certainly not be resolved in a single call. No, Dante preferred to meet Nero in Fortuna, with some luck it would be a calm reunion after he planned the encounter with Vergil. The last thing he wanted to do was watch the two fight again, as much fun as it was to see Vergil take a beating from Nero on the top of the Qliphoth, he didn't want it to happen again.

Deciding what he should do, Dante picked up the phone again, and dialed.

After a couple of seconds, someone answered.

"I hope someone is dying, because if not, I will end your misery myself. Who the fuck is calling so late at night?" Dante heard Lady's voice, hoarse with sleep, taking the call.

He smirked, happy to listen that voice, even if she sounded pissed off.

"Hey babe!" He greeted, energized, listening to the noise of falling water next door, indicating that Vergil had finally started showering.

"DANTE!?" Lady screamed, and Dante's smile grew even more. His time in hell made him forget how he missed the girls, no matter how grumpy they might be sometimes.

There was a great commotion on the other end of the line, because Dante was sure he heard two female voices fighting over the cellphone. After a couple of noises and curses, another voice was heard by him:

"Dante, where are you?" He heard Trish questioning in a sleepy voice, almost inaudible with Lady's screams in the background, since she was probably outraged for having her cellphone stolen from her hands.

"Trish? Hey babe! Are you with Lady?"

Before either answered, Dante heard muffled noises again and soon the call sound quality declined a little, indicating that one of them had put him on speaker. Well, easier that way, isn't it? The call wouldn't be so smooth, but the ladies wouldn't kill each other, and that's a win situation.

"We are in a long mission abroad; we're resting to continue the gig tomorrow." Lady replied harshly, without patience for casual conversations "Where the fuck are you, Dante!? Do you have any idea how time has passed?"

"Did ya miss me that much, babes?"

"Shut up, idiot!" The two responded in unison, and Dante let out an amused laugh.

Ah, how he missed the girls... It was refreshing to hear their voices again, no matter how angry they both were at him. They usually were angry at him anyway, so nothing different from the ordinary.

"Dante, let's get to the point. How much?" Lady asked, impatient to resolve the matter and go back to sleep. They both clearly had a lot to ask him, but they were business girls and they knew that when Dante called so late at night, it only meant he needed a loan.

"Assuming I only call to ask for money? You break my heart, dear. Can a guy miss his friends after a long vacation abroad?" He replied, just for the pleasure of replying, because Lady was right, as usual.

"We know you only would call Lady if you need money." Trish scolded him, taking Lady's side in that fight (again, as usual).

"So, how much?" Lady impatiently asked.

"Oh babes, you know me so well, I'm such a lucky guy to have so good friends and-…"

"Stop the sweet talk, Dante. That isn't going to get you a low interest loan. You know the drill." Lady replied, already starting to lose patience with him.

"Damn it… Okay, so, can you send some bucks to my bank account? I'm broke and I need to pay for the hotel stay. It's just for one night, tomorrow morning we're going to create a portal to Devil May Cry."

"Portal… So Vergil is with you, isn't he?" Lady questioned, and Trish was eerily quiet by her side.

"Yep." He replied, closing his eyes and already waiting for the brunette's screams of indignation. She wasn't, by any means, a great fan of Vergil.

An uncomfortable silence persisted over the call, and Trish was the first to clear her throat and try to ease the heavy atmosphere.

"Are you sure that bringing Nelo Angelo is a good idea?"

If Dante knew the girls, and he sure does, Trish was looking severely at Lady as she asked the question. Trish knew that Dante and Lady usually fight when they talked about Vergil (not that it happened a lot, but the few times they talked about this taboo topic, shit went south fast), and that wasn't the place nor the time to start a fight.

"Of course. I always have the best ideas."

The two women made a disbelief noise, but neither questioned his decision. Vergil had always been a taboo subject among the three mercenaries, although Lady never missed an opportunity to say how much she hated him for joining Arkham and doing everything he did. Trish, on the other hand, seemed to be a little more accepting to Vergil, because they both suffered manipulation and pain inflicted by Mundus' control. Trish seemed to understand "Nelo Angelo", as she used to call him, and believed that he could transform into someone better if he was able to break free from Mundus' manipulation, like she did.

