Notes: I'm late! I know I am, sorry! My work is driving me crazy and I couldn't write properly on the last few weeks… But here we go!

I gotta say "thank you" once again to my beta Sabrina. Thank you, my dear! I couldn't do it without your help!

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And yeahhh… The storm is approaching!

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LINEAGE

By PCSP

Chapter 10

The rest of the day went by without major problems. And that, by itself, was indeed a premise that something bad would eventually happen. In late afternoon of that same day, Dante, Vergil and Trish considered ordering pizza, because Dante demanded to have a taste of the best food in the whole world and, for that outcome, he used his pleading puppy eyes on Vergil.

The oldest twin didn't want to be near Trish and share a meal with her, but now he was doing exactly that… Well… Maybe the fact that he was suffering from his heat could justify the way he was acting soft towards Dante, right? When his brother asked things while pouting and whining, Vergil couldn't go against his pleas. Not long after, the two of them were eating and Trish simply took small sips from her glass of wine while smuggling staring at Vergil, as if judging the fact that Dante clearly had wrapped the older Sparda over his little finger.

It was during their meal that Nero and Kyrie returned to Devil May Cry.

Vergil quickly noticed that Nero's eyes were strangely swollen, indicating that his cub had been crying during the couple's absence. At first, he thought that maybe Nero and Kyrie had fought over something, but when Nero just handed him a generic pack of analgesic tablets without looking up to face him and just stormed upstairs without uttering a single word, Vergil concluded that he was his cub reason of distress.

Vergil just froze, unsure of how he could deal with Nero's feelings. Yes, he was feeling Nero's sadness and sorrow as a side effect of the kindred bond, and it was… awfully intense. He only was brought back to the present when Kyrie touched his forearm gently.

"Just give him some space." She said, while smiling sadly and looking emotionally exhausted. Vergil instantly glared at her, so she broke the touch, remembering that that wasn't a very safe gesture, "He is still processing the information. Just wait until tomorrow, Vergil."

He said nothing, and she just sighed in return. After that, she nodded a goodbye to the others present and headed upstairs, intending to give her fiancé the emotional comfort he needed.

Dante, who had put an entire pizza's slice on his mouth at the same time the young couple showed up, swallowed loudly at the exactly moment the three of them heard the soft locking-click, indicating that Kyrie and Nero wanted to stay away from them, at least for the night.

The twins lost their appetite (something that didn't occur to Dante often) and redirected their attention to Trish.

"What did you say to him?!" The two asked the same question at the same time, but Dante's tone certainly sounded much more neutral than Vergil's harsh one.

"I simply explained them the dynamics of alphas and omegas." She answered, crossing her legs carelessly while swallowing another sip of her wine, totally unaffected by Nero's evident distress, "Since his family is totally unable to teach them the basics, I choose to help a friend with needed information."

Vergil tried to hide his feelings behind a stoic expression, but Dante knew that Vergil was clearly worried about her revelation.

"I was going to explain it to him this morning. Dante was the one who should have explained it, but since he is useless, I was going to do it." Vergil defended himself, looking away from Trish and glaring at his brother; the youngest twin was sure that Vergil's rigid gaze hurt much more than spectral swords piercing over his back, "Before I could begin my lecture, you started the commotion and interrupted me."

"Oh, come on! Since when explaining the birds and bees to Nero was my duty?" Dante rebuked, feeling a sudden wave of anger. Since when was cleaning Vergil's mess his duty? Just because he was running around Vergil and cleaning up the mess his brother made in the world since they reached the age of 18, it does not mean it was his duty! He had no obligation to explain anything to Nero, and Vergil knew it! "You are the kid's father… or mother… I don't know and I don't care what title you prefer! The responsibility to educate him is yours, even though I have been doing it for the past five years!"

Vergil was silent for a few seconds, and both Trish and Dante felt the air get colder around them. When he finally decided to retort, Vergil's voice was filled with resentment.

"You are an alpha." he snarled, "It's easier for you to explain these things for him. He did ask you, didn't he? And, by your reaction, you denied it. Coward!"

