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How I imagine Dante and Vergil in high school: fighting all over the place when one of them says one word too many, but at the same time no one else can hit his brother. And Vergil is a fall boy for me - turtlenecks, scarves, fabric coats. Dante always laughs at him that he will suffocate under that neck (and later Dante gets pneumonia)

School!AU

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STORIES FROM MY YOUTH; NERO

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TOPIC: Nothing bad happened. Sparda returned that day, in time to save his family. Nothing bad happened. Eva tells 15-year-old Nero what stupid things Vergil did.

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"Don't worry so much, my dear" Eva's calm voice rang out after opening the door to her grandson's bedroom.

"I'm not worried" he immediately denied, sighing on the bed.

"You worry, you worry. But you see, there are some things you don't know" a mysterious smile appeared on her face. She slowly walked over to Nero's bed, album in hand, sitting down by his hip.

"I think there are quite a few. But grandma, what can I say? Uncle is the stupid one - I mean... You know" he laughed, a little nervously, scratching his hair.

"Oh, you'll be surprised. Dante just likes to talk about it. And Vergil... he wasn't any better than him" she smiled gently, tucking her legs under her and opening the album.

"You can't be serious" he snorted, unable to imagine his dad being as stupid as his uncle.

"I'm very serious. You're a great example of that," she smiled softly, pointing to a photo of Nero and Vergil on his birthday.

Nero just turned his head to the side, wrinkling his nose, a little confused.

"Oh, he didn't tell you?" she laughed, almost innocently.

"About what?"

"Do you know how old they are?" she turned her head to the side, a little in disbelief that Dante hadn't once joked about it.

"Well, not really... Dad always told my uncle to shut up. I thought he didn't want to feel old," he stated, thinking for a moment about how every time Dante brought up their age, Vergil would throw something at him.

"When you were born, my dear, they were 19," she said calmly.

Nero looked at her, in disbelief. He analyzed it for a moment, looking for a funny joke, but he couldn't see anything.

"Seriously?" Nero couldn't help but laugh.

"Totally. Grandpa let him go on his 18th birthday to travel. He came back from it, with you," she explained calmly, patting his knees.

"Oh, so dad complains about me coming home after 9:00 PM, gets grounded for it, and he came back with a kid when he was only 19? Absolutely not funny," he said, folding his arms across his chest. Eva just laughed, remembering how Dante did that every time he was offended.

"Something like that, Angel," she settled comfortably next to her grandson. Her body wasn't in the shape it once was, but raising twins and then helping raise her grandson had cost her some of her youth.

"It's... Unfair" Nero finally said, looking at the wall of his room, as if he hoped the wall would answer him.

"I won't deny it. However, Dad does everything to protect you" she embraced the boy gently and pulled him into a hug.

"I know, I know... But still. These stupid rules" he sighed, resting his head against Eve.

"It's hard to disagree. However, to make this punishment more pleasant for you" she said, cutting off mid-sentence and placing an album on her lap, a very old album "I'll show you something" she opened it to the first photos.

"Dad and Dante have always been very different. But if there is something that connected them for many years it was getting into trouble" she pointed to photos of the young twins, most often in the mud or poking each other. "Vergil could pretend as much as he wanted, but everyone knew he loved arguing with Dante and fighting, that's just their nature. Constant rivalry in every area."

Nero looked with interest at the album he had never seen before. He listened as his grandmother told him about his father and uncle, people who in his eyes were completely different, with no similarities.

"I still remember how Vergil came back a bit dissatisfied on the first day of school," she laughed, scrolling through the album pages to the photos from elementary school. "As you know, uncle is... Quite chaotic and loves people. When finally, when they were 10, we decided to let them go to school, Dante couldn't get enough of the crowd of people he could talk to, run around in the yard. Socializing your uncle wasn't a problem... Unlike dad. When they came back, Dante had a lot of stories, and Vergil looked almost offended and abandoned..." She smiled gently, remembering her children's youth. It felt like yesterday, and yet she was telling it to her grandson.

"Didn't he read poetry or something to ignore his uncle?" He asked, wrinkling his nose.

"Vergil often read his favorite poetry book when he felt lost or lonely. That's why he carried it with him throughout elementary and high school. And he left with it too," she said calmly, kissing Nero's hair in a caring manner. "Dante had better connections at school and more friends, and Vergil had excellent grades. Although I won't deny it, I still remember him fighting some boy to the point of blood because he was bullying a girl a year younger than him," she laughed quietly, moving to the other pages of the album.

