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Not that the context fully applies, but I think Dante would totally pull a ‘Mathematically I’m somewhere from …’

Question is, what is that middle point 🤔

Meanwhile if Vergil attempted to do similar math:

> Born in Redgrave

> Probably traveled around a lot after the twin's home got attacked

> The longest stay during his travels might've been Fortuna

> Fell into the Underworld and spent around two decades there

etc.

Man is calculating the middle point between two dimensions.

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'This isn't good cop, bad cop. It's two idiots.'

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Another DMC meets D&D post. Because.

The original clip I made edits over belongs to ZachTheBold on Youtube.

Also! I've made another similar DMC x D&D edit in the past: link to it

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Okay but why does one of my family members have a pink kid-sized Vergil chair at their house

(drawing of Vergil for size reference on just how small this thing is and also because the idea of him sitting in a pink chair meant for a five-year-old is funny to me)

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It was an ordinary afternoon at the Devil May Cry office, and Vergil was suffering.

Not in battle—though he might’ve preferred that—but at Dante’s cluttered desk, wading through what could only loosely be described as paperwork. He frowned, flipping through crumpled receipts, half-finished contracts and an ever-growing mountain of overdue bills from Sparda-knows-when.

This was beneath him. All of it.

But since his clouded judgment had led him to cohabit the office with his twin—for now, at least—it couldn’t be helped. Running a devil-hunting business required more than just swinging swords and drawing demonic blood. It also required drowning in administrative incompetence. And as Dante’s efforts in the matter had resulted in this headache-inducing disaster, Vergil had no choice but to take the reins.

Then, a knock came from the front door.

He's come to expect potential customers barging in—some barking demands like they owned the place, others wide-eyed and frantic, pleading for help. Either way, to Vergil, they were all the same: a nuisance.

But knocking?

That was... unusual.

Vergil stood—Yamato untouched but always within reach—and moved to the door with the quiet, controlled steps of someone prepared to greet problems. He opened it to—nothing. The street outside was empty.

He scowled and began to shut the door.

“Uh... hello?”

The voice was soft. Timid.

Vergil looked down.

Three young girls in crisp uniforms stood below his line of sight, clutching colorful boxes. It took him a second to process what he was seeing, which might explain the brief flicker of confusion that crossed his face.

The tallest of the three hesitated under his glacial stare. Her rehearsed pitch faltered, but she gathered her courage and held out a box labeled 'Choco-Chomp Delights'.

“We’re selling cookies to raise money for our scout troop. Would you be interested in buying some?”

Vergil’s eyes narrowed at the box as if it was some kind of trap. His expression, which Dante had once diagnosed as a chronic case of stink-eye, only deepened.

One of the girls instinctively stepped back. Only a second later came the familiar clang of boots on the stairs.

“Alright, Verge,” Dante called, “what unfortunate customer are you terrorizing this time?”

Dante appeared at his brother’s shoulder, all lazy grin and casual swagger. When he spotted the girls—and more importantly, the cookies—his eyes lit up like kids on Christmas morning.

“Girl Scout cookies! Hell yeah. Gimme five boxes.”

Before the scouts could blink, Dante slapped some bills into the tallest girl’s hand and tore open one of the boxes like a starving animal. He devoured a whole cookie in one chomp, somehow managing to spray crumbs everywhere.

“Man, I really needed that,” he said through a mouthful, barely swallowing before he shoved the open box toward Vergil. “And so do you. Might sweeten up that sour-ass glare you’re giving everyone.”

The trio of girls giggled at that until Vergil’s icy gaze flicked toward them again.

Dante quickly gathered the rest of his purchase and offered the scouts a warm thank-you, waving them off with a playful salute before shutting the door.

Vergil raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “You do realize these cookies could be poisoned.”

The only threat Dante faced was nearly choking from a burst of laughter. “Are you seriously suggesting some eight-year-olds are handing out demon-poisoned cookies? Try telling me again that you're not paranoid.”

“I am not paranoid. Unlike you, I prefer to stay vigilant.”

“Well, if they are poisoned, then I’ve got all the more reason to share them with you.” Dante popped another handful of cookies into his mouth.

“If they are poisoned, then I finally have a chance to be rid of you. So do sample some more.”

Dante waved a cookie under Vergil’s nose and kept talking with a stuffed mouth. “Come on, one ‘poisoned’ cookie won’t kill you. I’ve had a few already, and I’m still breathing.”

“Unfortunately so.”

There was a pause. A long one.

Vergil’s gaze drifted to the open box, then to the cookie Dante was waving under his nose as an insult. He seemed to sniff at it but said nothing. Just reached out and plucked his own, brand new cookie from the box.

He examined it first, as though it might indeed be cursed. Then, with a slow resignation, he took a small bite.

Silence.

Vergil's expression didn’t change—barely a twitch. But he chewed. Swallowed. Took a breath.

Dante watched, eyes wide with anticipation. “Well?” he prodded.

Vergil calmly finished the rest of the cookie, his face unreadable. “It is... tolerable.”

Dante grinned like he’d just won a decades-long war. “You like it.”

“I tolerated it.”

“Wow. You loved it. I’m buying more next time.”

Vergil scoffed and turned back toward the desk, refusing to eat another cookie. “Your delusions are becoming more concerning by the day.”

Dante tossed another chocolate cookie into his mouth with a smug crunch. “Whatever you say. We’re both poisoned now.”

A week later

The scouts knocked again, nervously.

This time, there was no slow horror-movie door creak. No icy glare.

Vergil opened the door in one smooth motion and got straight to business.

“I’ll buy your whole stock.”

The girls blinked.

Vergil glanced behind him, just once, toward the stairs.

“…And your silence regarding this transaction.”

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Glasses drawing struggles:

Generally speaking glasses tend to be symmetrical and can be fit inside a rectangle shape, even the big round glasses.

The created glasses box can then be skewed into perspective to roughly fit the character.

Boom. Scuffed glasses on a questionable face.

Now I ain't claiming to know nothing, but it's a start. Don't tell the church—

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The assassin you sent after me is part of my found family now

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A work in progress peek for larger piece I'm slowly cooking. This duo has to be my favourite part of it.

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You could say Nero's and Vergil's first meeting got... out of hand 🗿

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She gets the last laugh, even from beyond the grave.

Modern day equivalent would be Sparda complaining about a bad picture getting posted online. He's a lil' bit too ancient for that though.

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Vergil carrying Nero by the scruff like a cat ✨

Finally finished the art piece! I've referred to it as angry glowstick lizard + miniro in my file names. Because.

And here's version without mini Nero:

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Truly a V and Shadow moment:

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Vergil carrying Nero by the scruff like a cat!

that's it that's the post

So it is written.

Thank you so much for the interesting suggestion! I love it so much! Sure got my brain cell bouncing around for drawing ideas and this is what I've cooked up.

Obviously it's still work in progress, since it's in the sketch/blueprint stage. Considering shading is my weakest skill (I've no idea what I'm doing 🤌), next stages will take a century. Thus I offer this sneak peek.

Took me long enough to get to this point with all those details...

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Ever had that awkward moment when you're drawing Vergil's SDT tail and it does that?

His tail is magnificent of course, but drawing it can be as painful as stepping on a LEGO sometimes.

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Nero's mom x Vergil:

The lady in red belongs to my wonderful friend @squid0space. They came up with an amazing character concept for Nero's mom. Yep, Bianca is awesome! I couldn't help but draw Vergil and her together. Just look at these silly, wholesome fools. Awwwww! I'm melting like a marshmallow.

Another version of the drawing that I liked the look of: