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Vergil looks up to see the big announcement in front of him "Devil May Cry"
“Not bad” I heard him say, his mouth forms a grin and I can see how he starts to move away, walking until he reaches the stairs of the place. Vergil knocks on the door like any other normal person.
Tension can be felt in the environment, his hand resting on Yamato's hilt, his gaze fixed on the door and his lips straight, trying to hide any expression. The wooden door opens, revealing a subject with white hair, a red jacket and a flirty smile identical to Vergil. I see the smile disappear immediately from his face as I contemplate the image before me in amazement, the two descendants of Sparda, facing each other, trying not to kill each other.
I walk a little closer to them when I hear a female voice, my eyes move trying to discover who it is as a blonde woman appears inside the room. She has a strong resemblance to Vergil's mother and I begin to ask if in this place you I will also find a replica, a lost twin or something that looks exactly like me.
“Excuse us if we have not dressed for the party, to my defense, I can say that I did not expect to see you here” says the man in red with sarcasm, his blue eyes meeting with mine for a second
“There is no time for nonsense Dante” answers Vergil, with that tone of seriousness and arrogance that characterizes him
“And when is it? “ asks the man, at the same moment that Vergil crosses the threshold of the door, then Dante looks at me again and smiles “Are you coming with him? “ he asks me and I climb the steps
“Something like that, ” I say with a sigh, entering the interior of the office.
The first thing I notice is the rustic appearance of the place, there's hits on the walls, the furniture is scratched and mistreated. Vergil has told me very little about his brother, but based on my experience, I can assure you that they aren't in good terms
“Then” Dante says “ what did you come for? “ Vergil walks around the place, taking a quick look inside, stops at a pile of old books covered in dust
“I see you have no interest in reading, brother” I roll my eyes at the dramatic situation I'm witnessing, it seems that Sparda's children love to take things to the extreme
“It is not exactly characteristic of me” answers Dante shrugging shoulders “I asked you a question Vergil” he reminds him, the man in blue jacket turns to see him and says
“I need your help to seal the underworld” Dante smiles as I watch him, then his eyes meet mine and I see how he arches an eyebrow
“ So you've brought this beautiful lady to convince me? “ I hold his gaze, my mouth curls into a smile as I answer
“I'm Mundus' daughter, but if you prefer to call me beautiful lady, I have no problem” Dante frowns “I know that my father has not been to your liking” the blonde woman approaches him to whisper something that I do not achieve listening
“if Mundus is your father why would you want to seal the underworld?” Dante questions
“You will understand when you know who my mother is, but that will be another day because we seem to have more visits” I answer. Then things happen too fast, Dante's body tenses, his eyes are stuck in the door and I can see how much he desires that it does not open, Vergil's reaction is practically similar, I know it is someone with demonic blood and I wonder who will be the individual that provokes this kind of reaction in Sparda's sons. I get the answer almost immediately, when behind the door appears a young man in his twenties, white hair and blue eyes. He is attractive like the other two men in the room, but the way he sees Vergil and then me, makes it clear to me how much he dislikes the visit
“He’s Nero” Dante rest an arm on the shoulders of the young man “but I suppose you already know that Vergil” then everything clicks while my memory travels to the moment when my father told me the story of Sparda's children, when I was a little girl and I did not understand his hatred towards humans and the mixture of demon blood with other races. A true irony when you know how I was conceived.
Nero was Vergil's son, although no one in that room seemed to want to accept it
“Well, now that we're all together, why do not we get comfortable and order a pizza? “ jokes Dante, sitting in a chair behind the desk and dropping his long legs on it.