"And I'm talking about Aunt Lady," she laughed, pointing to the 16 year old Lady standing between a smiling Dante and a tired looking cat Vergil. "They were 17 years old then and from then on Dante made it his mission to watch Lady's back. And he did it until the end of high school and later when they started working together as demon hunters" she laughed, looking at the pictures of the three of them, unable to look away for a moment.

She wished she could go back to when her sons were little boys.

"So... Dad got into a fight?" Nero muttered under his breath. He didn't suspect that his father... well, was aggressive, in any way.

"You could say that. And more than once" she laughed seeing Nero's surprised expression.

"He wasn't much different from Dante in his teenage years, if we're talking about things like that. There were just a lot fewer of them and his grades were better than Dante's. Definitely better," she laughed. "That was always a problem. And honestly, Dante was always talented, but too lazy and preferred to copy others to have time for his electric guitar and motorbike." Nero laughed to himself at the memory of the guitar and motorbike. He remembered well how his dad had yelled at his uncle for taking Nero for a ride when he was 10.

"He always had his priorities, didn't he?" Nero sighed, picking up the album and scrolling through the pages. "Who's that?" He asked, pointing at a blonde woman who looked like Eva, but a little different.

"Oh, about her some other time, Nero, trust me. It's... a difficult subject," she smiled, apologetically, scrolling a few pages further and pointing to a picture. "This was taken about a year before you were born. Graduation, back then, your dear father had not slept at all. He spent the whole night reading new poetry books he had received because of his good grades. He looked awful after an hour of sleep. Dante couldn't stop laughing at him," she shook her head, remembering how she had applied makeup under Vergil's eyes so he wouldn't look so bad. "He had to ride a motorcycle with Dante then, because he couldn't drive. And Dante didn't want to ride in his car, stubbornly stating that he should ride a motorcycle with him, that he would wake up. And... He wasn't wrong" she laughed, pulling Nero closer to her.

One of the photos showed Vergil as if he was about to throw up, with his hair flying in every direction and his tie slightly loose. On top of that, a few buttons on his shirt were undone. Dante stood next to him, as if he was all that kept Vergil on his feet.

"Is that what he looked like at the end of the year?" he laughed, unable to believe that it was really his eternally well-prepared and organized father.

"Yes. But Lady managed to organize him to a decent degree" she laughed, scrolling through the next photos, where Vergil looked like a perfect student, flawless. Dante was still standing next to him, barely holding back his laughter.

"Aunt Lady is amazing. How did she put up with them?" she laughed, looking at the next photo, where Dante stood proudly, hugging Lady, and Vergil just stood there with no expression on his face except tiredness.

"I guess my cookies, teas, and Dante's charm" she laughed. At first she wasn't sure if Lady was a good friend for Dante, but after a while she realized that her son needed a woman with a really strong and maybe a little aggressive personality to put up with him, while also being a true friend.

"Oh yes, your cookies are the best thing there is!" he laughed.

"Don't sugarcoat it for me" she laughed, kissing Nero on the temple. "But as you can see, your father wasn't as saintly as he tries to be. He did a lot of stupid things, but about the worst ones... you have to ask Dante. He'll know the worst details" she laughed, stroking Nero's hair and hugging him close.

They spent the next few minutes like that, just looking through the photos. Nero mostly focused his gaze on the blonde, mentally noting that he had to ask Dante about her.

In my opinion, Vergil would be just as problematic, if not more so, when it comes to high school life😭

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THIS ARTIST IS MY INSPIRATION, HAS WONDERFUL DRAWINGS, I LOVE, I ADORE, I WORSHIP, I KNEEL FOR THESE WORKS

Secret love

These cuties are finally done! :3

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WHAT IF EVERYONE SURVIVED, BUT WOULD DANTE BE BLAMED?

I just want to say one thing (ok, maybe more)(and I want to make it clear right away that I don't blame anyone except Mundus. These are just my loose thoughts on the comments I've read)

From my observations, many people blame Dante for what happened that day so

if Eva alive, everything is okey, Sparda come back etc. but house is burned, Eva has wounds and so on.

So what if Dante was blamed? Not even in the most obvious way?

"stop arguing with Vergil again! What happened can't happen again because you want to play with swords again!"

