The pulse of power from the bottom of Temen-ni-gru is unexpected. It is shocking. It undoubtedly belongs to Dante, but last Vergil checked, Dante had wanted nothing to do with their demonic heritage, so he is a little perplexed.
"Well?" Arkham's voice sounds from behind Vergil as he scours the streets below and for a second he intends to ignore the man when a thought strikes him.
Is this Arkham's doing?
Jealousy claws through Vergil at the very idea, the corners of his mouth slanting downwards into a troubled scowl, and he tightens the grip he has on Yamato's saya. He starts to turn, the fingers of his right hand flexing as he reaches for Yamato's hilt, when his attention is drawn back to the streets below as Dante begins to move.
A spark of glittering red against black, Dante is now incredibly easy to spot and Vergil watches, transfixed, as he spirals up towards them.
Up past the blood-goyles.
Up past the leviathan that circles the tower.
Up and up until he finally crests the top of the tower and comes to a stop in front of Vergil.
Dante is breathtakingly beautiful in his demonic form, and Vergil wants nothing more than to commit the sight of him held aloft on chiropteran-like wings with the setting sun as a backdrop to memory, but he is certain that Dante-
"Get away from my brother, clown," Dante snarls out, his voice deeper and more guttural as a demon, and then he vanishes from in front of Vergil only to reappear behind him, putting himself directly between Vergil and Arkham.
Vergil is momentarily perplexed by Dante's choice in moniker for Arkham, let alone the fact that his brother does not seem to have any intention of fighting him, but he sets his confusion aside as he pivots on his heel only for it to return full force as he nearly runs face first into Dante's back. That his brother is positioned in such way as to completely obscure Vergil from Arkham's view does not escape his notice. Nor does it escape his notice that Dante is wielding Rebellion with no sign of his beloved guns—an homage to the ones that their mother had used—anywhere on his personage.
"Your brother and I have-"
"-nothing ta do with each other anymore," Dante interrupts, steel lining his voice, and though Vergil cannot see what is going on because Dante shifts to block him each time he moves to try and get around his twin, he knows that Dante has Rebellion held at the ready so that he can launch a stinger attack at Arkham. "So, unless ya want me ta kill ya right here and now, I suggest ya go back ta whatever hole ya crawled out of and forget whatever it is ya think ya know about Sparda."
Vergil frowns at the very clear promise in Dante's voice, and marvels at how different his brother has become since he had last seen him a year ago. His brother who would never have raised his sword against a human, and yet stands here poised to strike a human down. His brother who would never embrace their demonic heritage, and yet stands here in his demonic form. His brother who would never invoke Sparda's name, and yet just spoke it without any ounce of the hatred he once held for their father.
"I'm afraid I can't do that," Arkham replies, and the air between Dante and Vergil ripples.
It is a blatant sneak attack, one of which he is certain that Dante is unprepared for, one that has him drawing Yamato so he can skewer the demon responsible, and yet his brother surprises him by neatly sidestepping the scythe of the Hell Vanguard as it appears without so much as a backwards glance. What is also surprising is that Dante immediately grabs hold of the scythe and pulls the Hell Vanguard out of the safety of its little portal with a sharp tug on its weapon, sending the demon tumbling to the ground in front of Arkham. "Yer little tricks ta try and get me ta fight my brother ain't gonna work. And yer little plan of weakening us by pitting us against each other so ya can activate this fucking eyesore of a tower and steal our dad's power for yerself ain't gonna work either."
"What?" Vergil breathes out in shock, his mind going numb as processes what Dante had just said.
"Freak face over there has been using ya in the hopes that he can steal dad's power for himself and become an all-powerful demon," Dante explains as he steps onto the Hell Vanguard's back and grinds down with his heel, making the demon wail.
"You're certain?" Vergil asks faintly, his gaze flicking from Dante to Arkham to gauge the human's reaction to his brother's accusations. Part of him hopes that they are not true, but Dante does not have any reason to lie or to make something like this up. Arkham, however, glares at his brother, and says nothing to deny Dante's words before he vanishes, a sure enough sign that his twin speaks the truth.
"Yeah, I'm certain," Dante answers as he stabs the Hell Vanguard with Rebellion, and it vanishes, leaving behind a cluster of blood orbs. "Just like I'm certain ya can't beat Mundus by yerself."