After returning from the Underworld to Red Grave City with his twin brother, Dante, and successfully severing the Qliphoth roots that had tampered with the human world above, Vergil finds himself to be struggling to get accustomed to human life agai...
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"Devil May Cry," said Vergil. A tinge of annoyance was evident in his tone. His slender fingers loosely held the business phone to his ear as the man on the other end rambled on. After about a second too long, Vergil wasn't able to summon the patience to allow this man to splutter nonsense any longer and so with a sigh he disconnected the call. Humans could be so irritating.
"C'mon, Vergil!" Dante called out to him. Vergil looked up and raised his eyebrow at his younger twin brother who leaned over the pool table. The gentle click of spheres colliding before Dante potted the 8 ball.
Dante rose from his stretched out position on the pool table, a satisfied smirk on his face as he pulled his eyes away from the now empty table and turned to face his older brother.
"You know we're runnin' low on jobs lately, you can't just keep rejecting everyone who calls," Dante said, pointing his pool cue to his brother. Vergil was reclining in Dante's desk chair, his feet comfortably propped up on the desktop in front. He felt slightly insulted at the fact that Dante had the audacity to point his wooden pole at him, expecting no consequence. But as he curled his gloved fingers in search of Yamato, his hand came up empty. He looked around and saw his katana lying against the arm of the couch across the room.
He mentally scolded himself for getting so comfortable in the human world this quickly, or more specifically, within his brother's shop - Devil May Cry. Yamato would never be more than an arm's width away from him otherwise. He had become so used to life in the Underworld before and after the Qliphoth incident that living a mundane life here among humans was a lifestyle he had long forgotten. He had of course, lived a life as a boy growing up - as did he also venture through different cities such as Fortuna in his later years. But in recent decades there was always an end goal, something he was searching to attain. Although now, there was nothing like that for him to latch onto. He was simply... existing. It felt strange to venture in the human world with no direction or purpose. At least before he was seeking knowledge, seeking the stories of his father Sparda or what humans had gathered about demonic power which they demonstrated through ancient and sacred texts. But without the strong desire for any of that now, he felt like he didn't belong here.
A scoff left the older brother's mouth.
"They didn't have the passcode," was all he said. Vergil was not fond of being the one in charge of phone duty, but seeing as Nero and friends were away from Red Grave City and Vergil had surprisingly lost his last spar with Dante, he was given the unlucky role of telephone boy whilst Dante got to foolishly play against himself at the pool table.
Dante had told Vergil numerous times to only respond to clients who had the passcode because those who didn't have it were not "real business". Though, Vergil was sure no one was naïve enough to begin their demon hunting inquiry with 'strawberry sundae'.
"Yeah well, maybe you could use a warm up. Get your legs stretched. You're clearly in need of it - you know, considering the outcome of our last duel." The words had caused Dante's mouth to curl into a smirk.