It's not so obvious blaming. Maybe a little concern? But sometimes it goes to an extreme, too much for an 8 year old boy. I mean, Dante never wanted Vergil to get hurt, right? If he feels guilty for hurting him, he will distance himself from Vergil, and probably Eva, so as not to hurt his mother too, again. And Vergil can somehow be happy at first? Because hey, Dante left him alone. Especially since he would definitely like to rest alone after such an event, or maybe sleep with his parents in the bedroom to feel safe.

But after some time? That would be strange. He liked to fight with him with swords, and Dante clearly doesn't want to anymore, so what happened? When Dante stopped being an energetic boy and started being sad and chronically lonely? He wasn't alone, after all. Eva cared for him, and Sparda did too. Vergil might have been angry at first, because he was just a kid, too. But later?

Dante would just start pushing everyone away? Sleeping longer and longer? Even if it's family breakfast day? But maybe he's just tired, right? Everything that happened was a bit much, right?

And of course Vergil received a lot more attention because he was more injured than Dante. And simply... Dante would shut up? He would talk less, run less, maybe even eat less after a while?

I just think that if he felt blamed for all of this, he would become very withdrawn, chronically lonely, and it would be even worse for him in his teenage years. Looking at Vergil's or Mom's scars, he would feel guilty. Maybe he wouldn't even be as close to Vergil anymore? They would grow apart, despite being twins? Dante would be tripping over his own feet, he wouldn't be as charismatic, he would move from class to class really just because of luck and because

"Dante, try! You can do better, but you're a bit too lazy, don't you think? You can't let your dear mother down like that! What did God punish her with such a difficult son?"

I mean... there are always many people who miss the signs. Dante's sign would be just that - being quiet and lazy.

But what else? I haven't found any information about Eva's family. So what if the twins' grandmother favors Vergil because he's the calm and smart one? He has such good grades, he dresses well, hes not late. And every time Dante shows a little too much energy, he looks at him as if he had committed the sin of a lifetime. (I really like this idea and will use it in my fiction)

But in the end... would Dante be able to withstand something like that? Maybe he would have cracked in his teenage years? Especially since he will be in completely different extracurricular classes than Vergil, which means even less time with him. He will have no friends at school Maybe in the second grade apart from Lady, but he won't feel enough to become closer friends with her.

Maybe it's a bit of an exaggerated dark vision, but I just feel sad (and a little angry) when I see people blaming Dante or Vergil when they were just kids. And I had to get that idea out of my head, maybe someday I'll write a short fiction based on it. But I don't know if there's room for a happy ending here.

If you want to share your thoughts/ideas, I'd love to read them! I really enjoy discussing things like this with people, but I don't have any friends in the fandom💙❤️

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I put it on my TikTok, but I decided to share it here as well, as my humble version of this trend

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WHAT IF... DANTE AND VERGIL HAVE SISTER?

Maybe a year younger than them? A little daughter Sparda, who always cried because of her brothers when they argued and wanted her to choose a side (Dante wanted to fight with swords, and Vergil wanted to read). Despite this, when she asked for something - whether she couldn't reach something, catch something, fix something, they immediately helped her.

And another rivalry. Who is the better older brother? Vergil or Dante?

And in fact all the time - small arguments, quarrels, helping her, competing, let her choose a side. And she always cried because she loved them both and didn't want to choose.

I think if they had a younger sister, Dante would be the favorite at first - active, steals cookies with her, they play very energetically and NEVER says no to her. Vergil needed much more peace and quiet from Dante, something his younger sister wasn't very good at giving. That's why she sometimes went to Dante sad, but she immediately laughed because of his antics.

And sometimes Vergil felt like he was out of their league, because he couldn't keep up with their energy, their fun, their social power. But he never had time to think about that. A few moments were always enough for them and as if they could hear his thoughts, they both ran to him happily, talking about some stupid things. Dante was holding him, she was holding his hand, and he was standing in the middle. It was like they just knew something was wrong but didn't know what.

I think it would be kind of funny and cute if they had a little sister like that. Even though she's a year younger, they would always treat her like a little girl.

And the most important question - how would life have turned out that day? What if that day, she had followed Vergil out of the house to hug him for comfort, knowing that Dante would be there soon too (though he wouldn't make it in time), and had stayed with Vergil like that? Maybe they would look for Dante because she wanted her brother, her family back, and Vergil couldn't refuse her, but he was also afraid that he would lose her, that when they found Dante she would choose the other brother, because Dante was always better than Vergil with her? What if nothing bad ever happened because Vergil had a little, stormy angel who never wanted to hurt people?

