Devil May Cry: Fallen Ashes
The story of Sparda is very few stories that talked about a heroic demon who wanted nothing better than keeping mankind alive and safe. Many demons knew who Sparda was, some demons looked at him while others many hated him for his betray kind for a different race.
Humans know history of the demon knight; however, they don't know if he was real. No one seen him over 2.000 years ago. Some believed that he returned to his home while some wondered if he's hiding, waiting for the moment to return. And sadly no one will know. Only his legacy will continue through his children, Dante and Vergil.
Dante swagged his stick he found out the back, in his living while his mother is making food while his Vergil read his book, seemly stoic and impasse. "Do you have to swing that around every few seconds?" Vergil asked with dull tone.
Dante rolled his eyes and smirked, what's wrong with building up a little sweat? I've rather be playing than pouting over a book." He quipped
"Pouting! I'm not pouting. I'm annoyed at your lack of finesse with a stick." He glared, he closed his book and walked over to his brother. "At least use your hips when swinging." He pointed it out, arms crossed.
Dante blinked at his brother, why does he so focus on that? "It's just a stick dude… why do you have to weird about it?" Dante can't help but think his brother might be into the whole warrior mentally he got from one of his books too far.
"Give me the stick, I'll show you how it's done." Vergil demanded. Dante, feeling himself a being cheeky to this chance to annoy his twin brother. He offered the sword, only to pull it back before Vergil could grab it. "You know what? Nah, I think you should get your own sword." Seeing Vergil keeping a level head, but Dante knows he's close to angry his twin brother. With a simple push with his free hand, Vergil went flying back to his seat.
Causing the two to be stunned at what just happened, however Vergil snapped out his shock and only to be replace by anger at his brother's action. "Wai-"Before Dante could give a word out his brother tackled him, throwing a punch across his face as soon he hit the floor.
Dante, letting go of his stick fought back only to Vergil another punch to his face.
The two rolled over the floor, not noticing their mother running in, telling them uncomfortable. The two still didn't notice as they brawl on the carpet.
"Stop…" Their mother, Eve, shyly told them, only to be ignored, having enough she finally shouted, "I said, stop!" The two brothers stopped, looking at they're teary-eyed mother. Realise what just happened the two spilt apart, both making excuses, telling half-truths.
Only for the mother to hug both her children tenderly, "We're a family… we shouldn't be hurting each other. Cuz we got each other when the world is against us…" Tears rolled down eyes as embrace her children.
Later that day, Dante stared at the ceiling of his bed, his mother's hug felt like it lasted hours, but it was merely a few minutes. The idea she was so upset of him and brother replayed over his head. Of course he couldn't explain what happened, it seems… unbelievable.
Dante looked at his hand, wondering where that strong come from? And how come his bruise just went within a few minutes.
"Hey…Vergil are you awake?" Dante asked, nothing for what felt minutes. "What is it, Dante?" Vergil finally answered, sounding drained.
Dante sighed, he said replied "I'm sorry for what I did…I didn't know you would fly like that… I thought be a tap." The image of his brother flying would be amusing if he didn't nearly hurt him like he did.
Vergil gotten up from his part of the bed. He looked at Dante and walked over to sit on Dante's bed. "I…know you didn't mean to, I admit I've lost my cool there and did something just as bad."
The tension felt heavy, Dante, in his attempt, joked, "What cool? Don't you know I'm the cool one here?" He winked to his brother, who only replied with sigh.
Dante cringe, he didn't know why he had joke just felt easy to breath when things get all serious. "What do you think that was?" Dante asked, "I mean, you were so light." Dante looked at his hand as he slowly gotten up from his bed.
Vergil said nothing, He raised a brow, he gotten up from Dante's bed. Dante following his tracks with his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"
Vergil grabbed the bottom of the bed and lifting effortless and gently put it down. "Testing a theory…" Vergil surprised himself at his strength.
"h-How? There's no way you could've done by yourself" Dante gasp, Vergil looked at him, "I don't know. I think we should ask our mother about this, she might have an idea." Vergil admitted he liked this feeling of power, but he wondered more about why now? He blinked, "Birthday…" Vergil muttered, Dante blinked, "What?" He heard what he said, just didn't understand what he meant.
