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FAMILY REUNITED
who: Vergil and Sparda
when: Late morning/early afternoon
where: Lobby, just near the front stairs
rating: PG for the moment (its bound to get worse later)
summary: Vergil finally sussed and cracked it. That Frederic Van Cortlandt is in fact Sparda; his father.

Story:

Well this was definately amusing and rather productive.
Dear Mister Frederic Van Cortlandt...such a regal and almost dashing person in fact his father. The legendary Dark Knight: Sparda.

Vergil had decided now to bring him out and confront him. He smiled smugly to himself that he accused him being a minion to Mundas; his dear late Master.
Well goodness, he could certianly talk now couldn't he? Hypocrit.

He waited impatiently in the lobby, Yamato under his coat. Just because he said he wouldn't come baring weapons didn't mean Vergil had to either.

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It didn't take long for Sparda to make his way downstairs. He simply and most calmly walked down a single flight. Certainly, it would have been much easier for him to teleport there, or to fly in some epic way... but what a foolish hassle it would have been. He had no one to impress with his devil form here. At least, no one yet.

As he had promised, he was carrying no weapons... and not even his velvet-lined coat. No; today, he wore a casual, yet still classy button-up white shirt, black dress-slacks, and his usual shiny shoes... always glossed to perfection. None of this was a product of over grooming himself in any stretch, but simply; the natural magic that was of his outer shell.

He finally strode down into the lobby, shoes echoing in their tapping against the tiles as he caught view of a slender figure in the distance; who appeared to be just sitting there... waiting.

"Its good to finally see you in person, young sir." he said charmingly while he approached.

"For someone that resides on the first floor, you take you sweet time." The teenager said nad got up, turning to look at the older man.
His ice blue eyes like readied daggers as he lent on one hip, arms folded, giving him the quick look over.

So it was true, this was him. Vergil could feel a slight twinge in his chest with the familarity of Sparda's face. He didn't remember much as a child but Mundas had showed him images of his father, so no doubt this was him, truley.

Oh wouldn't how he'd love to make his daddy proud, following in his footsteps.

"I like to stop and look at the things around me now and then. Appreciate each new day that is given to me." He calmly said, before looking over the man before him up and down.

There was something so deadly familiar about.. everything, really. His face, his hair, his demeanor, despite how rude. Sparda couldn't help but feel so very.. humbled by his presence.

"Are you going to tell me who you are now? I'd rather not waste any of your precious time. Perhaps we should properly acquaint ourselves." He held out a gloved hand unthreateningly, being well sure no one else was around before he were to announce his identity.

"I am, Sparda; the heir and retired ruler to the Underworld throne."

Vergil had to bit his tongue hard to prevent him from bending over backwards from laughing. But never the less he un wrapped his hands and extended his own to clasp the gentleman's.

"Vergil; Black Angel, Nelo Angelo, Mundas' ex right hadn man and first son of Sparda."

The devil froze... looking into the young man's eyes.

Was this a joke?

Sparda gave him a stern frown. "Listen to me, young man, I don't know who you think you are, but I do not find it funny that you mock the name of my first son." There was just no possible way... little Vergil was just.. a few months old. Sparda could cradle him in his arms and well.. he was just a baby.

"And I especially don't like that you even know of my son's name. Have you been spying on my family?" Sparda was on the defensive now, slowly feeling himself grow rather angry at this.. "so called" Vergil.

"Please explain how the fact I can spy when I'm hineteen years old and I have your blood in my viens father" as almost in a mocking tone.

"I can assure you that I am your son, lets just say much further in your future. Unless you want huge solid DNA proof of somesort?" he retracted his hand and tilted his body to hte side, allowing Yamato to be seen.

"You gave me this for my sixth birthday. And Dante has Rebellion. Try to understand here that in this palce, time is warped and the dead may walk with the living and the past with the future." It was almost in like a lecture. As if the teenager was talked and correcting the wise man.

