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~~ Chapter 1
Dante woke up, blinded by the rays of sunlight passing trough the window straight into his eyes.
- Ghn..What the h ..- then he realized that there's someone lying behind him in the bed, arms tightly wrapped around Dante's waist. Memories of the last night slowly made their way into his mind. Vergil was back. And they did it. Dante didn't dare even tell the word in his mind- something his human nature knew was taboo. But his devil side said it- incest. The said side seemed to deeply enjoy what they did- sex between brothers, between people with the same blood. He could almost hear it purring with joy and content. Whispering in his mind all the naughty things he wanted Vergil to do with him. Dante felt blush spreading on his face, and then he realized that he have loved Vergil for long time. Maybe not exactly like a lover, but neither as brother- all these long years he just missed his twin, the other piece of his soul. And if making out
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It was a quiet night at "Devil May Cry"- the devil hunting agency owned by Dante, the son of the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda.
The said owner just came out of the bathroom, body steaming, only with a towel around his waist. He went to his room, but the second he stepped inside, his demon senses felt that something was wrong- he just couldn't put his finger on it He carefully went towards the bed, his fingers grazing the cold metal surface of Ivory- one of his beloved guns. In the same moment he felt two strong arms, cold like serpents, wrapping around his chest. He quickly turned around, pointing the barrel to the intruder's face. Then he almost dropped his faithful gun. There, timidly watching him stood his long lost twin brother- Vergil. Before Dante can process what was happening, his twin's face came closer- just inches apart before briefly touching Dante's lips, hungry devouring him.
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His steps were echoing on the marble floor in the dark empty halls, filled with darkness. Every corridor lead to bigger and bigger rooms, with high ceiling; statues of horrific creatures and battle scenes engraved in the walls. Each room was like a book- showing events from the world's history. The more Dante walked the deeper into history timeline he was. The one in which he was currently was showing events from about two hundred years ago. A story he knew well- for many it was nothing more than a bedtime story, the story of a strong demon that has forsaken his own race for the sake of humankind The Legendary Dark Knight Sparda.
Humans already have forgotten the great legacy that this one man have left them- the old armor rusting and turning into ashes, the faces of the brave warriors that fought shoulder by shoulder with them fading in the memory; only the names have left. Sparda have helped people understand it is up to them to make the future. But wi
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By the time they arrived at the Hell Gate, the sun was almost out. The portal was small opening on the side of an old building. A few low-class demons tried to attack them, but they were no match for the Sons of Sparda.
-Well Verge, it's time to go. Dante turned towards the pink sky, wishing he could see the sun one last time before they enter the underworld. Vergil came out of the low penthouse where they left their bikes. Dante stretched his hand towards him, and this time Vergil held it. This way they stepped inside the demon world.
The portal led to a big maze-like underground structure, which took the twins several hours to find a way out. Finally, after killing some demons inside the maze, the path took them to huge metal gate. The door's frame was decorated with metal skeletons, demon and human-like creatures captured in a deadlock; their faces were masks full of agony. Every now and then, a pain-filled shriek tore the silence and the heavy air surrounding th