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Dante heaved a large sigh, collapsing onto the dead ground of the Underworld. Dust flew up around him, leaving him coughing and trying to wave it away. Despite it, it felt good getting of off his feet.
It’s been a while since he and Vergil went into the Underworld, time being hard to tell in Hell. Dante wondered how the kid was doing. And Nico. He hoped her driving had improved, but he doubted it.
Sighing, Dante looked over towards his brother. Vergil was standing, overlooking the landscape surrounding them. The dead grass swayed gently, despite there being no wind.
“Vergil, come sit down. Seeing you standing like that makes me tired.” Dante teased, hoping to get his uptight twin to relax. They haven’t seen a demon in ages, so they could both take a rest without one of them standing guard.
Vergil glanced at him before looking back up, scanning the horizon. Dante felt his grin turn fake, but before it slipped off his face, Vergil huffed and sat down next to Dante.
Dante beamed at his brother. Vergil, of course, just scoffed and looked away. Dante knew his brother though and knew Vergil was just being dramatic.
Sighing, Dante looked out at the area. “You ready to go back?” He asked his brother. This was not the first time he had asked his brother and looking at him, Dante could tell it wouldn’t be the last time.
“Not yet.” Vergil uttered softly, looking into the distance. Lost in thought.
“Okay, just let me know when you are.” Dante replied, sending his twin a soft smile. There was no pressure. If Vergil wasn’t ready, neither were he.
Dante looked back out towards the Underworld surrounding them. Time passed in silence, the twins enjoying each other’s peaceful company for the first time in over 20 years.
“Hey Verge, wanna spar again?”
Judging by the smile on his brother’s face, the answer was yes.