What if she stayed in the closet with Dante, and when Vergil returned with the tower, she wanted to catch him too, to stop him? Could the two of them manage to make Vergil return to Devil May Cry with them and cry with Dante because they got their brother back?

What if he had followed him into Mandus? Would they have won? Would they have become a puppet together? Or would she have died and Vergil would have felt guilty until the end?

Or to put it differently - what if fate took their sister away from them both? Dante in the closet heard her screams, Eva ran to her but didn't make it, they killed her, and Vergil also heard her shrill scream as she called them, but neither of them made it? No one saved her; and then what? Maybe she went to Mandus, made her a puppet to defeat Vergil and Dante with their own sister, feeding her insecurities, fears and abandonment by everyone? Or maybe she managed to escape and went out into the world? Maybe she would have become a 23-year-old mother with three children and a relatively happy life, never finding out that her brothers survived? That she was not alone or the last? Or did she become a demon hunter, ultimately being worse than both of them - feeling absolutely abandoned and resenting them for not trying to find her? Or will she be angry at Vergil because she wants to destroy something their father did and will she make him feel guilty about it? At the same time, will she insult Dante for trying to live carefree?

Or maybe she simply hit a rock and forgot who she was forever, and only sometimes in her dreams did she see the faces of two boys with the same white hair as hers?

Or, maybe she would live in Fortuna, find out Vergil was there, but was too late, before she could find him he was already gone. And two years later she saw a one year old boy with white hair. And she immediately took him under her wing, giving him everything and cursing his brothers because she didn't know which one had a baby?

I have so many questions, so many versions, so many theories... Too many😭

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I want pretty blog so

WHAT IF THINGS

What if Sparda have twin sister?

What if Vergil and Dante have sister?

What if everyone survived the fire, Sparda returned, but Dante was blamed for everything?

VERGIL THINGS

Vergil's Friend from childhood, cute girl two years older than him

DANTE THINGS

Nothing for now🥲

NERO THINGS

Eva tells him what Vergil did in his youth

IRIS, MY OC, TWIN SISTER OF SPARDA THINGS

Sparda tell Dante and Vergil about his twin sister

Something about me;

My name in my country is Róża (Rose)

I love red, blue, purple and Batman

Dante Sparda and Spencer Reid is my type

I love pain but also some comfort hehe

Im from Poland

OTHERS

I will write about Devil May Cry for now

If you have some idea you can send to me but i dont promise i can do that

I probably won't write 18+

For that I will be writing various alternate realities - what if Vergil and Dante went to high school? What if Dante and Vergil were Nero's cousins? And other stuff someone with my OC's like Iris (twin sister of Sparda), childhood friends, child Dante, Dante and Vergil younger sister (by year).

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CHILDHOOD FRIEND; VERGIL

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TOPIC: As a child, Vergil was friends with a lovely girl, two years older than him, who liked to listen to him read poetry under a tree.

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The day was beautiful, spring was slowly coming, but Eva had already let her sons run around in shorts. With the weather warming up, Dante began to be 150% more energetic and go to bed even later. Because of this, Vergil had to escape to the hill near their house, under a tree. But he wasn't the only one.

He had discovered this place when he was 5 years old and was walking with his father. He had shown him the place, saying that it was incredibly peaceful here, and since Sparda had disappeared, Vergil had come here, missing his father, but never saying it out loud. He wasn't going to admit it, he didn't want to worry his mother, Dante had already done it enough, constantly asking when his father would come back.

Sitting under the tree, every time the sun started to reach the middle of the sky, a girl from the other side of the hill would come there. She was older than Vergil, had a school bag and sometimes did some homework. They met when Vergil first ran away from Dante here, in the winter, being irritated by a 6-year-old who had been hit in the back of the head by a snowball that was too big. He saw an 8-year-old girl sitting on a small, barely holding on swing made of some rope and board. She had a book in her hands. Vergil stared at her for an hour, but she didn't react once. It wasn't until the sun was setting that she left.

And that's how their little ritual was born. They only started talking when she heard Vergil quietly reading a poem when he was 7. She pulled out her little book of various poems and when she heard Vergil close the book, she started reading in a slightly hoarse voice from not speaking. They read poetry to each other, and after three months they started talking, but they never sat next to each other. Vergil always sat on the ground or a blanket, facing his house, and she on the swing, even though they had passionate conversations.

