Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

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A/N: In the previous part, I mentioned that it would be a short while before any stories about post-DMC5 Vergil would be written. I take that back, because I realised that uploading this chapter while DMC5 is still relatively fresh in everybody's mind works better.

Dedicated to @rey_asha who was quick to ask for a reunion between the Sparda Trio (though not really fighting side by side yet).

Presenting: My take on an alternative ending

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Personality: Post-DMC5 Vergil

Pants went up heavy in the air as the last of the demons crumbled away into nothingness. On one side of the circular battlefield, Dante panted heavily from the workout, hunched with his hands propped on his knees. On the other side, his brother did not do any better at all. Vergil had one knee on the floor, propping his upper body up with his sword stabbed on the ground, catching his breath. Both half-demons looked over at each other, making sure that each other was not strong enough to launch into another attack.

As if some agreement was silently made in the accidentally-made eye contact, a short pause in their fight was unanimously declared as both men turned to fall on their butts on the floor, taking a very deserving break. They kept close eyes on each other, though. Neither man wanted to lose to each other in any way. If one brother managed to score one extra move against the other, then this score count had to be evened out one way or another. It was no longer just childish desire of winning each other; it was a soul-sung desire to at least remain equals, if not better than the other.

"Tired already?" Dante taunted despite the fact that he was visibly exhausted as well.

"I can still fight." Vergil answered despite the picture he was painting with Yamato impaled on the floor beside him, him panting heavily.

"Yeah, well, so can I."

Both men acted at the same time: Dante bringing Ivory around in a quick-draw and Vergil sending a summoning sword piercing through the air in the very same moment. Bullet and magic sword crossed each other in the middle of the battlefield, and hit both opposing men at the same time, pushing them down to the floor.

Neither Dante nor Vergil had bothered to dodge the other's projectile, and neither men tried to jump up from receiving the shots, simply taking the excuse of being shot to lie down on the floor to rest.

It was silent for a long time as they laid on their backs.

"Vergil?" Dante started, still staring up at the softly-glowing ceiling above them. The Underworld's ceiling enclosed the two of them, but all it took was just a slice from Yamato to open a tear and return back to where Dante had spent his years growing up.

"What?"

"How long have we been here?"

"I don't know. We have time until eternity; I wasn't keeping track."

"It feels like it's been a year. I'm getting tired of this. Isn't there another way we can solve this?"

"This is the best way to decide the winner once and for all." Vergil answered with conviction in his tone. Dante didn't doubt it as the truth, but if he was being completely honest with himself, he was quickly becoming uninterested and honestly losing the motivation he had about facing down against Vergil once and for all. When they had first come down to close the portal to the Human World, Dante had been completely fine staying here with his twin brother since somebody had to keep an eye on the man. That much he had promised Nero.

But it was probably almost a year since then, and Dante was getting seriously sick of the demons interrupting their duel ever so often. He now detested the sight of the glowing roots of the cut-down Qliphoth that had made his surroundings for the past almost-one-year. The leftover human blood in the Qliphoth roots might have helped keep him and Vergil alive and strong enough to keep going for each other's throat without food or rest, but Dante was real tired of his environment.