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Vergil didn’t know what to expect crashing the church mass, his simple goal was to head in, locate the Yamato, get it and leave but obviously attacking and presumably killing a preist of a church, especially during an active mass would draw some attention. So he was prepared to get attacked by one of the pawns from the order of the sword.
But he didn’t expect to get attacked by…her.
A pale girl with pure white hair in a ponytail, Hazel eyes and a red and teal glowing arm as her right arm previously hidden by a cast, other known as a Devil Bringer. He heard through the hysteria among the church goers evacuating that her name was Kyrie.
He had spotted Kyrie earlier on while heading to the church, a swarm of demons run rampant through the paths of Fortuna and she had taken them all out, probably as they were blocking her path to the church herself. (Probably to watch that boy Nero sing…his name was Nero right?)
And Kyrie definitely wasn’t human because of the arm, so any form of albinism was out of the question. She looked exactly like him and…Dante. Obviously for himself it’d be out of the question. He hadn’t engaged in any sort of romantic or sexual acts in god knows how long, maybe even not at all, especially around the time she would’ve been born as she looks around 19-20.
But Dante…no…no it couldn’t be. The timeline it wouldn’t…could it? He and Dante were 38 years old (well Dante would’ve been…) which means that she would’ve been born when they were 18-19, and after that meeting a year before…everything, Vergil had no idea what Dante would’ve gotten up to.
Plus, Dante described himself as a “ladies man”, even though he was eight…
He denied it, there had been some cases of demons and humans falling in love after being inspired by his mother and father, so maybe other hybrids had spawned from this. But no demon would have any sort of kin with that arm or that power without being descended from his mother…
Even during their fight, he could just see it. It felt like that fight nearly 20 years ago, the fight they had right before Dante fell into hell, he still had that scar from Dante cutting his hand with the Yamato, it was now healed and nothing more than a faint white line on his hand that he covered with a glove.
But he was still refusing to accept it, his brother was dead, everything his brother left besides the Yamato was dead. Dante was dead, he killed him himself.
But, he observed, just to make sure.
And god…
The way she never backed down, her mannerisms, behaviour, her stupid cheesy ass quips, how awkward she got when caught off guard, the fact she literally wore a red vest and coat, and that determined look. She was…
She was Dante’s child.
———
The two stood within the wreckage of the church’s courtyard, it was finally over, Sanctus was dead. Kyrie inhaled deeply, smiling a relived smile as she exhaled. She looked back at Vergil only to see him…leaving? But she still had the Yamato! He didn’t even ask for it back!
“Vergil! Wait!” She ran up to him extending her right arm out which held the sword. Vergil looked back at with a calm expression said;
“Take it”
“What?! But- but you said this was really important to you! that it belonged to your brother! You literally fought me for it!-“
“Kyrie. The most important gifts one can give are the ones most sentimental to them. You’ve proven you can handle the Yamato, you’re a fighter, and in a lot of ways you…remind me of my brother. So, I want you to have it. It’s only fair.”
Kyrie was visibly taken aback, but looked down at the Yamato before looking back at him, and she smiled.
“Thank you Vergil.”
She had Dante’s exact smile.
Vergil gave a small smile back. “Of course Kyrie.”
He went to turn back and walk away but was interrupted again.
“Will we ever meet again?” She tilted her head to the side with a small frown on her face. Vergil chuckled, “I mean…I am always looking for more help in my business, and you seem to be quite the excellent demon hunter.” Kyrie let out a small giggle. “So, if you’re interested, try to find me.”
“Noted!” She gave a small wave before running over to Nero who was waiting for her, so he left those lovebirds to talk among each other.
As he walked away, he balled up his fists, his smiled dropped and he let out a deep sigh.
“I wonder if Dante ever knew he had a daughter…”
And a part of him deep down inside him feared Kyrie would end up like how Dante did. Desperate for power, almost psychotic for how hungry he was for more of it.
But, looking back one more time and seeing Kyrie and Nero embrace each other lovingly, Nero holding her Devil Bringer hand intertwined with his own with no trace of fear on his face, but rather love.
He felt a less anxious. It reminded him on how lovingly his parents used to look at each other, no hint of a dangerous demon in his mother’s eyes but instead a selfless loving woman. Just like how Kyrie looked now.
He gave another small smile and a chuckle, shaking his head.
Yeah…
She was gonna be fine.