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Devil May Cry: Twist: Chapter 15: Separated

Barely separated for more than a minute unless one of them were in the bathroom or around the corner of a room, Ares was barely used to a second without his twin by his side.

As the only heirs of the Sanguinem family, the twins had practically been bound together by birth. Granted, they each had their own room in their familial mansion, even had their own nurseries after their birth, but for some reason being apart from each other for even a second set either of them on edge faster than a human on cocaine. Or whatever drug they chose to pollute their systems with.

Their parents had never really understood the twins’ need to eep each other physically locked in their sights, especially since most demonic sets own twins couldn’t wait to tear each other’s throats out whenever the opportunity presented itself. The famous Sparda twins were prime examples of that bloodlust.

Neither of them understood it either. To them, being close to each other meant everything. The very difference between life and death, so to speak. A ridiculous notion, but one they relied on. One they had survived on.

Now, as he stood in the hallway of Devil May Cry, Ares stared out through the window at a sight that terrified him to his very core. Standing below in the street stood his sister, smiling, laughing as she stood beside the human they were told was affectionately named Nico.

They hadn’t ever had anything close to what they could label as friends, and yet there she was, laughing as if the human woman was a scarecrow demon being gutted bit by bit with a sewing needle.

With an unsettling feeling rising in his chest, Ares cleared his throat as he tried to hold the emotion back. How wasn’t she noticing his presence? His eyes locked on her and her alone? For a minute he continued staring. When she didn’t look to him, he turned and headed back to their shared room.

Devil May Cry, Sparda and Nicoletta Goldstein © Capcom Twist, Ares Sanguinem and Aspasia Sanguinem © Fang Wolfsbane

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Devil May Cry: Twist: Chapter 13: That’s A Wrap

As it turned out, the Fury hadn’t been the only one present during the day. As the old saying in the underworld went, ‘if you see one Fury, a dozen more of those sons of bitches are right around the corner’.

Whoever had quoted that, had definitely not been wrong. Dante had been kind enough to ensure that the twins were well aware of that.

While the Furies themselves were relatively weak enough that all it took was a direct swing from Ares’s sword, a generous handful of those were enough of a pain in the ass that Aspasia had to jump in after a while.

Even with his capability as a swordsman, even Ares could be overwhelmed with enough numbers pitted against him. Hell, even Dante himself had jumped in after rescuing a human boy that had stood on the side lines and watched, simply stood by and watched, while they battled the demons desperate for their next meal.

She had a good mind to try and find the boy afterwards to give him a good smack upside the head. If he had been in the underworld, he would have been expected to deal with the Furies on his own, and if he failed, well… there was a reason graveyards existed, especially in the demon realm.

The best part of all? The boy had known that he was in no shape or form capable of defending himself in case the demons decided to attack, and yet he had stood – just stood – there like he had gotten a front row seat to the Roman coliseum.

Oh how she wished it had been the coliseum. She still remembered her mother telling her and Ares about the times she attended and watched both humans and demons tear each other to shreds. It had sounded like nothing less than a dream come true at the time. In fact, Mundus had approved so much of the human pastime that he had it instated in their own realm, except theirs lacked the basic human element: humans.

Not that she cared all that much. Watching her own kind tear each other to shreds suited her just fine. She supposed that was why she wasn’t against the thought of joining Sparda’s kin in defending humanity.

She couldn’t give two shits about the species, but the thought of fighting powerful beings, that was enough to heat her blood. Whether Ares had caught onto that or not, she didn’t know, but that was his own prerogative. She wasn’t going to force him to join her. He was old and informed enough to choose for himself.

Though after he had gutted a Fury through its stomach, she was almost certain that he wasn’t going to make up his mind anytime soon. On their way back to the base building, he hadn’t said so much as a peep, only sparing glares at humans curious enough to cast weary glances at his bloody appearance.

She had barely been able to contain her laughter when she caught sight of him after snapping a Fury’s neck from behind with pure arm strength. She would have taken the opportunity if Ares hadn’t thrust his sword past her ear and into a sneaky Fury’s forehead. That alone had spared him her teasing. For now anyway.

None of them spoke a word to each other until the front door opened with the glasses-wearing human nearly tumbling right out.

“Ah! There you are!” The grin that was on her face upon catching sight of them quickly retreated into a grimace and a pinched nose. “Ugh! What happened to you guys? Did you decide to have a intestine feast or somethin’?”

