Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

A Royal Pain In The Ass (Part Four)

A/N: A short end to a long mini-story :)

[A Royal Pain In The Ass (Part Four)]

It did not end with the party; no. It was only the beginning

If Isadora didn't understand how two men could make her father so happy in ages, she now couldn't understand how the same two men could change her life so much so that she no longer could recognise it.

Isadora stood at the entrance of the castle, stunned and still unable to get a good grasp of what was going on as she watched her father give the two men large hugs, grinning widely. The last time her father had smiled like that was before her mother had passed away, and they had been sharing a holiday together as a family; with Alex mostly too young to comprehend whatever that was happening around them.

"I am so glad that Eva gave birth to sons as capable as the two of you. Now that I have seen the two of you, I can die easy knowing that I did the right thing to send my sister off with Sparda." Her father spoke to the men in front of her, clapping them on their shoulders enthusiastically, looking like their proud father instead of uncle. Still; considering how much they had changed things around in not only the castle, but the country itself, her father was not wrong to look so proud.

"Dying is a little too early for you, old man." Dante gave his famous one-sided grin whereby only one side of his lip pulled upwards mischievously, looking as if he were conniving something terribly bad. "You'd better not be shaking too hard when we come back. I still want to be the one who unlocks sweet Dora's chastity belt."

Dora could not help her affronted expression, giving the man a quick slap on his other shoulder quickly. She had learnt within one week of Dante's staying in the castle with them that being polite with Dante would get her nowhere with his inappropriate comments. So after taking good advice from his twin brother, she had learnt to become a bit more physical in his punishments, taking a harsh tone of voice that she very rarely took with anyone. Funnily enough, it all worked, as Dante now gave a small wince and a small apology that didn't sound very sincere at all.

"I know we are 28 years late, but let me thank you from the deepest of my heart, Ethan. Had it not been for you who gave Mother the strength to run away with Father, we will never be here standing in front of you." Vergil pointedly ignored his brother's inappropriateness, picking up the conversation as if Dante hadn't replied at all.

"Don't you think the two of you have thanked me enough through your actions for the past two months? My Isa is the next Queen now, and Alex is maturing in ways that we have never seen before. You have helped clean my Court up better than I imagined it could ever be. It should be me thanking you, Vergil, for being so willing to help an old man out." Dora's father laughed, the words still having trouble sinking.

Just yesterday, Dora had gone through the official process that usually only princes took part of to be named as heir to the throne. Dora was now in line to become the next ruler, the sovereign Queen. Never had she dreamed that something like this would be happening...

"Take it as repayment for Dante cleaning out your food storage as well." The sharp accusation in the elder twin's voice gave cause for Dante to wince. Truly, Dora knew that there was nobody else in the world who could control the less socially-appropriate brother quite like Vergil.

"Nonsense. I don't know how he did it, but Dante has helped us a lot by getting through the Alex."

"Does that mean I get to stay here?" The complimented man spoke up with a tone of hopefulness, giving his brother the puppy eyes as both Dora and her father laughed. Dante was hopeless.