Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Daughter of House Sparda - Part Five

[Daughter of House Sparda –Part Five]

The door burst open without warning, and in rushed the First Captain of the Royal Guards whose role had become more of a professional kingdom spy than an actual Captain over the months. The two men who sat across each other with the desk full of papers and books stacked on top of a map looked up in surprise at the intruder who looked wild around the eyes, a face full of a mixture between urgency and excitement.

"Claude! Verge! Come with me, quick!" Dante declared, already turning around and beckoning his brother and friend to follow him out of the King's Office.

"You're back already?" Vergil sprang to his feet, confused at what news his brother could possibly bring.

It had been ten months since their little sister had been sent off to Kiyo as a hostage, and three months since the last update that Dante had gotten. Three months ago, Dante had come back with the calming news that Acela was doing well, and that her hair had grown back out to mid-length, and that she was safe. There had been nothing much remarkable, and the kingdom of Kiyo had not seemed to be planning anything against Claude or Acela. That had been calming news three months ago, but it had not done anything to erase Vergil's itch and desire to invade Kiyo immediately to take his sister back from the Third Prince Cales.

In fact, Vergil had wanted to ride on the fastest horse Claude had to offer and murder Acela's husband the moment he found out that the Third Prince of Kiyo was the exact same man previously named Cales Nelson. It had taken ages of persuasion and even imprisonment for a short two weeks for Vergil to finally calm down and bid for his time of revenge. Besides, Dante had reported that Acela did not seemed harmed in any way.

"I didn't even make it into Kiyo proper." Dante revealed, looking back with relief to find that his brother and friend had both not questioned him and instead heeded his order to follow him immediately. It was one thing for Vergil to just drop everything to follow Dante, but even Claude –the king –had not questioned his reasons and simply just jumped up to chase after him, waving away questions from concerned guards and all in the corridors. "Something has happened there, and we need to go and witness it first-hand."

"Something happened? Is Acela in danger?" Vergil's worry was understandable.

"I'd keep the surprise but I think you might murder me before we reach Kiyo, so no, Acela is safe. You don't have to worry about her life being in danger, though if what I have heard is anything to be trusted, somebody's life is already gone and someone else's life is in grave, dire danger." Dante's answer was paired with a happy grin that didn't give much away, but at least there was reassurance that their little sister was safe.

"Are we going to like what has happened?" Claude asked, half suspicious, half-worried. Vergil could not blame the man; Claude was responsible for the entire kingdom unlike the Sparda siblings. Anything that happened in Kiyo surrounding Acela could be a bomb to their inter-country relations.

"I'm not sure about you, but I sure love what has happened." Dante's grin seemed to suggest as if there was something worth celebrating over, but neither Vergil nor Claude wanted to trust the First Captain just as yet. Dante tended to have a lower threshold for things worth celebrating about: the man practically used celebrations as excuses to get drunk and make purposeful 'accidents' with women. "But I hope your ass is ready, Claude. We're going to do some hard and fast riding to get into Kiyo as soon as possible."

The king could hardly complain: he had secretly been wishing for a reason to rush out of the palace like this ever since he ascended the throne. Sneaking out was practically impossible now that he had much more guards holding him to his office, and Claude definitely missed the freedom he once had as a mere Crown Prince. Still, there was only a pair of twins in the entire kingdom who could give him reason to charge out of the palace without first getting the royal procession ready, and he was currently dashing towards the stables alongside them.