Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Mummy Is Stronger?

[Mummy Is Stronger?]

4-year-old Cile Sparda came running into the room with loud, joyful laughter tracing behind her. She spied her favorite persons sitting quietly on the couches and took no hesitation to make a beeline for the couches, choosing one side and taking a running jump in an instant.

"Daddy, I'm baaaaaack!" Cile screamed her announcement of return even though the occupants of the reading room had already heard the slaps of her footsteps when she had been running towards it.

"You're almost 5 soon." Vergil smiled, having dropped his book in an instant to receive his daughter in her launch towards him. "You shouldn't be jumping on other people; they would not be prepared to receive you and you might fall."

"I don't jump on anyone else, Daddy! I only jump on you and Mummy because you will always catch me no matter what!" Cile declared happily, unaware of the amount of trust in her loving parents that she had revealed with her simple sentence.

"Still, Daddy or Mummy could be busy with their hands when you jump on them and you may still fall either way." Cile's mother spoke up from her position at the desk, smiling serenely at the perfect picture of family in front of her. It was hard to remember the times when her husband was known to the public as a cold and emotionless man; especially since it had been such a long time from the last time she bore witness to that apparent 'coldness'.

"How was your play time with your cousin? Did you bully him?" Vergil asked his daughter carefully, giving Cile a quick visual look-over to find in satisfaction that his daughter had not lost a single strand of hair on her beautiful blonde head and that she still looked as perfect as the day she had been born. It was an understatement to say that Vergil was a changed man ever since the day his daughter was born; he felt as if his life -his real life had only started right at the very moment he laid eyes on Cile being cradled in her mother's arms.

"I didn't bully him, Daddy! He only fell down by himself and cried his eyes out when we were playing with our swords!" Cile answered brightly, and though similar news from their dear daughter was not uncommon, Cile's words motivated a shared look between her parents.

"I know you like playing swords with Illian, but you have to be careful with him, my dear. He will grow up to be the future King. While our family enjoys some tolerance because of your mother, we don't know how Illian will be like when he grows up." Vergil spoke gently, careful in breaking the advice since it could easily be taken as admonishment if he sounded more serious. He had lost count of the number of fully-fledged adults who had lost their wits in front him thinking that he was extremely displeased when all he had done was simply using a serious tone of voice.

"Don't listen to your father, Baby." Cile's mother cut in, enjoying the sight of twin pairs of icy blue eyes staring back at her - one pair in delight at sharing the joyous late afternoon together with her parents, and the other pair in indignance of her subversion of authority. "Illian needs to learn sometimes that crying doesn't get him what he wants. You are the only child of his age that can make him cry without suffering consequence, so continue to make use of that and teach him lessons that he will need to learn as the only prince of our kingdom. If Illian grows up expecting everyone to bend to his will just because of his birthright, then our Kingdom is doomed for failure, and that is not somewhere I want our dear Cile to be living in, am I right?"

"We should hardly be teaching Cile to be a bully." Vergil pointed out with a slight raise of brow. "What if she goes around bullying everyone she meets?"

"Then she will find someone like you to stop her from being the biggest bully in the crowd. Did you forget how much I bullied Elias when we were younger?" Came the amused reply.