Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Intelligent Pet

A/N: I was thinking of Dante and Amateratsu from the game Ookami by Capcom here, but since this is a Vergil Oneshot, things have to change up a little bit. It is quite a coincidence as well that Amateratsu's characteristic is quite like Vergil as well.

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[Intelligent Pet]

"Vergil?" Dante paused for a short while when he had created a big enough berth all around him. The demons were still a good distance away from him, so Dante took the breathing space to look around in all directions, surprised that he couldn't hear anything else other than the remaining demon's approach.

Normally, he should be hearing sounds of his brother's grunts, or at least sounds of fight going on nearby. But Dante heard nothing. Vergil had told him shortly after the battle started that he was going to get to the root of this demon infestation first, and that Dante should try to regroup with him as soon as he was able to. It was the usual way the both of them worked as partners; Vergil going first to solve the problem and Dante taking his own sweet time to be done with all remaining demons as backup for his brother.

"Verge? Where are you?" Dante called curiously into the air shortly after dealing with the last of the demons, a chilled silence hanging all around him as he spun in all directions in hope of finding his brother. Could Vergil have gone too far out?

"Vergil!" Dante continued to call as he picked his way in the direction in which he had last remembered seeing his brother heading towards at the start of the battle. Dante couldn't exactly say that he was an overly-attached sibling, but they were partners after all. Besides, Vergil would have his head if the elder son of Sparda came back to find that Dante had abandoned him and gone back to the joint alone. "Answer me, Verge."

Silence still continued to chase Dante's footsteps as he stepped towards the entrance of the church. The lights were turned off, and the church had been orientated with its back facing the sun. It made the interior of the church rather shadowed, and the only form of sounds that followed Dante into the building was the sound of soft metal clinks as his sword jostled lightly against his guns and other accessories. An air of unnatural coldness hung around him in the church as he stepped down the aisle slowly and carefully, knowing clearly that he had not yet seen the end of the demons in this area yet. The group that he had conquered outside was much too small to be considered as an infestation.

"Vergil? You here?" Dante tried again, letting his voice echo through the empty church. The high ceilings were painted with murals that spoke of better days that had been enjoyed within the four walls, but they were not of Dante's concern now as he approached the front carefully, where a book and a candleholder sat singly on the table.

The hairs on the back of his neck rose when he picked up the coverless book, and there was quick sound of shattering glass as the demons once more broke through reality in what was supposed to be a surprise attack. Of course, the surprise was completely lost because Dante was the quarry this time around, and no demon hunter worth his salt should be taken by surprise by something so common to the low-levelled demons.

Still, Dante was surprised at the mere number of demons that had suddenly been triggered to attack him, and he worked hard to earn his keep, shooting and swinging his sword. There seemed to be no end to it, and even Dante slowly got tired of the sheer numbers of low-levelled demons. It seemed as if instead of quality, the mastermind behind this infestation was aiming for sheer quantity of demons instead.

Deciding quickly that he shouldn't waste more precious time with anything useless, Dante devil-triggered and expanded his range of attacks. He was almost done with the lot when he ran out of demonic energy to maintain his triggered form, and paused for a moment, leaning against the table for a short breather due to the toll taken on him following his triggering.