That changed when Vergil had his 8th birthday and decided to hide one piece of cake. Before sunset, he sneaked out of the house with a plate, trying to be careful not to break the cake. Walking to the tree, he noticed a long green cape, slightly curled hair loosely, and small gold heels. Every time he looked at her from behind, he admired her outfit - she looked incredibly elegant, even though she was 10 years old, and his mother always told him that she didn't have to dress too elegantly, as long as it was comfortable and classy.

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage. He walked up to her. She jumped on her swing when she suddenly heard the sound of a branch snapping.

"Sorry," Vergil said, smiling nervously.

"Oh, it's you. I forgive you," he chuckled, but didn't turn around. She closed the book and from Vergil's perspective, scratched her ear.

"Um... It's my birthday today... And I thought..."

"Will you bring a cake? I can feel the sweetness" she laughed quietly, gently swinging on the swing.

Vergil decided to be a brave man, just like his father always told him, and approached her.

"My mother made this. It's really good" he said, placing it on the hands she held out.

And he froze. He pursed his lips.

"Hey, don't worry" she said, gently holding the plate with one hand and sliding it across it.

"I-" he stuttered a bit.

"It's nothing. I have a present for you, you know?" she stopped searching for a cake spoon and reached into the bag she had on her shoulder.

She handed him the book a bit clumsily, accidentally hitting his hip.

"I... Thank you" he blushed slightly. She moved back on her swing, as if inviting him.

Vergil hesitantly sat down next to her.

"My sister said the cover was pretty. I trust her, she didn't lie to me and it's blue" he chuckled and she smiled gratefully when Vergil somewhat clumsily pressed a spoon into her pale hand.

"It's blue. And pretty" he smiled, opening it.

There was a slightly crooked, clumsy dedication on the first page.

'For a friend under the tree

Whose voice caresses my ears

Like a wet autumn wind to my lips

And lets me forget for a moment

About life beyond our silent hill'

"I hope it's legible" after these words, she put the first piece of cookie in her mouth. "This is so good!!" she gently tapped the ground with her foot, immediately taking another bite into her mouth.

"It's good. Very pretty. Did you write it yourself?" another blush appeared on his cheeks.

"Mhmm..." she mumbled in confirmation, devouring the cake. Her lips were slightly stained with blue and red icing.

"I'll bring you something for your birthday too," Vergil said, smiling. "I even know what!"

He was proud of himself. Recently, he saw a poetry book in the store, not an ordinary one, but with various convex round things. He asked his mother what it was about - she explained what it was about. And he intended to give it to her, since her birthday was in less than half a year.

"You're adorable," she said with her mouth full.

"You too. You listened to me," he smiled, looking at the sun, which was slowly setting.

"I like listening. Especially to nice words and voices," she said, handing him the plate.

"I'll be back in two days. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. So don't worry," she smiled, a little in the wrong direction, but Vergil didn't have the heart to tell her that.

She kissed him on the cheek as a farewell, and Vergil let her touch his hair, returning home completely flushed.

The next day he asked Eve to go to the gallery. He bought her a book of poetry.

When late spring came, they agreed on a specific time. However, Vergil never came, and she, standing next to the tree, could only smell fire and blood. She ran downstairs, hearing the cries of a voice she knew well.

She didn't have time to run. She felt something sharp in her stomach, and then a strangely painful warmth. Tears and a cry of disorientation ran down her cheeks.

"Verg!!" she screamed, but she got no answer. She got up and tried to walk further, until she reached a pool of blood.

That day, a young mother died, three children were reported missing, and in later years, when no trace of them was found, they were presumed dead.

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I hope you like it!!

I sometimes want to think is someone there who miss Vergil and Dante from childhood. But i also like pain soo... Another reson to write it! I have two options: demons eat her or... Shes live but have a demon bloods and become warrior for Mandus or something like this. What to you think??

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I've just remembered something…

This town was attacked once before.

I was here… I can still see it.

In fact, I was playing right here.

That was the house.