"It's our eighth birthday tomorrow," Vergil looked Dante who seems to be lost, "I think our mother will know more." He turned around to the door, only for Dante to stop him.
Vergil confused, "What? Don't you want to know?" he raised a brow. "Of course I do! But I want to make a promise first…" Dante said, holding the door in place. He brings his Pinky finger out, "That we wouldn't do something that will hurt our mam…"
Vergil looked at his brother's hand, he thought the Pinky promise was silly, but the memory of his mother played in his head, just like Dante, he never wants to see his mother look like that ever again, just the thought of it made him resolve himself to protect her.
He sealed the Pinky with his, "Agreed, now shall we go?" Dante smiled and nodded. The two walked together, noticing the lights were still on downstairs. The two walked down, seeing mother looking at two amulets with each hand. One red and other blue. The gems were beautiful, but she looked almost sad as if they bring painful memories.
"Mam?" Dante spoke out, shocking they're mother, "Why are you two still up?"
"Well, see-" Dante stuttered, He looked Vergil, but he too looked uncomfortable. Maybe it was the fear that they might scare her or maybe might resent them for not being normal people. Dante sweats while his mother looked more worried at her children. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
"N-no it's just that…promise you won't be mad…" Dante managed to say, His mother looked more worried, "Of course, Please tell me what's wrong." Dante choked, thankful Vergil took over, "Mam, are we…normal?" Vergil's heart raced, waiting for a reaction.
However, to their surprise, she sighed and looked at them lovingly. "I see, you two got your powers?" the two blinked at that. "Remember when I've told you two the story of Sparda?" She asked, looking sad at the sound of the name.
They both nodded, "Yeah, you kept on about him when we asked about dad," Dante said, not thinking about it. However, Vergil instantly understood what she might, He thought it was odd but if she means what he thinks she means than- "Are we sons of Sparda?" Vergil guessed, hoped more than anything.
"What? Vergil what you talking about? Sparda is a functional or a myth at best." Dante reasoned; he felt uncomfortable hearing that. He looked at his mother who seemed to shake her head.
"No, Dante. Vergil right… Sparda is your father. And with that, you share some of his abilities." She smiled, she felt happy that her sons had abilities that would protect themselves from danger.
"But that would mean we're demons…" Dante felt drained, His world felt shaken. "How is this okay…" Eve notice Dante's reaction wasn't ideal, but she did understand why.
"Sweetie, your father is a good man, who protecting us. Even now he's out there protecting from his home world." She reasoned, hoping her son will understand.
"I-I know. It's just mad to think…" Dante trailed off; Vergil huffed. "Will I'm glad to know our father is a powerful warrior." He looked at hand, "With this power, we might be able help our father" He smiled.
Dante side glare his brother but said nothing. Eve sighed, but understand it's a lot to take in. "I want to give you two something, an heirloom from your father." She smiled. "I was going to wait till tomorrow, but I feel like it's better to give it to you now." She handed the two necklaces to her sons, Dante red while Vergil blue.
Dante inspects the gem, wondering what history it carried from his father. "Now both of you must promise me that you'll never let anyone take it from you. This is your father's, and he would want you to protect it." Eve smiled at the two, feeling proud and relieved to finally tell them the truth.
"We promise!" both said in unison, Vergil grinning while Dante felt disgusted at the idea of being related to demons.
"Right, time for you two to go to bed." Eve ordered; she hoped that she reassured them enough till tomorrow. She knows that two have so many questions and understand that the two wish to know more about their father and where he is.
Dante and Vergil walked up, ready for bed. Vergil spoke, "I can't believe it! Our dad is the legendary warrior, Sparda!
"Yeah…So cool." Dante showed disinterested of the information giving to him. Vergil, walking to his side of the bed. He looked at the bed, feeling excited but curious of his little brother reaction to all this. "What's wrong? I thought you'd happy to know who our dad is." Vergil asked, arms crossed.
"I am! Just leave it okay?" Dante knows better to argue right now, he's too tired, too drained. He just can't believe that his father is a demon. He seen demons on T.V and best to say, he was disappointment. He hoped he could live with mankind still.
He closed his eyes as soon as he hit his head on the pillow. He let his sleep take him, while Vergil stared out the window, he thinks can see something from afar.
"I'm the son of Sparda!" He muttered while holding his necklace. He left his room, leaving Dante asleep.