They always thought Vergil had died at Mallet Island, so all their feelings were directed to a ghost, a memory that no longer lived among them. Now that they all knew Vergil was alive, only time would tell how the girls would act around his twin.

After another uncomfortable silence, which clearly indicated Lady's disapproval of his choice, Dante decided that they had already talked enough, and any other question could wait until they met in person. It was better to end the call before Lady started to yell at him, not after.

"Can you let Nero know that in a couple of days we'll be going to Fortuna to visit him? I don't have a way to call him, since I'm calling from the hotel's phone and Vergil is nearly killing me here because he said it's going to be expensive."

He lied, as if Vergil was at his side reproving his extended call. It was an inoffensive lie, because he knew that the women would accept to end the conversation without further questioning, since neither were prepared to talk about Vergil with him present. And… Well, Dante was never a very brave person for important conversations; Nero's ignorance about his past is the proof of that.

"Money will be in your account in a couple of hours." Lady dryly replied, irritated by the prospect of Dante bringing his damn brother back to their life, but making it clear that their friendship was above anything by helping him with money once again.

And he loved her for that.

"Thanks babe, I owe you." He said softly, and he meant every word.

"You sure do."

"Don't think this conversation is over, Dante." Trish snapped, making Dante shudder from head to toe "I'm going to Devil May Cry as soon as our mission is over, and you two will have a lot to explain."

"Yes, mommy." He taunted, because he couldn't contain himself.

"And I'll go with Trish because I want to get Kalina Ann II back. Did you take good care of it?" Lady asked.

Dante's eyes bugged and he suddenly felt cold. Shit. Where the hell did he leave the damn rocket launcher? He was so screwed. First he forget Kalina Ann II in Hell, and now he brings Vergil along? Lady won't be happy, that's for sure.

"Oh… Well, that's all, ladies! Thank you very much for the help! I'll wait for your heartwarming welcome, since of course you miss your old friend Dante so much that you will forgive all his mistakes and give him a big bear hug, don't ya?"

"Dante!" Lady shouted on the other end of the line, already understanding that Dante screwed up again "I'm going to fucking kill you if-…"

"Bye!"

He hung up the phone, sighing deeply as he heard the bathroom faucet being turned off and the soft movement noises of Vergil drying himself with the towel.

Okay, at least the money issue was resolved. One more debt with Lady was nothing out of the ordinary. He would take the first job that came up to Devil May Cry and commission Nico to remake Kalina Ann II again, which could be done before Lady and Trish returned. Problem solved: Lady didn't have to know he screwed up. Not that Lady was actually going to kill him, but getting shot in the forehead by the brunette was something that hurt a lot, and he preferred to avoid it. Besides, all the difficulties that they would have in fitting Vergil into his daily life with his colleagues again were enough, he didn't want any more reasons to fight with the girls.

Speaking of Vergil, it didn't take long for him to come out of the bathroom surrounded by a
cloud of steam, and Dante immediately dropped his jaw to the floor.

He was hoping that Vergil would wear his dirty clothes again, but was surprised to see him wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. Vergil was still slightly wet, his dump hair was out of his usual hairstyle, covering his forehead and a little bit of his eyes. It had been decades since Dante had seen Vergil naked, and it was hard not to enjoy the scene with hungry eyes. Vergil had an athletic physique, with defined muscles, marked abdomen, and defined arms while his legs were long and strong looking. He had smooth skin, with little hair on his body, and slim build; he had wide shoulders and slim waist, like a swimming athlete. Vergil's physical structure was always more delicate than his, but that didn't mean he looked weak in any way.

Actually, he looked delicious. There wasn't a better word to describe his brother right now.

"Take a picture. It will last longer." Vergil sarcastically greeted him, probably still angry at him for his inoffensive flirting at the hotel hall.

Dante ashamed looked away, finally realizing he was checking his brother out without any restraint.

"I... Uh… I got money to pay for the room tomorrow. It's all settled."

"I thought you would want to pay her with sex services."

"Vergil... Just... Please, stop it."