Sparda lost all his defense as he then looked deeper into his supposed son's face... and it all.. strangely pieced together.

How..? How did he know that? And what was he doing with Yamato?

Sparda did plan on eventually giving Yamato and Rebellion to the boys.. as their first devil arm. But he had told no one of this... not even Eva.

The more he looked into 19-year old Vergil's face... the more he could see the resemblance to the baby lying in the cradle at home.

"V-Vergil...? My... my son..? But.. how?" He took a step forth, an arm stretched out to touch Vergil's cheek.. to feel his skin, in craving some evidence that it was infact, his own flesh and blood.

Vergil allowed Sparda to touch his porcelain ivory skin. He was surprised to see his father's hands so smooth looking.

Intentionally, wouldn't a warrior of his caliber have dry and hardened skin?
Oh no wait, the magic, of course.

"We both just ended up here. Been here for just under a month now." Vergil replied bluntly.

"... both? You mean Dante is here too? Is he... like you too..? Are you both okay?" Sparda could feel Vergil's soft skin from under his glove... it was no doubt, the silky skin of his wife. No doubt at all.

He didn't really understand what it was he felt just then. It wasn't really so much as happiness, from seeing how humans take it, nor was it saddness... but moreso the feeling that.. something dear was taken from him.

His parenthood. Maybe that was it... being he was now looking at the Vergil he should have been seeing several years from now.. extremely gradually. Not.. all at once like this. He should have watched him become this. And yet, now its been spoiled for him.

"... what a handsome young man you've become." Was all he could reply with.

Vergil could only close his eyes briefy and snicker.
"It's in the genes," he quipped. "At least I make an effort...

Oh yeah..Dante's here," he broke out of his little trance and shifted his head away from Sparda's hand. "Don't know where, he went off on a date, probably got dumped and crying a river again or something...dunno." he shrugged and stepped back, allowing the Knight to look at him completely.

Sparda didn't put out a chuckle or even an amused look at Vergil's comeback. He was still far too phased by the fact that this fully gown teenager... was his son. The same son that he had to fight into a diaper less than a week ago.

What on earth was going on here...?

Dante...? Dating? No. No unacceptable. He's not even old enough to talk! And anyone with the nerve to break the heart of one of his sons would be...

... now now.. Not to get carried away...

"I... I can't comprehend what is going on here... just a week ago, Vergil, I held you in my arms. You were less than a year old. Please.. please explain this to me."

"Well how the hell do you want me to explain?" Vergil groaned and tried to lay his hands out.

"It's 1999. Me and Dante are living in Manhatten. Stuff happeneed I fucked up a ritual to bring up Temin-Ni-Gru and it all went bottoms up from there. Dante got away, opened a crapy business,....Well he said he was but last time I brought it up he still hadn't fitted locks to his door, "he went off topic of ra second,
"But anyway, became Mundas' bitch, blah blah blah. Escaped like a bat out of Hell, literary, found him again, we made up and so on and then one night I went to the library and ended up here."
He took a breath,
"Enough for you?"

Uhwha-wha?

Sparda could hear the words Vergil was saying, but the way he had played them off so very quickly.. even the Devil had to try and process it all.

Mundus' bitch..? That was slang. Sparda knew that one. It was young people's slang for slave. Vergil at one point.. had become.. Mundus' slave?

That filthy no-good...

Sparda was alert now, as he had then finally fully registered what his son was saying.. and he didn't want to know it all now.

Apparently this was a timeskip of some sort.. being when Sparda had left.. it was definitely not 1999. He really didn't.. he really didn't find it well in favor for their timeline to be meddling with whats happened so far.. so the older devil refused to ask more questions.. even though he still remained so very curious as he was.

"Vergil... if you and your brother need somewhere to stay safely, you can stay with me.. I will keep you safe." he then said, still in the mindset that his twin sons weren't old enough to defend themselves. He couldn't help it, it was instinct. He was their father, after all.

Oh yes, he knew that expression meant it hit home.