“More like a Fury feast,” Dante informed her as he stepped past Ares with a snarky smirk, earning a glower in return for his comment. If they had been younger, she would have warned the demon hunter about possibly waking up with a bucket of demon intestines at his bedside in the morning. There was only one problem with that prank, they couldn’t afford upsetting their landlord.

“Ew. No wonder y’all smell like shit,” Nico continued, stepping to the side as she waved her hand in front of her face as if that would somehow quell the stench. Not that she blamed her. She was close to asking someone to break her nose just so that she didn’t have to smell the rotting blood.

“To hell with all of you,” Ares muttered as they all gave him a wide berth on his way to the bathroom upstairs to try and alleviate the nausea his face showed. Even the strongest stomach couldn’t handle a stench that foul. No wonder lesser demons avoided eating the Furies if they had a choice in their next lunch.

“Just don’t clog anythin’!” Nico shouted after him, only to receive a raised finger in return, that she shot right back with both hands. “Yeah, you too buddy!”

Shaking his head, Dante headed towards the wooden desk that occupied his ‘office space’ and shot his legs right on it. “Right, I’d say that was pretty good for the first day on the job. What do you say we get some pizza to celebrate?”

“Not it!” Nico said almost faster than Dante’s own words left his mouth. Aspasia followed suit directly after. Dante shot them both a frown just before Nero and Kyrie joined them.

“Hey, what are you guys talking about?” Nero was stupid enough to ask.

A smirk crossed his lips as Dante held his hand up as well. “Not it.”

Kyrie quickly followed suit just before Nero caught on to what he had just walked in on. His frown spoke before his mouth did. “Shit.”

Devil May Cry, Dante, Mundus, Sparda, Nicoletta Goldstein, Nero and Kyrie © Capcom Twist, Ares Sanguinem and Aspasia Sanguinem © Fang Wolfsbane

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Devil May Cry: Twist: Chapter 11: Explore

After Dante left the diner, the twins were granted some free time to ‘explore the human realm at their own leisure’ as the demon hunter had put it.

Personally she thought the idea itself almost ludicrous but had obliged her brother’s whim to find out more about their temporary home. Whether they were allowed to stay in it or not was a n undecided matter.

From what she could gather, Dante wasn’t the type to ask for permission from others, but after the last accident involving the twins and their return after Vergil had gone on another humanity antihalation spree only earlier the very same year.

Apparently the humans hadn’t been all too happy with demons roaming the streets, taking what they pleased. She didn’t quite understand why. In the underworld it was considered a common sport amongst the lower classes.

In retrospect, she assumed that the amount of deaths and all that had something to do with it, considering that Vergil had given the demons free-reign to do what they pleased. How Mundus hadn’t gotten involved at the time was beyond her. It was the perfect M.O. for him, as the humans put it.

The fact that Vergil had sought to purge his human from his demon self truly had to be an ordeal she would have revelled in being a fly at. Half-human, half-demon races were rare enough as it was but to actually witness one separating themselves from their two halves…well, wonders never cease.

She already made it a point of interest to herself that if she were to ever meet the elusive Vergil, that she would interrogate him about his knowledge of separating himself into two entities. The weaker and the stronger.

“What do you think they plan on making us do once we really join them?”

Ares’s question caught her by such surprise that Aspasia nearly tripped over her own feet. Frowning to herself, she looked behind herself to find her brother hunkered in front of a clothing store, his arms resting on his knees.

To anyone else, especially a human, he looked like nothing more than an above average teenage male that had paused for some window shopping, but she knew what he really was. Under that relaxed demeanour lay a truly fearsome beast, one that with one single word from his sister, would tear anything and anyone apart that stood in their way.

As demonic twins, the two of them shared a level of equal power. At least that’s how demon genetics worked for the demonic beings. It was rare for one twin to possess more power than the other, but not all that uncommon. Even siblings were a regular case study for the differences in demonic powers.

When demons mated, or procreated as the humans put it, the stronger parent’s DNA would usually determine the abilities the children were believed to be born with, thus even if the one parent were far weaker than the other, their children would possess a chance to rival the stronger parent for a better sense of authority. Thus why demons constantly feared the possibility of their offspring claiming their powers for themselves.

Normally she would have shrugged her brother’s question off as his mind simply wondering, but this time she couldn’t. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, his question was valid in its own way.

She did shrug, however not for the reason she would have preferred doing the action for. “They will probably ask us to hunt our own kind. They are demon hunters after all.”

She didn’t need to look at her brother to know that he had pushed his bottom lip out in a pout. He was no stranger to violence, in fact, he sometimes welcomed it, but to a naturally born demon, the thought of killing others of their kind simply because they were feared by the lesser of two beings? Now that she could understand, better than he realised.

