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“What, you gonna go home now?” Dante mocked as Vergil turned his back on him and Nero. “Come on, we’re just messing around.” He glanced at Nero who was snickering. “But we do have a point, don’t we?”
“I do not have time for this,” was Vergil’s indifferent answer as he drew the Yamato from its sheath. “You two can finish this up.”
As Vergil slashed the space in front of him vertically then horizontally, Dante yelled, “Hey portal! Be a doll and bring him somewhere fun, he needs to pull the stick out of his ass. Maybe to a person who would love Vergil despite him being a stuck-up villainous dork, yeah, that could work.” He couldn't stop laughing, realizing what he just said.
Vergil stood silent in front of the open portal, as if weighing his choices. That was when Nero asked, “You’re really leaving?” That must have hit him differently; it was Nero after all, the son he unknowingly abandoned.
Vergil then turned to face them, now with that cocky smirk that would always make Dante mirror the expression. But to Dante’s surprise, Vergil disappeared, damn this teleporting bastard. The next thing he knew, he was being thrown into the portal. Or was it kicked? It felt like a kick to his lower back.
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Yep it was a kick, and his lower back still hurt.
Dante stood up from where he landed and immediately noticed the unfamiliar room. This wasn’t his office. And why was his back still painful? It should have healed in just a few seconds.
But he forgot about it when he saw himself on a TV screen. That him was fighting Vergil. On top of the Qliphoth? Again? He even looked down to check his coat – yep, it was the same with that one. Was that a satellite record thing? The one those conspiracy theories said that you are always being watched?
“Ahhh! To hell with Hell and Hell!” he heard a girl’s voice. Oh so there’s a person there, how could he not have noticed. “Stop Royal-Guarding me, Dante!” she even added. She knew him? And his Royal Guard? What is happening?
He walked closer to the couch she was seated on. Her back was on him and she seemed too focused on the screen that she didn’t notice him. Or had he perfected his stealthy steps from a lot of practice by pranking— or attempting to do so on Vergil?
His playfulness was still on high level from all the ganging up he and Nero had done on Vergil a while ago, so he thought of sprinkling some of it on whoever this person was. He carefully drew close to her left ear and said, “Royal Guard!” and that got her springing up from where she was seated.
What he didn’t expect was that she was holding something. It was not that big but it was quite heavy, especially if it hit you in the face.