Devil May Cry: Revolution

Chapter 15.5

" Mikey? " Memphis was beside himself. The last thing he'd wanted to do was get his brother involved in all this especially with their father involved.

" Hello brother. " The man replied rather happily. He seemed very pleased to see his brother who really didn't seem to share the feeling.

" Mikey, what the hell are you doing here I TOLD you not to follow me! " Memphis spat angrily. The ginger haired demon just smiled and shrugged, his shoulder length ginger hair in complete contrast to his brothers short midnight black hair. He had eyes similar to Jesileth's though they harboured no evil at all. An odd commodity for a demon especially one related to the likes of Memphis. On his face was a clean shaven beard around his mouth and covering most of his lower jaw. He adorned a beige trench coat beneath which laid a maroon t-shirt and he wore similar jeans to his brother.

" It's nice to see you to Memphis. " He joked which only irritated the king. He growled and stormed towards his brother with a vicious snarl on his face and grabbed the ginger by the collar of his shirt. " Well, this is a time when I'm glad we're the same height. "

" Crasious, WHY did you come here? "

" I think you can figure that out brother, you've always been a very smart man. Unless of course Father knocked out a few more of your brain cells... " Crasious grinned a bit when Memphis growled and dropped him. " I won't insult you if you start acting a little nicer you know. "

" I can't even begin to fathom where you get off talking to me like that, I'm your older brother. "

" We're twins Memphis, remember? "

" An hour apart though. "

" So what, it's only an hour. "

" Still makes me an hour older then you... " Memphis crossed his arms and stared his brother down to assert this hour he had over him. Dante just shook his head in disbelief.

" Hi, you know. If you're done with the family feud Tennessee I think we'd all like to know a few things here... " He finally jumped in when the twin demons were silent. Crasious was the first to speak up to the hunters.

" Oh, I'm sorry I guess I forgot my manners. " Crasious extended a hand to Dante and smiled. " I'm Crasious, Memphis's younger twin and the second king of the Western Demon Worlds... " Cautiously Dante shook the ginger haired man's hand and tilted his head quite confused. He was at a loss for what to say, the man before them seemed far too different from the irate king standing behind him to be related to him.

" You two are actually REALATED to each other? " Nero took the words right out of Dante's mouth. " I find that hard to believe... "

" What makes you say that... I'm sorry I don't believe I got YOUR names... " Crasious paused waiting for the hunters to reply. They all exchanged odd glances with one another still quite confused with the situation. It wasn't until Kyrie said something that they started to calm down a little.

" Sorry about them. " Kyrie began by lightly elbowing Nero in the side. " I'm Kyrie and this is Nero, Dante and his older twin Vergil. "

" Ahh " Crasious bowed slightly. " So you two are Sparda's boys then I take it? "

" What the hell do you think? " Memphis snapped. " Look we don't have time for the mushy little reunions here we have more important things to deal with, got it?! "

" Like your spat with Father? " Crasious laughed when Memphis nearly tripped forward and growled.

" You're lucky I'd never seriously hurt you Crasious... "

" Oh so now it's Seriously Hurt. Last time you said that to me you said you'd NEVER hurt me brother, what changed? "

" Just drop it! " Memphis let out a deep throated growl when Summit started to crack up in a fit of laughter with his younger twin. Eventually the hunters couldn't help but laugh a little themselves at the kings situation, though their laughter was more out of disbelief than anything else. " Oh yes just LAUGH it up... " Memphis started muttering things in his native demon tongue under his breath about them all.

" That wasn't very nice Brother. " Memphis would have retorted if it weren't for the fact that Jesileth had pulled himself over the edge right at that moment, his bare torso slick with salty sweat and dark black blood. A deep sinister growling could be heard from beneath his iron mask as he strode towards them once again, all his injuries slowly stitching themselves together.

" Oh Crasious, how nice of you to join your brother in his final hours... You can join your dear mother when I'm done with him... " Jesileth brought a hand up to his face and snapped his jaw back in place. Memphis quickly pulled his brother behind him and stood before his father with a wicked snarl on his face.

" Your quarrel is with me DAD. You so much as breathe near my brother again and I'll-... " The king was cut off before he could finish his threat.

" And you'll what... Memphis you can't possibly think that you could defend your brother from me if I should so choose to attack him now rather than later can you? I mean really... " Jesileth angled his body while he strode a little closer to his sons and the half devils. " You couldn't save Engracia when I killed her. So why should it be any different with your brother? "

" Because unlike with my mother I won't be fooled into trying to kill my brother! "

" Memphis... " Crasious pulled back on his brothers arm trying to convince him to stop for fear of losing what was left of his family.

" Mikey, don't.. Stay put and let me han-... " Memphis was cut off again before he could finish.

" Yes dear Michael DO PLEASE stand aside so that I might have the pleasure of killing you with my own hands after I'm done with Timothy... " Jesileth cooed in an eerie voice. The twin kings growled and backed up as Jesileth approached them with an ice cold glare etched in his eyes.

" You have no right to use those names Jesileth... Not after what you did to your sister... " Fin interrupted as he slowly approached Jesileth from behind. The ginger haired demon turned to face the bat demon and growled deeply.

" I have no right? Well, if not for my sister these boys would not have such, WONDERFUL names now would they? " He mocked as if his sons mere existence was a game to him. Fin only scowled at the iron masked demon, his crimson eye glowing a brilliant blood red beneath his jet black hair.

" You act as if your sons are her fault... "

" Well had she been a little stronger I don't think it would have been that easy. Then we wouldn't have these two little abominations lingering about. "

" How can you say that, they're standing right there! " Nero barked suddenly. Jesileth turned his head to face the young half demon hunter and chuckled darkly beneath his mask.

" That's exactly WHY I said it. Now I don't have to repeat myself later... " He spat. Nero growled in disgust at Jesileth's words.

" They're your sons! "

" They're INBREEDS my boy, INBREEDS responsible for my downfall! " Jesileth's words stung the group hard but none more so then the twin kings to whom the remark was directed. " Had it not been for their birth I would still be held in very high regard, a regard so high even the higher king himself would wither and bow before me! " The iron masked demon continued. " And perhaps, even now, my sister. Dear, DEAR Engracia. Might still be living... Had it not been for my sons, OUR sons, being brought into this world by her and that good for nothing shaman... "

As those words left Jesileth's mouth the hunters all looked to each other for what to do next. There was a long moment of silence before anyone said anything more about the situation.

" I guess the cats outta the bag... "