Trish suddenly got up from the table, dragging the chair loudly and drawing the attention back to her before the riot restart.

"I do not understand much about family responsibility, this concept is too much 'human' for me." she spoke authoritatively, "All I know is that I have no responsibility in this, but I chose to do something about it. Now Nero knows how the dynamics between alphas and omegas works, and hopefully he will be more responsible than the two of you when the time comes for him to explain this sort of thing to his cub."

Dante averted his indignant look from Vergil and smirked at Trish. His smile was fake, because it certainly didn't reach his eyes.

"Thanks, babe! Always proactive! The best sex-education teacher I had! I sure learned from the best."

Although Vergil knew that Dante's behavior was nothing more than a failed attempt to provoke him (because he sure was mad at being called 'coward'), he couldn't help but feel jealous of the compliment Trish received. The complement implied that she was the one who taught Dante the little knowledge he had over demonic sexuality, and Vergil hated this revelation. He wanted to be Dante's only teacher, preferably with a teaching method that involved 'practical classes'.

Vergil just didn't snapped from all his jealousy and killed her at that moment because he knew that Trish was an alpha. By consequence, it was impossible for her and Dante to have compatibility to attend 'practical classes'. If she were an omega, she would certainly be impaled by Yamato's blade the moment Dante opened his big mouth to provoke him.

"Enough of this petty argument. He is aware of the dynamics, but that doesn't explain his reaction. Why is he sad?" Vergil asked at the same time a great wave of Nero's distress invaded his heart and muted the jealousy he was feeling.

Why didn't he stare at me? Did he dislike the fact that I am an omega? Is he distress over the fact that he and his woman will have an omega cub?

"I don't know if he is sad, maybe he is just ashamed." Trish murmured, still thinking about it.

"He is sad." Dante and Vergil replied in unison, exchanging a brief look before Dante continued, "We can feel it. Kindred bond or something like that…"

Trish narrowed her eyes at Vergil, as if Dante's words revealed more than she wanted to know. Dante, however, only interpreted Trish's display of hostility as something she usually does towards his brother, not catching the difference in her behavior.

"So you will have to ask him about it." She didn't look away from Vergil as she spoke, "And I hope I don't have to explain once again things related to demons' dynamic to a Sparda, if you know what I mean."

"Alright, gee! Calm down, babe." Dante waved at her, thinking that she was just lecturing him, as always.

But she wasn't. She was lecturing Vergil, and he could practically feel her implicit threat. He has only three days to tell him, or she will do it. It wasn't an empty threat.

"Anyway, I'm going to stay tonight at a nearby hotel. Vergil has stable energy levels; we won't need to be in the same room tonight."

As if I would let her spend the night near my nest. – Vergil bitterly thought.

"I'll return before lunch, and I hope that the atmosphere will be better by then."

Neither spoke a word when Trish beckoned and left Devil May Cry without looking back. They just spent some time by themselves in the kitchen, looking at what was left of the pizza, without wanting to resume the meal. Vergil had not finished eating a single slice yet, but the brief interaction he had with Nero took away his appetite completely. And Dante, oddly enough, did not seem very willing to continue to eat either.

"I'm sorry." Dante shyly muttered after some minutes, making Vergil stare surprised at him.

Dante never apologize. It wasn't something common between them, not even when they do feel sorry for something they said or done.

"I... I don't really like to talk about these demon shenanigans, and since you are good at dealing with these subjects, I thought it was better for you to give Nero the talk. It didn't even cross my mind that it was better for an alpha to receive explanations from another alpha. So… yeah." Dante's voice was losing its strength at each word. God, he feels so embarrassed!

Vergil chose to pretend that this apology just never existed, because he didn't know how to deal with the feelings it caused (he was also embarrassed, but would never admit something like that). Since he didn't want to start talking about this subject (because that sure would make the lump in his throat became unbearable), he decided to take this conversation to another route:

"You're noticing the distress in Nero's feelings, aren't you?"

