In the unknown depths of the underworld, two familiar faces walked together in search of a rift, a way back to the human world. Dante, and Vergil had taken their time in wandering the strange world that their father had once called home.

"Gotta say Vergil, you seem to have a better idea of where we're going. The minute we get back however, I'm calling dibs on the shower." Dante said as he followed his twin brother through the landscape.

"We aren't far from the rift. Which only means that demons will be attracted to it too, so getting rid of them should simplify our exit." Vergil spoke with a hint of relief before stopping suddenly in his tracks.

First came shock, then came anger, an all too familiar foe waited below the blackend chasm, unaware of the twin son's presence. The older brother felt his anxiety shoot up as he remembered how the last fight with him did not bode well.

"Mundus. . ." Vergil whispered, his grip tightening on Yamato. The Demon King had put him through years of unspeakable torture, eventually coruppting him, and turning him into the black knight, Nelo Angelo.

Dante noticed how his brother took a step back, sensing the ancient demon too, leaving a bad taste in his mouth, like a pizza topped with a thousand olives.

"Seeing Vergil step back like that. . . That's not like him at all." The red clad brother thought, both saddened, and angered by Vergil's hesitation.

They both had lost their mother to Mundus's minions, and the two were seperated at a young age, one believing the other was dead. However, certain events would transpire, from their conflict in Temen-Ni-Gru, to their recent fight on top of the Qliphoth tree. The twin brothers no longer held any animosity between them, and all it took was Vergil's son; Nero, to knock some sense into the two.

Looking down the chasm, Dante caught a glimpse of the grotesque, deformed Mundus. He felt the urge to just jump, and slaughter every demon that surrounded Mundus like a parasitic swarm, but he resisted because he was more concerned about his brother's well being. Noticing how quiet Vergil was, Dante moved beside him, placing his hand on the older twin's shoulder, managing to grab his attention.

"Verge. . . You alright?" Dante asked, taking a more serious face instead of his usual cocky attitude.

"I tried to fight him once, and I failed to even lay a damn scratch. . ." Vergil looked down, only for Dante to respond in his usual chirpy manner.

"This time is different Vergil. The way I see it? We can add killing a wannabe god to our resumè. If I can beat him, so can you brother."

"Dante-" Vergil was interuppted with a playful smack across the head, followed by his brother's "words of wisdom".

"We're stronger than ever, and now that you're back together, it's time for us to go home. But first, we gotta tear Mundus a new asshole."

"What home?" Vergil snapped, keeping his tone of voice in check.

"Ours. I'm not leaving you behind brother, and I'd rather not get bitch slapped by Nero again for leaving you here." The memory of Nero slapping Dante made Vergil smirk.

"I did tell him that I'd be back for my book. I owe him a rematch on top of that." Vergil slicked his hair back, his confidence more or less restored.

"That's the brother I know. So what do you say we do this for our parents?" Dante summoned his namesake sword, resting it on his shoulder, his eyes turned red for a brief moment, a dark grin formed on his face.

"For Mother, and Father. . . Your logic is sound Dante, but the greater question remains. Can we demonstrate the true power of the sons of Sparda?" Vergil bounced back with another question, his eyes briefly glowing.

"You bet your ass we can!" Dante said aloud before leaping into the blackened abyss, shifting into his true devil form.

Vergil took a deep breath, readying himself for the battle ahead.

"No more running. This time Mundus, this fight will be your last." And with that thought, he jumped into the black abyss, his resolve clear as glass.

Mundus's body was nothing more than a shadow of his former self. His appearence had only worsened with the passing of time, heavily resembling a deformed angel, with a spider-like body, a mixture of stone, blackend blood, and the three eyes in the center of it. Beneath the demon king's "feet" was a large group of lesser demons, worshipping, and chanting his name in tribute.

"The rift will open soon, and with my loyal servants, I will return to the human world with more power, and with that, I will eradicate all of humanity! Especially that filthy creation of mine; Trish. Then the son of Sparda will face my wrathful vengeance, and he will fall, just like his family. . ." Mundus spoke aloud to his minions, their chanting growing louder, and louder as they begun to move slowly towards the rift.

Their movements stopped as they heard an incoming roar from above. The demons could only see not one, but two glowing dots, seemingly moving closer at an alarming speed. Their first instinct was to attack, some threw fire, some threw bolts, but the dots did not stop, seemingly unharmed by the endless barrage.

The dots began to take shape as they descended, both radiating a raw, unleashed, and powerful aura. The demons soon began to run towards the Rift, desperately trying to avoid the incoming duo that was about to make an impact. But, it was all for nought as the two demons drew their weapons, aiming for the center of the landscape. The demon king's minions were too late as the duo rammed their weapons into the ground, creating their own supernova. Mundus shielded himself from the blast, using whatever strength he had to stop himself from being consumed by whatever power that was unleashed.

After a few minutes, the light dissapaited, a crater in the middle of the landscape had formed, and only two figures remained standing. Mundus's army was reduced to only a handful, consisting of Phantoms, Blitz, Assaults, and Frosts.

"No. . . That's not possible. . ." Mundus said as his eyes focused on the duo that emerged in the center, their demonic forms fading as they stood up.

