Son Of Dante [Sequal to Dante's Demise] [HIATUS]

Son Of Dante [9]

Damien opened his eyes to see the slow turning fan in the warehouse. As he slowly remembered what happened, he turned his head to the right to see his Mother and Father standing by Dante’s desk, arguing about something he couldn’t hear.

“You’re awake.” A quiet voice said, Damien looked up to see his head was in someone’s lap. Sylvia’s lap.

“How long was I out for?” Damien asked.

“Half an hour, maybe. You’re Mom sent you into the wall, so that can be expected.”

“How come I’m not dead yet?”

“Your Dad made you drink some of his blood, that helped you regenerate a little faster. So, you don’t have Sparda’s healing abilities. That must suck.”

“What are they arguing over?”

“You.”

“Should have guessed. Are planning on how to kill me?”

“It’s hard to say. Some bits of the conversation are about you, the other parts are about things only mates should discuss. Ew.”

Damien laughed weakly. “You get used to that about them.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t get any answers out of her. I was about to ask when we got back to see both you and Dante.”

“No, it’s fine. I was getting paranoid.”

“You got hit pretty hard, is Dante always like that?”

“He never hits me or Vander without a reason. The last time he hit me, it was because I told him I thought I was ready to go out on solo missions. Now that I think about it, if he hadn’t hit me and knocked me out for a few days, I would have snuck out and gotten killed.”

“So, he’s a good Father?” Sylvia asked. “What’s that like?”

Damien looked up at her, her eyes were sad but her face was neutral. “I wouldn’t say he was a good father, he just knew what was best for us.”

“I see.”

“Damien, you’re awake,” Damien heard Iris say, she walked over to the couch opposite to the one he was laying on and sat down. Dante stood behind her. “How’re you feeling?”

“Sublime.” Damien replied, he tried to sit up slowly but his head began to hammer, so he rested his head back in Sylvia’s lap.

“Damien, what you and your ‘friend’,” Iris motioned quotation marks in the air. “Are planning to do is very dangerous.”

“I know.” Damien replied.

“Then why are you doing it?”

“Clarity, apparently.” Dante muttered.

Iris gave Damien a very stern look, like she was having an inner battle. What it was over, Damien couldn’t tell.

“I didn’t-”

“Raise me to be like this. I know. The old man already said it.”

“Because we both tried to bring you two up differently.”

“From what?”

“It’s common in twins,” Sylvia replied. “There is the twin that is the dire opposite of the other, Vergil was cold and logical. Dante was carefree and wild.”

“Exactly, thank you Sylvia,” Iris thanked. “Damien, I know that you wouldn’t be doing this if you knew it was suicide - now that I raised you to be. If you can promise me that you won’t do anything idiotic, then I will give you the information.”