Dante nodded, avoiding Vergil's eyes.

During their stay in the Netherworld, Vergil had explained to him that they could feel what Nero felt when these emotions were very strong; for that reason, their anger managed to dissipate a little and they were more melancholy than usual at that moment. Dante still didn't quite understand why he felt such a strong connection with Nero and not with Vergil, since kindred between brother, especially a twin brother, was tighter than kindred between uncle and nephew; despite his lack of understanding the connection, Dante was having a hard time dealing with the kid's feelings.

"Yes." Dante replied, sighing and crossing his arms while tilting his chair a little, "Maybe he's upset because neither of us explained the dynamics to him?"

"That is not an option, brother. He knows I was going to explain it to him, but that didn't happen because our talk was interrupted by your fight with Mundus's puppet." Vergil's shoulders seemed to go stiffer by each passing second, he felt so vulnerable and uncomfortable talking about this matter with Dante, "I think he is disappointed."

"Hm... Now that you said it, that may be his exact feeling." Dante scratched his chin, thinking a little, "But disappointed with what?"

"With me."

Dante lost his balance and almost fell on his back; the chair hit the floor with a loud sound, and he grabbed the table to stabilize his balance.

That was really unexpected.

"How come?" He asked, surprised that Vergil could talk about his fears like it was something normal between them. They were indeed improving! "I mean, you did do a lot of shit, but Nero was beginning to forgive you. He even asked me how you liked your coffee and-…"

"Nero is disappointed because I am an omega."

Dante blinked, not following his brother's point.

"Between all the things you did, you think the kid would care about that?" He scoffed, shaking his head, "You really are a dumbass, brother."

Despite the provocation, Vergil didn't snap back at his brother, keeping all his seriousness posture.

"How many omegas have you met in your life, Dante?" He genuinely asked.

Dante hummed, trying to remember things from his past that he usually tried all his life to forget.

He knew that lesser demons were creatures that weren't intelligent enough to suppress his natural instincts and, by consequence of this lack of thoughtful actions, prejudices were nonexistent between them. On the other hand, he was sure that between the demon lords these stigmatized prejudices were intense – they sure love to imply that he was inferior because he's a hybrid. Despite having trouble to discern omegas and alphas (because his demonic maturity hasn't occurred until recently), he could bet that all the powerful demons he had faced in his life were alphas – they sure behaved as one, at least. But he thought that Vergil was an alpha too until recently events, so he may be wrong.

That's a hard question... Hmm...

"I can't be a hundred percent sure, but I think that, besides you, only Echidna was an omega." He said, because Echidna laid her stupid chimera eggs, so she must be an omega, right? "Maybe I found some omegas in those nests of demonic plagues that I usually wipe out every now and then, but that's about it. The others acted and talked like alphas."

"Echidna really is a powerful omega." Vergil confirmed with a nod.

"Was."

The older one frowned.

"Did you kill her?"

"You can never be sure with these demons, but I think so? She didn't become a devil arm when I defeated her, at least."

"Oh."

"Did I kill someone you idolized, Vergil?" Dante laughed sarcastically, provoking his brother once again.

"Idolizing a demon is a disgusting and unacceptable act, Dante." He snapped, but other than that, showed no reaction to the provocation, still maintaining a frown, "Don't offend me like that."

"Then what's up with this face?" Dante said, poking his brother's forehead, "You'll have a lot of wrinkles if you continue doing that to that pretty face of yours."

"Shut up!" Vergil snapped back, but blushed a little, and Dante felt slightly better when he noticed that the frown on his twin's face subsided, "What I mean is that Echidna was the only omega among the demon lords, besides me, of course. I'm alone now."

"Alone?"

"Omegas usually are treated as inferior by alphas. Although omegas provide reproduction among demons, generally the alphas use the omegas' need for energy to enslave and underdevelop their intelligence. Demons need omegas to build armies through mass procreation, and omegas are seen as just that: a breeder. Omegas who eventually develop intelligence are killed, destroyed before they can rebel against their alphas and start a demonic army on their own. Echidna was one of the few omegas who managed to develop intelligence before being sacrificed. The rest of the omegas on Netherworld are all inferior demons, used only for procreation. If we took in consideration the human legends about incubi and succubi, there could be some intelligent omega hidden on the human helm, but that is just a hypothesis."

