Mother?

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Please note that this fic is not beta read. I'm not a native English speaker.

No one knew what exactly happened or how it had happened in the first place. While Dante had forbidden everyone from following him up to the Qliphoth, Nero hadn't listened. Apparently neither had Lady, as she had also appeared at the scene after Nero had beaten some sense to his father, Vergil, bloodying Dante's nose in the process, too. Lady hadn't been able to do anything but watch the scene from sidelines, witnessing how Dante and Vergil were far from done yet with their rivalry and how Nero had basically lost it, roaring angrily both at his uncle and father, when his father had – as typical to Vergil – got offended, trying to cut Nero with Judgement Cut.

Perhaps that had done the trick. Perhaps Vergil hadn't been as concentrated as normally and cut deeper, deeper into somewhere else than where he should have drawn the rapidly appearing sword strikes to. When the world chattered, a blinding light appeared and in the midst of it stood a figure.

All the three men readied themselves for a fight, Dante and Vergil being the closest to the light. Vergil had pushed Nero aside when the light struck their eyes and Nero was still angry, frowning deeply further away from his father.

Instead of a demon, something else materialized before them. Or, frankly, someone else. In a familiar looking black, golden decorated dress and a long red silk shall stood Eva.

Dante's eyes widened, lips trembling. The weapon in his hand dropped slowly. Next to him, Vergil stared at the woman looking like Eva with a stony, shocked expression, his hand still remaining on Yamato.

"M—Mom?" Dante swallowed, barely able to speak.

Eva stood in front of them, blinking, confused. Then, she drew in a shocked gasp with her hands rising up to her mouth.

"Dante?!" Eva called his name in disbelief. Her head turned to Vergil, eyes widening more. "Vergil?!"

"What's the meaning of this?" Vergil growled, his shoulders tensing. "Who are you?! What demon trickery is this?!"

"Oh my god, it is you, Vergil! You sound like your father!" Eva replied, Vergil's threatening aura never bothering her. Eva's eyes started to water immediately after that, pools of tears gathering into her eyes and falling down as big droplets on her cheeks and dress. "Look at you. You grew up. And you have Yamato. It was your birthday gift from your father when you were born. I said not to play with it when you complained that I kept it away from your reach."

Vergil froze. No one knew that. Absolutely no one knew that except he, Dante and Eva. His mother had reminded Vergil multiple times in childhood that Yamato was a real weapon, and he could use it when he grew up. No matter how much he whined and complained and even begged from Sparda to give Yamato for him when Eva wasn't there, they never did. He needed to be older to wield it. Instead, they gave him a wooden replica of Yamato.

"No one knows that, except my mother," Vergil stuttered, straightening his back and letting Yamato fall into a rest.

Dante was the one to make the first move. He rushed to Eva and pulled her into a tight hug with loud sobs.

"Mom," he cried, heartfelt.

"Dante. Oh my god, it is you," Eva kept crying, brushing Dante's hair as he held her, unable to stop crying.

"And Vergil, my boy. Look at you, too," Eva's head turned to Vergil, her hand reaching out for Vergil to invite him into an embrace. Vergil hesitated for a moment, visibly still shaken, until he gave in and allowed Eva to hug him. He couldn't hold down tears either.