As a female demon, Aspasia had often been at the receiving end of males that thought too highly of themselves suggesting that if she agreed to bend over for them, they could give her everything she desired: a manor, servants and a child to clutch to her breast whilst the father was never around. Honestly half the time her sole wish was simply for them to leave her alone for at least five minutes.

Her mother often advised that she keep Ares by her side whenever she came into contact with males seeking more than a simple conversation. ‘To keep them in line,’ her mother had advised. She herself had nearly burst into laughter at the thought of using her younger brother as a guard. Half the time she spent chasing both male and female demons away from him.

She would have been offended by the times he received more attention than her, but to be frank, she found it rather amusing how far some demons were willing to go to gain the attention of a member of the Sanguinem family. One had even claimed pregnancy by Ares when Ares had been far too young to even know what to do with the limb between his legs. He had been the equivalent to a human four year old at the time.

Her mother had only told them how their father had laughed at the claim, saying that if his barely toddler son was able to impregnate a demon strong enough to snap his neck at the time, then he would personally approve the claim and provide for both the demon and child they claimed to carry. The best part of the story? There hadn’t been a babe in the womb in the first place.

Some poor idiot had only been told that the Sanguinem family had a male heir. No one had opted to inform said demon of how old the boy had been.

As the two aged, more and more such claims had been made against her brother to the point where when they attended social gatherings, he stuck close to her side the entire time. Not to save her from suitors, but rather to have her save him instead.

At first she had thought the motion ridiculous, but the two of them had quickly learned how to turn the other’s presence to their advantage. It was because of this that the two of them had formed a stronger bond as twins, always knowing that no matter what, they would have their twin at their back, ready to fight fang and claw for the other.

It also made choosing a potential mate for one far harder on their parents. If the twin didn’t approve the match, they would drive the suitor away for their sibling, using any means necessary. She still remembered the time she had claimed that if her brother left her for someone, then she would have no one’s shoulder to weep on when attending human opera nights.

She still remembered the pure horror on their mother’s face. To think her daughter claimed to enjoy human music. She ended up receiving a worse scolding for her false claim rather than keeping someone from warming her brother’s bed.

“I guess you’re right,” Ares sighed, pushing himself up by his knees. For some reason she found herself smiling at the sight of her brother standing at his full height. There was just something soothing about seeing him carry himself with an air of pride around him.

He was indeed a proud, high-level demon, but he was always going to be her brother, no matter his status or appearance, and that was what she was most proud of.

She set her hand on top of his head, which earned her a confused arched brow, that she simply returned with a playful grin of her own.

“Let’s show them what we’re capable of.”

Devil May Cry, Dante, Vergil and Mundus © Capcom Twist, Aspasia Sanguinem and Ares Sanguinem © Fang Wolfsbane

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Devil May Cry: Twist: Chapter 10: Taste Is On The Tongue Of The Taster

“Three extra-large strawberry sundaes,” the barman at Dante’s favourite diner said with a grin on his face as he placed three tall glasses in front of them, each one containing what seemed like a milk-ish liquid topped with small red fruits humans called strawberries. She found it difficult to fathom how the berry made them think of a straw.

She and Ares sat next to the demon hunter, nearly covered in head to toe in muck and grime from their little cleaning escapade thanks to Nero and his lack of explaining what cleaning equipment was and how they were meant to be used. The twins had discovered it the hard way, hence their current appearance of looking like they had just gone for a roll in mud at the nearest pigsty.

It didn’t help that on their way to the diner, some inconsiderate human drove over a muddy puddle that splashed over both her and Ares. Luckily her brother had taken most of the filth by stepping in front of her. If it had been any other male, she would have backhanded them for daring to think that they could protect her better than she could herself, although given what it was that he protected her from, she just might have turned a blind eye to it.

She didn’t dare look at her nails or the state they were in. Taking care of them had never been something she was overly interested in, but that didn’t mean that she was happy about them getting chipped or having gunk stuck beneath them either. It would take her weeks just to get them to look decent again. Perhaps that human – Kyrie – could help her get them back in a presentable state. It was the least she could do to apologise for the human she seemed to wish to mate with.

She shuddered. The mere thought of mixing blood between two species was off-putting. How the great Sparda could give up his life for one these creatures… she refused to try and understand.

When news of Sparda’s betrayal against the underworld reached them, it was believed that the demonic prince had done so out of lust, but surely one plain old human couldn’t have such a powerful effect on a demon that could have gotten anything he wanted just by snapping his fingers. Could she?