He sighed, frustrated by Vergil's bitching, but more annoyed by his own reaction to his brother's body, and having an immense desire to make peace with him through sex (it was funny that his brother were still thinking about Dante and the receptionist having sex, while Dante want nothing more than to have sex with him).

"I'm going to shower now. Did you leave some hot water for me?"

"Don't know. Come in and find out, little brother."

Vergil took another towel in his hand, Dante's towel, and started to dry his hair while he sat on the bed. Dante should be mad at him for using the towel he was going to use, but Vergil, despite having just come out of the bath and having the distinct odor of cheap soap on his skin, was even more delicious with the fullness of his heart's scent freely emanating from his body, without any dirt or clothes to hold the sweet smell.

Before Dante gave up and start bickering (or kissing) his brother, he grabbed the robe he found (his precious treasure), and ran to the bathroom.

Maybe it wasn't a bad idea to take a cold shower, after all.

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Undefined date – Sometime at daybreak

Somewhere in human world

In the middle of the night, Dante woke up feeling more comfortable than he had felt in years. He was warm and cozy, and he didn't want to move and break the feeling. It took him a few minutes to remember that he was in a hotel room, and that all that comfort came from the soft clean sheets that surrounded him and the warm body that was touching his.

Wait, what?!

Startled, he opened his eyes and realized that he and Vergil were cuddling; Dante was spooning his brother from behind, and the older one breathed softly, probably still sleeping. While Vergil had fallen asleep with only the towel around his waist (and thank god it stayed in place during their sleep), Dante wore the robe that was now slightly open, making his body fits tightly against his brother's muscled back.

Scared that Vergil would wake up and stab him as a normal reaction to this closeness, Dante tried to move away and get up; maybe sleep on the floor wouldn't be so bad after all that time sleeping in hell? Yeah, that sounds like a plan.

As he tried to move gently, something caught him around the waist, forcing him to remain static. He looked over his shoulder and... Shit... Vergil's tail was back, acting on instinct without Vergil's consent, enveloping Dante's body and forcing him to remain snug against Vergil's ass, probably trying to maintain the source of heat.

To complete the terrifying scenario, Vergil was snoring peacefully. No, Dante was wrong; the word to describe the sound his brother was making was not "snoring": Vergil was purring. He didn't even know how it was possible, it must be something demonic that he had never seen before, because it wasn't common for him to display traces of partial devil trigger when he was feeling comfortable. Since Vergil was partially triggered, purring maybe was a natural reaction to a comfortable demon. Dante wasn't sure, but the cute noise caused an automatic fluttery feeling in Dante's stomach.

God, he was so screwed…

He closed his eyes again, snuggling closer to Vergil and inhaling his heat's sweet scent. What he would do to himself? Sure, Vergil didn't seem against spending his heat with him, he seemed to want it and viewed it as a pure demonic thing. His brother was always great at accepting his demoniac's needs and traits, so that wasn't unexpected. On the other hand, to Dante this wasn't so easy.

He has difficulty to accept his demon self, sure, but even when he does understand and accept something like that, he never forgets his human morals. He lived almost all his life in a human society, interacted with humans and, well, incest wasn't something usually accepted by them. But his body craved Vergil so much, so much that it hurts.

It wasn't just because of the heat, no. He always wanted to be near Vergil, snuggle Vergil, pass time with Vergil even when his brother was doing something Dante considered boring. Sparda used to tell him that this was normal, because demons don't have twins pregnancies, and since Eva was human and their pregnancy resulted at twins' hybrids, their soul was broken between two bodies. His father once said to him that they would crave each other all their lives, because they should be one and, as a result of the human blood in their lineage, they got two bodies.

Kid Dante didn't understand very much what that meant, and didn't questioned his father further. He wanted to be with Vergil and his brother let him. Vergil also used to seek him a lot, even if he wouldn't admit it himself. When they got older and met again, they would crave to fight and kill one another, but always felt lonely when they were apart. Being a half hybrid is so difficult… Dante wished he had had time to ask Sparda more about these feelings and what they meant.

Giving up on trying to deviate from his brother, for fear of waking him up and facing an argument in that strange position, Dante choose to go back to sleep. It was too early to fight his nature for the sake of his human morals, and he could easily blame his instincts for waking up in this compromised position. Actually, maybe they would move more in sleep, that way Vergil wouldn't notice it, and they could wake up with less skin contact and less purring happening.