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I love see things like this

hi, here is an examination of Kazuma Kaneko's devil Trigger in DMC3 You can see that his design determined the direction of the Devil Trigger design, which was carried over into 4 and 5

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I've loved wearing red and black for as long as I can remember, and people tell me that blue suits me. so I'm Dante on the outside, but I'm Vergil on the inside?? (I'm on the train right now and I'm starting to think about too many things)

And my outfit is here: (i feel so bonita)

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CHILDHOOD MEMORY; Vergil and Dante's earliest memory of her. (my OC) ╭━─━─━─━─━─━─≪≫━─━─━──━─━─━╮

Topic: Sparda tells the story of he's sister to 5-year-old Vergil and Dante as a warning against losing a sibling.

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When he saw the twins, his voice broke slightly, for several reasons. He had become a father, he held these small, fragile little ones in his hands, who looked like a copy of himself. And with horror he recognized the resemblance to his sister as well. It was terrifying, to think again about his little sister, who was somewhere out there in the world, perhaps long dead. This thought drowned him for a moment, but feeling Eva's gentle touch, he immediately returned to his family.

If he couldn't get his sister back, he should devote himself to his boys and his wife. Irys would be proud of such behavior. She would be happy with these boys. After all, she loved human women and small human children, calling them worms...

"Eva, you are wonderful," he whispered, placing both twins in her arms and kissing her temple.

"Little copies of you, aren't they?" her smile was tired but happy.

"That's right, my love," he murmured in response, sitting on the edge of the bed and admiring his new family.

For a moment, looking at the twins, he thought of Irys again. She would have been happy to see these two boys, he could feel it. She would have jumped for joy, helping him take care of Eva and the children. However, she wasn't here, it was Sparda's fault in every percent, he knew it. He regretted those words, regretted calling her a dead weight. But he couldn't turn back time. So he pushed his thoughts away and immersed himself in his fatherly life, always remembering being a husband and occasionally reminding himself of his sister.

Until Dante and Vergil started to grow up more and more. Looking at these two boys, his little boys, he couldn't help but notice the similarities. Dante's energy, and later Vergil's adoration for poetry, made him want to cry. Irys loved poetry, was full of self-confidence and pride, danced, even sang, the more time she spent around people. Now she only has the ghost of it at night, when she dreams restlessly, thinking of distant days that will not return. He regretted being a bad older brother.

"My boys..." Sparda began "You are old enough for me to tell you a little about my family" he smiled gently, seeing Vergil's curiosity and shook his head at Dante's slight distraction.

"Well, my children, I have a sister" these words immediately caught the attention of the five-year-old twins "Unfortunately, our last meeting was a long time ago. We had a fight then. It was my fault. I said a few words too many in anger and I didn't stop her when she was walking away, her back to me" he spoke calmly, carefully watching his sons' reaction.

"Where is she now?" Dante asked, turning his head to the side, and Vergil hit him in the ribs.

"It's obvious that father doesn't know. After all, he said he hadn't seen her for a long time. Think a little, Dante" he rolled his eyes, straightening up proudly, and Dante only rolled his eyes.

Sparda laughed.

"Easy boys. Unfortunately, I don't know where she is now, I can only hope that my dear sister is happy" he smiled sadly, but combed the twins' hair, Dante was pleased with this move, while Vergil grimaced a little, fixing his hair, but he didn't complain. He just didn't want to do his hair again. Dante didn't have such a problem.

"I just want you to remember to watch your words. I lost my sister because I yelled at her in anger, and now she doesn't know that I have two wonderful sons and a wife. You don't have to be nice to each other. Just be there and hold on. Losing a twin is something painful, I know that. I don't want you to share my stupidity and fate" he smiled, leaning down to Vergil and kissing him tenderly on the forehead. Dante wrinkled his nose, so after a moment the kiss touched his wrinkle, making him chuckle.

"What was she like?" Vergil asked, leaning towards his father. "Our aunt. Like you?" he turned his head to the side, curious.

"Exactly! What was she like? Strong? Did she swing her sword like you? Did she fight?" questions poured out of Dante's mouth like a waterfall, standing up to demonstrate the movements as if he was holding a sword in his hands.

"Dante, she was a woman, she probably had more calculations than you-" Vergil began, rolling his eyes, but they were interrupted by Sparda.

"Maybe I'll disappoint you, maybe not, but she was a very energetic woman. Always ready for a fight, I've never seen anyone before or after wield Rebellion and Yamoto at the same time as well as she did. Yes, boys, she could fight with a powerful sword, and in a second hold a katana in her hands and still be just as good. But that's not all. As she got a little older, she started to quote poetry to me more and more often, create various word puzzles when we talked, even if it was during a battle or resting between battles. She was a talented woman with great physical and mental strength. She didn't give up, she kept going, often mocking her opponents, treating them as if they were puppets! And her laugh? Oh, she sounded absolutely like your mother's kettle!" he raised his hands energetically, chuckling and remembering the days of fighting alongside his sister, strong, wise and funny.

