Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

A Demonic Butler For A Demon

A/N: I apologise if this story seems a little flat. Unfortunately, a writer's block struck when I was halfway through. I lost my previous idea of what I wanted from this story and I couldn't find any proper way to end it. I'll do better for the upcoming chapters.

[A Demonic Butler for a Demon]

Let us consider an alternate reality that Temen-Ni-Gru never happened.

Consider now that at nineteen years of age, Dante allowed his unnamed joint to fall apart into shambles on its own and he returned to being a lazy free-lance devil hunter for the rest of his long life. Now, consider that Vergil gave up his search for his father's power after finding it virtually impossible; and that he decided to make the most of what he already had instead.

At twenty-five years old, Vergil Sparda became a multi-millionaire businessman from running a large-scale international demon-hunting middle-man business. The old industry of demon hunting operated by scarce, rare and shady agents on the street had irritated the then-twenty-year-old Vergil Sparda. Thus, utilizing his abilities, wits and reputation as the best demon-hunter in the industry (since Dante scarcely did any jobs at all), Vergil began his business as a one-stop-shop for the poor victimized people looking for help with their demon-problems. When the problem of matching the appropriate job to the appropriate hunter came, Vergil designed a demon-ranking system to ensure that his contracted hunters would not be needlessly sent to their deaths meeting high-levelled demons beyond their own depths.

It did not stop there. Because the human demon-hunters all specialised in various skills that aided in their dealing of demons effectively in their own way, there had been no way to categorise them the same way demons had been sectioned. Still, there had been a need to ensure minimal loss of human resources when it came to matching hunter to demon, and thus Vergil decided that a business was not enough.

The Sparda Institution became the first-ever demon hunting training school that guaranteed some learning points and a certificate that recognised a demon-hunter's extent of hunting abilities. Because of the popularity of Vergil's business, the Sparda Institution eventually gained an equal amount of popularity, with enrolment papers bursting through mails every year.

Set in this context, let us now look at a day in Vergil Sparda's everyday life.

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6 am.

Footsteps made clearly through the mansion as a well-dressed man stepped up a flight of ornate-marble-tiled staircase with his brightly shined Oxford Brogues. The cold maple hardwood of the minimalist hand-grip that lined the stairs was blessed with the warm, body-temperature touch of this man as he lightly held them; more for habit rather than an actual need for balance.

The same evened footsteps continued to echo distantly as the man walked through a short white corridor of soft carpeting, reaching a set of double-doors. Turning the lock with his key, the man opened the doors softly to a dark room that was barely lit with the early blue glow of the dawn. There wasn't much light needed, though, to see the peek of white hair appearing from the hem of a thick black drape.

"Master Vergil." The butler spoke politely while stepping into the room, letting the light from the corridor shine onto the bed. Moving quickly to the window, the curtains were drawn wide open in a routine movement that managed to inspire a stir from the sleeping man.

"Sebastian?" Vergil mumbled sleepily, pulling the covers up and over his head and white hair.

"Master Vergil, it's time to wake up." Sebastian now turned the bedside lamp on, where his master's golden-chained amulet sat. Vergil Sparda was never far from this memento, and even his butler had briefly wondered if someone had stolen this artefact before, and if so, what had happened to the poor foolish culprit. Vergil Sparda was, after all, not an easily-forgiving man particularly when it came to his very personal belongings. Only few people possessed the honour that came with the ability to touch Vergil's two most prized possessions: the amulet and his sword Yamato, without suffering the consequences of that foolish action –and his butler Sebastian was one of them.