As he was falling back to sleep, Dante instinctually enjoyed the embrace, resting his face in the fold of Vergil's neck and inhaling his scent tenderly while leaving soft pecks on his neck. Perhaps because of the sleepy stage, he didn't censor himself so much. And then, for the first time, he heard the purr of satisfaction leave his own chest, indicating that he was also on a partial devil trigger and most likely his inner demon was very happy.

Dante's slumber soon returned, therefore he no longer thought about human morals and demonic needs.

However, Vergil, who had already woken up minutes before Dante and catch up all his brother confusion and defeat behavior, stayed awake for a while longer sprouting a winning smile on his lips. He felt Dante moving behind his body not long after they went back to sleep, unconscious trying to find a comfortable position to spend the night. Soon after, he felt a hot and heavy weight above his body.

Vergil looked down the best he could without moving his head (he really didn't want to wake Dante up again), and what he saw made him smile even wider: this time, the effects of Dante's partial trigger made him sprout his powerful demonic wings, and one of them now wrapped around Vergil's body, as if Dante wanted to cover and protect him during their sleep.

Mine. – Vergil thought as he purred even louder. As an immediate reaction, sleeping Dante snuggle closer to him, instinctively responding to his needs – Mine, mine, mine… Forever.

Feeling safe and loved like never before, Vergil got a great night of sleep without having to deal with the nightmares that always haunted him.

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Undefined date – 08:00

Somewhere in human world

When Dante woke up again, the sun's rays were already starting to escape through the curtains' cracks and bathe the bedroom floor. He felt cold, since his robe was opened on the front and the thin blanket was just covering him from the waist down. Vergil was no longer in bed, which spared him of any uncomfortable morning greetings.

Not sure whether what had happened during the night was a dream or a real event, Dante sat on the bed, yawning and stretching noisily. He wiped his hands over his eyes, trying to ward off sleep and wake up to reality. He lazily huffed his own hair, looking for any demonic horn or something like that; in his "dream" he remembered to be purring, so he should be in a partial devil trigger if that really happened. He found nothing.

When Dante finally got the courage to sit and initiate the day, he found Vergil at the foot of the bed, fully dressed and watching him with an enigmatic and slightly judgmental look. His brother seemed totally human, no tail in sight.

It was a dream, then…

"Too late." Vergil spoke in a coldly way before Dante could say anything "It's eight o'clock, wake up already."

Dante smiled brightly as he felt in a playful mood again, because a good night of sleep was always the best solution.

"Eight o'clock? Come on, man! It's still dawn! Let me sleep at least until ten!" Dante replied, stretching again, just to show his muscles to his brother and provoke him a little, and was glad to see that Vergil didn't even hide the look of desire that he displayed when admiring his body from top to bottom.

"My energy is properly refreshed and there is no need to stay in this unknown country any longer." Vergil, the killjoy in person, argued "We can return to your messy store and continue our plans to reunite the Sparda's kindred as fast as possible, so I can return to the underworld and do my activities as rightful king."

"Vergil, can you not speak stupid demonic nonsense so early in the morning? My head hurts, you know?" Dante replied, because he really didn't need to listen about underworld kingdom bullshit right now. Vergil was a stupid asshole, but Dante didn't really think his brother would come back to the underworld after he met Nero and they started to bound. It was useless conversation and Dante refused to talk about it now that they finally were in the human realm. "Let's make human plans: we can sleep until noon, then we can buy strawberry sundaes, and then…"

"So lazy." Vergil interrupted with an air of disapproval in his eyes, already preparing to concentrate the energy on Yamato and open the portal to Devil May Cry.

Dante's eyes widened: what's with his brother and his sudden urge to open portals without waiting for his goddamn family!? It's too much to ask him to talk like a normal human being for one second without using Yamato to stab him or to open up portals? Jesus! This habit was already getting on his nerves!

"Hey, hey, calm down! I still have to pay for the room!"