Dante blinked, surprised by the long and unexpected lecture.

"How do you know all this?"

"I lived for years in Hell, remember?" Vergil answered, bitterly, "Mundus also made a point of teaching me how subdued and humiliated omegas can be."

Dante's hatred came back in full force just by thinking about Mundus and what he did to Vergil. He didn't want to know any details of Mundus' teaching methods, because he would clearly lose his mind if he did so.

"That makes me want to kill that bastard all over again!" He growled, his hatred rumbling inside his chest; he knew he was triggering and didn't care at all.

He hated Mundus. He hated him so much. So much! He wanted to destroy him! He wanted to destroy anything!

Everything!

"Dante!" Vergil called him, but his brother just kept snarling: his horns were growing, his crawls were scratching the table's surface and he was near a full sin devil trigger.

In a hurry, Vergil leaned over the table and grabbed Dante's face, making their foreheads touch in a comfort gesture. The boldness of that gesture made Dante stop seeing all red, and he blinked: his sight was now full of Vergil's icy-blue eye color, and his growl changed gradually to a soft purr.

Vergil had enchanted him to subside his anger.

Again…

At that moment, Vergil was really glad that they were hybrids, because he wouldn't be able to contain Dante's fury if he wasn't partial human. He lost a lot of energy to enchant, though – it was indeed becoming harder and harder to do it to Dante, maybe his brother's inner demon was learning to fight him back? Well, Vergil didn't know…. All he knew is that he was exausted, so he sighed tiredly and sat back to his chair with a soft grunt leaving his lips.

Dante just watched him, now out of his trigger and lost over the shame he felt to have lost his composure so easily. He was sad once again, feeling Nero's distress and his own shame over the loss of control.

"Don't be so harsh with yourself, little brother." He softly spoke, trying to subside his twin's distress. They both knew that hate took them nowhere, and Dante shouldn't take that route again; but that didn't mean he wanted Dante to feel ashamed of feeling hate, "I understand your feeling, but you shouldn't lose your mind over it."

"But… You-…"

Vergil silenced Dante by putting his finger over his lips, in a unexpected kind gesture. Dante gulped, and Vergil, as if understanding the intimacy of his touch, let his hand rest back at the table's surface.

"I know that I am not inferior to any alpha. I never felt ashamed of being an omega, because I have the power to enchant humans, I am able to give life to another being and I can manipulate energy transferences, and now I'm aware that I'm unique as the only omega devil lord known. Alphas only enslave omegas because they fear our power, because they are aware that the moment the omegas discover their real potential, the alphas would be the ones destined to slavery. I am not ashamed of what I am." He said it all staring at Dante's face, but suddenly averted his eyes to the floor, "But… I… I didn't think Nero would be."

"Hey, calm down," Dante intervened, stretching his arm to touch Vergil's hand over the table. His brother didn't refuse the comfort gesture, and his acceptance made Dante's heart beat faster, "I doubt Nero is feeling disappointed over the fact that you are omega. The boy has a golden heart! He wouldn't think less of you, or me, or any demon because of something beyond our choice. Trust me, Verg, that's not the reason behind his feelings."

Vergil didn't respond, just kept looking to the floor without really seeing anything, immerse in his doubts and fears. Dante squeezed his brother's hand a little tighter, finally catching his attention.

"Just… talk to the kid, Verg. You guys need to talk, alone, without the girls or me around. Nero and I talked a lot yesterday and it was very good for us, it certainly clarified several fears that I had about what he thought of me."

Vergil didn't answer with words, but the way he squeezed his twin's hand back, indicated that he would at least consider that possibility.