"No, it's alright. We're fine at the moment." Vergil sighed and ran a hand threw his hair. "As long as Dante doesn't get drunk and trigger-rape me again, I'll be okay."

"Trigger... rape...?" Sparda knew well what he was talking about. The boys were only half, therefore, they too had demonic forms, but only when their energy levels were high enough to sustain them. Sometimes in season, these energy levels are maxed out, and can cause aggressive behavior.

But raping your own brother? No. Not okay.

Dante..

"No. Unacceptable." He then said sternly. "Dante should not be drinking OR assaulting you in such ways whatsoever. If he is giving you a hard time, Vergil, you do let me know, I will properly discipline him." There went his fatherhood again..

Oh jeez, he never really had to listen to someone talk to him like that before.

Sure Dante got out of hand occassionally, but he could manage it.Even that time when his throat nearly got ripped, he made sure to return the pain back.

He acknowledged karma anyway.

"You kind of don't understand. We've been drinking and other adult activities since we knew about them. It's no big deal anyway. I beat the living daylights if he does pull any stunt. It's alright," He sighed and tried make himself as tall as he could (though still dispised he wasn't as tall as Sparda).

"We can take care of ourselves Sparda, have been now for a long time. But...I'm sure if we haved another one of our arguments, I'll be sure to drop by."

Adult things?

Adult things.

His infant nestlings. Doing adult things.

"Vergil, I don't like the sound of that at all." No he most certainly did not. "I cannot just stand by and listen to you tell me that you two are into things you shouldn't be. You aren't even of legal age to be drinking," It varied around the world, but here, in the US where they had been living, they were not. And Sparda had no issue with that whatsoever.

A hand was brought up to massage his temples. My my..

"Please... stay with me for awhile Vergil.. I want to be near you. To protect you." One thing he learned, between humans and their babies and devils and their nestlings, parenthood was all in the same ball field. He still couldn't get used tot he fact that Vergil was nineteen. He couldn't get out of the state of mind in which he still believed his son was an infant... really, even for the Devil himself, it was all a lot to take in at once.

Vergil really didn't like that.

"Look, um, father...dad. Whatever, I'm fine. I'm not a kid, I've been living on my own for over ten years now, I'm fine. I don't need protecting. Why do you think I carry this around and can make these," upon saying so he managed to conjour up a set of the summoned ghostly swords of his, allowing them to hover for a short time before fading, a few missing the mark and shattering on the ground, "....I still need work on thhta, But that's beside the point! Look, I'm alright, already eliminated a handful here. But since noone dies they're still walking about. Chill alright?"

Oh damn, he winced at that, he had to stop picking up lines from his brother.

Ten years..?

No... no don't ask of it. It could cause a paradoxal rift in timeline.

Sparda let out a deep sigh, before he simply nodded.

"... Dante...? Can I see him?..." Youngest nestling. The more curious one. Sparda was more than eager to see how he turned out. "We can all live together... in my room?" Protect nestlings.. nurture them.. be there for them.

The instinctual drive ran through the back of his mind like a record player... but he worked hard to discard it. His boys were half human, and born by human means, not hatched like demons usually were. Things worked differently with them, so it would be unfair to treat them entirely like demon offspring.

Why was this was so much easier when they were babies...?

"You can see him if you can find him, though I doubt he'll be in the best of moods....

We'll...-me and Dante- we'll have to discuss about that," Vergil trailed off as he started to walk away slowly. "It's problematic, that's all."

Sparda watched idly as his son began to walk away.. he didn't follow, however.. Vergil seemed to be.. so grown up now.

He didn't like it. He felt so cheated.

But it would be unfair to smother him... so Sparda just helplessly stood there as his oldest son declined him.

"Please talk to Dante about it.. and tell him to come see me... I really want to be around you both.."

Now he was torn with a new predicament. Was he to leave for home and tend back to his younger sons..? But what about his boys here? Would they be alright..?

What a mess..

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