Dante, and Vergil stood before Mundus, like proud knights. The red clad demon hunter smirked as he begun to look at the damage he, and his brother caused.

"Now that's how you make an entrance." Dante said. "Wouldn't you agree brother?" He turned to his twin in question.

"I think we have gotten their attention, so yes." Vergil replied as he kept his eyes on the remaining demons around him.

"Sons of Sparda!!!" Mundus roared out in anger, his eyes locking on the two brothers.

"Well well well, if it ain't wannabe king of the underworld!" Dante exclaimed whilst pointing to the demon king with his devil sword.

"Not much of a god if he has to have minions at his feet." Vergil responded as he held onto Yamato, readying himself for the fight ahead.

"You. . ." Mundus aimed his sights on the blue devil. "You have failed me as my servant, what makes you think you can defeat me this time, when you had failed to do so before!?"

"Back then, I did not have the power to even scratch you. . ." Vergil tightened his grip on his weapon, slowly channeling his demonic power through his body as he spoke.

"To this very day, I hate myself for not being strong enough. But this time Mundus, I'm not doing this to prove anything. . . I'm just here to kill you once, and for all!" And with that final sentence, Vergil stopped in his tracks, unsheathing Yamato.

Dante moved alongside his brother, readying himself with an almost sinister smile, a glimpse of his inner devil showing through his eyes.

"Hey bro, I'd say we'll get this done in less than ten minutes." He said as demons begun their approach.

"Less than five if we combine our strength." Vergil chirped back, a sense of hope sparked within him.

"Prepare to die!!" Mundus called out, his remaining minons charging for the duo at his command.

"This may be fun." Vergil quietly said before entering his devil form, letting out a demonic war cry as he, and Dante charged towards their adversaries.

Dante fondly remembered the times where he, and his twin fought alongside each other before. When they placed their differences aside to stop Arkham, whose soul desire was to wield the power of Sparda for himself, after convincing Vergil to raise the demonic tower known as Temen-Ni-Gru. With a combined effort, the twins defeated him, only to set their sights on each other afterwards. Although Vergil chose to stay behind in the demon world, Dante wanted to stop him from damning himself to whatever hell awaited him.

It was a rare occurance, that Dante had shed a tear for his brother, wishing he could've saved him in time. Now here he is, reunited with his twin, facing the demon king once again.

Mundus did not want to believe his very eyes. Sparda's children were decimating his minions as if they were nothing, their enemies falling one after the other, and for the first time, the demon king had begun to fear them.

Taking no chances, Mundus tried to escape from the battlefield, only for Vergil to teleport in front of him. With a swift slash from Yamato, he severed the spider-like legs, forcing the demon to stop in his tracks, followed by a roar of fraustration.

"NO!" Mundus cried out. "How is this possible!?" He directed his question to the blue devil before him.

"The answer lies within the severed roots." Vergil cryptically said before continuing his assault on the demon king.

Dante had finished off the last of the minions, switching off his devil form.

"Now that's what I call a rush!" He shouted, breathing heavily before turning his focus on the last enemy.

"Hey Vergil! You gonna hog Mundie all to yourself?" The red devil called out, walking towards the crippled demon king.

"That would be impolite Dante, it's only fair we finish this one off together." Vergil smirked as he spoke, waiting for his brother to join him.

"You will tremble before me! I am Mundus!!" The demon yelled out, summoning whatever power remaining he had to form a weapon. The sword itself resembled Sparda's, but with a more crooked, and sickening appearance.

"No Mundus, you're an asshole!" Dante responded by giving Mundus a "friendly" gesture, with Vergil shaking his head.

"For once I agree with you Dante, now let us finish him off!" The older twin darkly said before leaping towards the demon king.

Mundus used his remaining strength to swing his blade, the clash of demonic steel, and energy had forced the demon to block both of the twins's weapons, sparks flying across all directions.

"Keep pushing Dante!" Vergil called out as he channeld his power, gritting his teeth in anger.

"Almost there bro!" Dante shouted back as he too channeld power, his concentration fully fixed on his opponent, who struggled to hold on.

Within a sudden burst of rage, the twins entered their true devil forms, both beginning to overpower Mundus, who cursed the duo with such venomous words, but it did little to stop them from breaking through. The blade of the demon king had shattered, crumbling into dust as the twins drove their blades into Mundus's "heart", causing his body to turn itself inside out.

Once the twins switched back, they moved away from Mundus, noticing how the body was tearing itself apart. Dante felt the need to deliver one last shot, but of course, he needed Vergil for the final blow.

"One more for old times sake brother?" Dante took out Ivory with one hand, while handing Ebony to his twin.

"Fine. But afterwards you better stop saying it for at least a month, understand?" Vergil sighed as he took the gun, quietly lamenting how he wasn't a fan of guns.

The twins shifted back to back, their guns aiming for the exposed demon king's heart, both smiling as they pulled the trigger.

"Jackpot!"

Author's Notes

So here is the first chapter of my new story. As stated before, it is more or less a reboot of Of Fathers and Brothers, but set after DMC5, and my take on Vergil adjusting to life, with some serious moments, but also light hearted moments as well.

Thank you for reading, and I'll see you in the next chapter!