He missed this woman more than he ever thought. His smile took on a dreamy shape, Vergil stared at his father, then at his mother, who stood behind him, hands on her hips and a smile as bright as the sun.

"I'd like to meet her!! She'd teach us how to fight, right? And Vergil would have someone to read poetry to! They'd probably sit like two nerds in a library," he chuckled, and Vergil pushed him to the side.

"I'm not a nerd! I can just do anything!" he said defensively.

Dante hit back, of course, and a small, harmless fight broke out.

"Were you like that too? With your sister?" Eva asked, placing her hands on her husband's shoulders.

"We were worse as children. But as adults? Sometimes I'd throw my sword at her if she quoted that weird poetry for too long. Now I'd give anything to hear her quote anything again..." he sighed, placing his hand on hers and squeezing gently.

He missed her. He missed his sister so much, he wasn't going to hide it from himself anymore. He'd give anything to hear her kettle-like laugh, to hear about poetry or human, beautiful women... He wished his family could be complete. Like it should be. He knew it would be unlikely, but he hoped that one day she would knock on his door with a mocking smile and call his sons savages or worms.

Eva kissed his hair, seeing how her sons slowly calmed down, feeling how deep in thought he was. She knew that he missed his sister and regretted every word. I would like to meet her, but... she had a strange feeling that it would never come. She didn't want to worry Sparde about it, she knew that she might be overreacting. But something told her, in the back of her mind, that it was impossible for their family to be complete.

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So this is it!! The first mini chapter about Irys that I wrote about earlier. I decided to make a small series out of it in which I describe Sparda, the twins, her life and possible possibilities of their meeting (like for example she saves her brother's family from being separated, saves him at the cost of herself so that his family lives, finds the twins and takes care of them. I have a lot of ideas!!!) Does anyone want to be tagged under these posts?

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And sorry for my English, I'm learning it, my native language is Polish🤎

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WHAT IF SPARDA HAVE A TWIN SISTER??? (I don't know how demon reproduction works, I assumed it was similar to humans, thank)

I have a little "what if..." for DMC. What if Sparda had a sister? Twin sister, of course. But over these 20,000(?) years they have separated a bit too much (from the beginning they were always arguing, fighting, like Vergil and Dante). The whole argument was about the fact that she couldn't choose a side for a long time - her brother and the humans or Mundus and the demons, and in the end she helped her brother, while almost ruining the seal. So she almost destroyed his work, and she wanted to help because she met a human woman and fell in love. Sparda was furious with her because almost everything went to waste and they argued, he called her "deadweight" and that was the last time he saw her. With tears in her eyes, walking away from him, and a burning oversized katana in her hand (it burned blue with her strong emotions of sadness). Later, of course, he regretted these words, it was a momentary anger, but he couldn't find her anymore.

And later he gets two twin sons and silently begs them to never share his and their aunt's fate.

I think I also need to add that in my head, Sparda's sister (I think her human name would be Irys) is a combination of Vergil and Dante in personality. Dancing? Come on! Fancy dress? You still ask!! Love of poetry? Always, everywhere. Serious, stoic personality mixed with sarcastic remarks and goofing off? Yes. In her youth, due to living in the demon world, she did not know poetry, but she was active, brave and energetic. The closer she was to the human world, the more often Sparda quoted some poem.

So when he saw Dante's energy and activity right next to Vergil reading poetry, his heart ached as he was reminded of his sister who was 3 minutes younger than him. He mentioned her sometimes as a warning to them to be careful what they said to each other so they wouldn't regret it later, but he never talked about her very much.

I think I'll make her my official OC since I have a vision of her in my head, anyone want some short fics with her?

Thanks for reading! And sorry for my English, my native language is Polish🤎

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Versions of Vergil (except Urizen and the cloaked one)

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now im curious about vergil and patty interactions...

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My devil may cry meme collection because I heard you were sad (part 2 because i have so many wtf)

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Initiation Well Location: Sintra, Portugal

A pair of wells, called the Initiation Wells, spiral down deep within the earth, like inverted towers. The wells were never used to collect water. Instead, they were part of a mysterious initiation ritual within the Knights of Templar tradition.