Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Life And Death

A/N: My updates might be coming late in the upcoming months. I am not as free as I used to be, which means less time for editing and cleaning up stories before they are uploaded as well, so please forgive.

[Life And Death]

Personality: Post-DMC4SE/Pre-DMC5 Vergil

"Is this part of your doing? Because if so, I'm seriously impressed this time round." Dante surprised Vergil by appearing from behind in the white emptiness in which nothing could be found for miles all around. Spinning towards the sound of the voice, he was taken aback at his brother's appearance.

For the first time, Dante was out of his famous reds and wearing a black robe that settled well on his broad shoulders, but otherwise hid his body shape. Only Dante's messy hair seemed to fit Vergil's mental memory of his twin brother, as Dante advanced on him with a confused look and a glint in his sapphire green eyes.

"Much as I would like to claim it, this is not my doing." Vergil admitted, turning to face his brother fully. "It was my natural assumption that this had something to do with you since you are the only other being capable of executing such power."

"If I had such power, I wouldn't be sitting around the office waiting for the electricity and water to come along with jobs." Dante breezed his reply. "What's with your outfit? I never struck you for a white-clothes kind of guy. It's strange to see you in anything other than dark colours."

"I shoot the question right back at you, but I suspect that you are equally clueless about the reason behind your attire as I am." Vergil answered, watching his brother realise that he was in different clothes only upon Vergil's words. Vergil himself was dumbfounded at the origin and reason of his white robes that was honestly rather comfortable and light. If only it wasn't put on him without his knowledge, Vergil wouldn't have had any issues with his current attire, which was turning out to be a direct copy of his twin's –except that his was as white as Dante's was black.

Vergil and Dante Sparda.

The words did not boom in their surroundings, but it was delivered in such a manner that no matter how both of them spun around, they could not pinpoint the origin of the voice.

"Is that God?" Dante whispered conspiratorially to his brother. "I never thought one would exist."

"I do not feel any more enlightened than you." Vergil answered evenly.

The two of you henceforth will serve me well. This shall be the last moments that you will exist as Vergil and Dante Sparda, sons of demon Sparda and human Eva.

"If it's a demon with a god complex, I'll leave this up to you. I was in the middle of taking a small break from all the demon hunting." Dante informed his brother, but Vergil did not bother replying. A small seed of suspicion had been born within him ever since he found himself appearing in this emptiness, and the words –while cliché and overly dramatic –seemed to confirm his suspicion.

For Vergil Sparda, who has been chasing after power to defeat his brother and prove his worth, I will give you the power you seek. You will be given the strongest power of the universe. However, you will share this title with Dante, the same way you have shared the same blood parents.

The voice declared.

"I refuse." Vergil spoke up quickly, hoping that his opinion could somehow sway decisions.

Refusal denied. This is your punishment.

"I will refuse to work for you." He threatened despite the fact that inside, he already suspected that it was futile. Dante's first guess of the identity of their captor had not been far off at all. The clues had all been adding up one by one in Vergil's head, and though he was utterly surprised that something like this was happening to them, he abhorred the idea of it coming.