Vergil; the Son of Sparda. Dark Slayer. Alpha and Omega. Devil in a Blue Coat. He has been given many names, his legacy left in his wake through traveling throughout Remnant. Though his last name is forgotten, Vergil continues to live on beyond his...
Venturing deep into his mind was not something Vergil has done in quite some time. But when he heard that familiar voice, he made it a priority. He finds himself wandering towards a familiar structure of sorts. Looking up, he notices a neon sign over the front doors.
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Vergil: Hm...
He goes through the front doors, and at the front desk is a pair of boots kicked up. The person's face is masked by a magazine, with the front cover being a woman in a bikini. But he knew the voice that spoke to him.
???: Hey, bro. Took you some time getting here.
Lowering their legs, Vergil almost smiles at the sight of his own brother.
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Vergil: Dante...
His usual smirk on his face, Dante puts down the magazine he's holding.
Dante: Heh, it's been some time. Look at ya! You've gotten older!
A small chuckle escaping his lips, Vergil shakes his head.
Vergil: I don't want to hear that from you, brother. Standing from here, I can see that stubble on your chin.
Dante: Eh, I'd shave it, but I'm too lazy.
Vergil: Of course you are.
The two of them smile to each other, when Vergil lets out a solemn breath.
Vergil: Dante...I'm sorry...
The younger of the two tilts his head at the words of his brother.
Dante: Hm? What for?
Vergil: What do you think? For not being able to help you, Mother or Father. You all died, because I did nothing. Letting those damned Grimm rampage in our own home, those White Fang organizing the attack...I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but just know that your failure of a brother won't let them rest peacefully.
Gazing at Vergil for a moment, Dante gets up from his chair, and walks over to the side of his desk, where his weapon Devil Sword Dante is leaning.
Dante: I don't blame you for what happened. Apparently, ol' Pops had some friends, but along with them came lots of enemies. Actually, I think it was more like...having one friend gave him two enemies. That's how Mom worded it, at least.