"I cannot believe you imagined in that hollow head of yours that I would let you near that woman once again, my idiot little brother." Vergil explained, closing his eyes while Yamato started to shine blue while he performed his energy transfusion "I already paid, because your credit card password is our mother's birthday and I got it on second try. Actually, you couldn't be more predictable than that, and that means we will have to have a conversation about financial security soon."

"Your jealousy got to the point that you stole my fucking credit card just so I wouldn't meet the receptionist again?" Dante asked, dumbfounded. He was mad that Vergil took his credit card without consent, but something inside him was content that Vergil was still jealous of him. Dante was a masochist, there wasn't another explanation for his feelings.

Vergil is such a cute asshole, that's not fair!

"Speed up, Dante" Vergil replied, swinging Yamato with two slashes through the air "I will not call you again. Perhaps you would prefer to spend the rest of the money in your account on a plane ticket?"

Both twins watched the portal expand its size. Dante could already see his desk thought the portal; the lights were on, and that means someone was at Devil May Cry right now.

"There is enough money left to buy a plane ticket? How come?" he asked, trying to stop Vergil from trespassing to the other dimension. He didn't know who was on his office right now, but it wasn't Lady nor Trish. If it was Nero, they should wait. Because Vergil wasn't ready to confront Nero, that's for sure.

"Let's say I convinced the woman to give us a good discount." The older twin responded, curiously watching the portal for a little longer before diverging his attention to the wardrobe.

"Vergil! Did you threaten the poor girl!? VERGIL!"

Vergil didn't give him an answer, opening the wardrobe and picking up Dante's stinky clothes. He tossed the garments in Dante's face without any ceremony.

"You're such an ass, you know that?" Dante said when he submerged from the pile of clothes, pouting as he saw his brother's smirk before turning his heels and facing the portal once again.

"Stop losing time, Dante." Vergil ordered, giving the first step into the other dimension.

"WAIT! VERG-… GODDAMN! NOT AGAIN!"

Vergil clearly did not stop his crossing, and Dante cursed under his breath while trying to put on at least his pants before jumping into the portal. Damn Vergil and that idiotic habit of going through portals without looking back!

But when he finally crossed to the other dimension (wearing only his pants, still barefoot and with the rest of the dirty pile of clothes in his arms), all it took was a simple look at the environment to know that his return to Devil May Cry was far from being defined with that typical cliché phrase "home sweet home".

... To be continued ...

End note: as suggested by cdeassis26, I will put at the end of the chapter a guide to understand the concept of the demonic omegaverse that I am creating, since there are several types of omegaverse on different fanfics. By doing this, I hope I can help you guys remember the relevant points for the plot of this fanfic and not to be confused with other fanfics' universes. As I reveal new information in future chapters, new points will be added!

Demons spawn only one demon per pregnancy. The twins were born in the same gestation and that was something atypical, but it was only possible because their mother was human. Demons are either omegas or alphas, and this definition does not depend on the demon's gender (female, male or intersex). Regardless of their gender, omegas can become pregnant. Alphas fight with each other for territories' domination and to court omegas. The omega's heat affects the alpha as well, causing these alphas to become especially energetic when they are close to omegas in heat, to protect them and supply them with energy. Omegas, during their heat, lose a lot of energy and need physical contact from an alpha so that the two can balance their energy levels. The exchange of energies' speed are intensified with the carnal contact, but the corporal approach is enough for this exchange to slowly happen. Omegas that cannot obtain the energy of others during their heat dies. As a consequence of this energy's need for survival, omegas are able to charm humans so that they can obtain energy in the absence of alphas to supply this need. Such power apply only against humans, which created the legend of succubus and incubus in the human world. (Observation: that means Vergil was able to charm Dante in the cemetery scene because Dante is a hybrid, so hybrids are also susceptible to this power because they are part-human. He cannot enchant a pure demon, thought). Hybrids have dynamics slightly different from pure demons: they acquire their needs from the demonic nature after their first devil trigger. Dante, however, only started to feel the effects of his alpha side only after acquiring his sin devil trigger (at least that is what it seems up to that point in the fanfic). The reason for this and more details about the difference in puberty moments between the three hybrids will be clarified in future chapters.

Any doubts? Let me know!