Despite all the anger, fear and sadness he felt over the past few minutes, Dante let a large and genuinely smile frame his lips. Witnessing Vergil open up to him was something that he never dreamed his brother would do; and now, Dante finally felt like he helped his brother somehow for the first day of his life.

(***)

Stubbornness, like the Cain instinct, was an inherent trait passed from generation to generation in Sparda's lineage. Therefore, two days passed and neither Vergil nor Nero spoke a word to each other: two days full of discomfort to everyone present in Devil May Cry due to the lack of tact between father and son, and also because Vergil's heat scent was indeed becoming stronger at each passing day. Dante couldn't stop staring Trish like he wanted to kill her if she came closer to his brother, and Trish was taking care to not make Dante snap again. Needless to say, the atmosphere on the shop was tense.

At least Dante managed to keep his inner demon in place, because Trish's (almost constant) presence made his inner demon more alert to a possible competition between alphas and, by consequence, he managed to loosen his instincts of wanting to mate with Vergil. if Trish wasn't around, maybe he would've already jumped over his brother… He was glad he didn't, though.

Trish and Kyrie witnessed the boys' strange way of dealing with their family problems with watchful eyes and painful sighs. Although they interpreted the atmosphere differently, since Kyrie was a human and Trish was a demon, they both were women and knew very well that male stubbornness was difficult to deal with, so imagine dealing with Spardas' stubbornness. Kyrie was indeed very close to losing her patience with Nero and demand him to stop this nonsense (Kyrie was a compassionate girl, but now she was a pregnant woman, so they shouldn't expect her to see all that bullshit and not manifest her distress).

But before Kyrie lost her patience and snapped at Nero, a miracle occurred: at the end of the third night of 'silence treatment', Kyrie came downstairs with an exuberant smile on her face, making Trish, who was getting ready to leave, redirect her attention to her. Dante, being the great lazy ass he usually was, just kept sleeping on the couch, snoring loudly.

"Vergil went over to our room!" She announced to Trish, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Dante choked on a snore, opening his eyes as he coughed desperately. Speak about Vergil near Dante and he shall wake up even after his death.

"What did you say, missy?!"

"Vergil went to see Nero on his own!" she answered him, approaching to sit next to Dante, who readjusted his posture on the couch.

After he regained his composure, Dante became strangely silent and didn't seem to share the same excitement as Kyrie. While Trish and Kyrie appeared quite excited about this new prospect, Dante just seemed lost in thoughts. Trish tried to follow his line of sight and understood that Dante was looking at his mother's portrait over the table.

After some seconds of heavy silent, Dante sighed tiredly and stood up, now fully awake and alert, and headed upstairs.

"Dante, don't disturb their conversation!" Trish warned. The last thing she wanted was another interruption.

"I won't, believe me." He answered in a serious and unexpected tone. Dante don't usually use that tone with the girls, and that made them exchange worried glances.

He didn't look behind as he went upstairs, continuing its path and leaving the two girls behind.

When he entered his own room and inspected messy Vergil's nest with calculating eyes, he noticed Yamato resting neatly over the bed. That means Vergil went talk to Nero unarmed, so he does want to make things right this time.

That's… good. But maybe wanting to do the right thing was not enough.

I will not make the same mistake again, brother. – he though as he closed his hand over Yamato's handle.

And then she sang to him.

... To be continued...

Omegaverse observations so far:

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.

Omegas are usually subjugated and enslaved by alphas' power. The omega who tries to break this cycle, usually end up killed by the alphas.

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, though, and Dante seems to be less affected by his enchant by each chapter).

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.

In a demon pregnancy, the pregnant omega/human need to obtain energy by someone, usually his alpha mate, to generate a heathy cub. In case they don't get the energy, the omega/human will be weakened and the pregnancy may suffer some… complications.

Regardless of being an omega or alpha, a dying demon has two options: become a devil arm and submit his power to the one who conquered him or, if his will and pride is strong enough, be reborn in the Underworld, but in a weaker form without the power he previously possessed. This is what happened to Vergil after Dante killed him in his Nelo Angelo form.

Any doubts? Let me know!