She had originally planned to ask Dante about his parentage, but the half demon seemed far more interested in the frozen drink the bartender had served them a minute ago. He had originally been on his way out when she finally managed to corner him, so he had invited the two of them along, claiming that if these sundaes didn’t convince them to help humanity, then nothing would.

She was inclined to believe the latter. Nonetheless the two of them had made a promise to the hunters to assist them in keeping Mundus from invading their realm and ruling it as a second underworld.

Ares had asked her the night before why she intended on helping Dante and his little group, and to be frank, she didn’t know why herself either. If their parents ever found out about their escapade, they would not only disown them and toss them out on the streets to fend for themselves. No, they would ensure that something far, far worse came over them, titles and blood be damned.

After studying Dante’s interest in the sundae, Ares picked up a spoon and copied the half-demon’s actions. His eyes widened so fast that she instantly felt the need to question the ingredients. Before she could mutter a single word, Dante grinned at the boy.

“It’s good, right?”

Ares could only nod as he held his hand over his mouth. A second later he scooped the dessert again, and again, and again until Aspasia’s own curiosity won out and she took a bite. The moment the cold sweetness of it hit her tongue, she nearly jumped off her stool.

Knowing smiles and grins passed over the faces of the human patrons that seemed to frequent the diner as often as Dante. A glance around the room had her confirming as much. Looking back at the dessert, questions flooded her mind. How was it possible for something so plain-looking to taste so sweet and inviting?

Before she could stop herself, she did the exact same as her twin. Dante reached over as if to stop them before he thought better of it. She was about to ask him what his intention was when Ares let out a yelp and grasped a hold of his head with both hands, squeezing it as if he had just been hit. Aspasia moved to spin on her stool and demand to know who had the audacity to raise a hand to her brother when Dante’s chuckle drew her attention.

“That’s called a brain freeze. I’m guessing you never had one before.”

“B-Brain freeze?” Ares repeated in worry, looking between him and his sister. “A-Are you trying t-to kill us?!”

Dante only shook his head as he went back to eating his sundae. “No, it’s just something that happens when you eat or drink something that’s cold too fast. Give it a minute and you’ll be fine again. Just try to eat slower this time okay?”

For that whole minute, Aspasia watched Ares until he continued eating as well, following Dante’s advice this time.

When half of her sundae was finished, Aspasia took a moment to wipe her lips. If all human food was as delicious as pizza and sundaes, then she could see why Sparda had been so willing to protect them from the demon realm.

She had been ready to tear Dante a new one on his nephew’s arrogance about asking – no, ordering – demon nobility to clean, but now that she had a decently full stomach, her anger seemed almost neutralised. She thought of making Nero make a trip to the diner for one of these sundaes each time he got on her nerves in the future.

Despite his relaxed composure it was almost impossible to tell whether Dante knew that she had a pressing matter to discuss with him or not. Ares was simply there to act as her protection, not that she needed him for such a purpose but who knew what could happen if she left him alone with the humans back at Devil May Cry.

She had already seen how excited the human female with glasses had been over their presence. Over his presence. Whether he was aware of the looks she gave him or not, was something she didn’t know.

Nor did she intend to find out either.

If her brother wanted to follow in the great Sparda’s footsteps like that then he was more than welcome to, as long as he didn’t expect her to start acting like an aunt the moment he told their parents that he had planted a child within the human woman. She was far too young for that title, even by demon age-measurements.

She had often found herself wondering if humans followed the same social hierarchy as they did. During her studies of the realm she had learned that their decisions were made for them by someone they gave the title ‘president’, a title given to a human who was meant to provide peace and prosperity to the lands they ruled. This was often classified as nothing more than failures.

With humans it was a constant war of sexism, racism, xenophobia, homophobia and far more complicated messes that often caused fights to break out amongst them. Yes, demons had different classes amongst themselves, but compared to humans, socialism was really the only form of inequality they possessed these days. She dared to say that they were actually better off than the humans.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Dante asked after a while. The question caught her by such surprise she nearly knocked her glass over. For a second she thought about asking how he knew she had something to ask him but then again, he was the famed demon hunter. If he couldn’t tell that something was going through a demon’s head, then no human could.

She sighed. “I want to know why.”

He arched an eyebrow at her, his spoon halfway to his lips, the ice cream doing nothing more than to emphasise how delicious the cut strawberry seemed. “Why what?”

This time she looked him in the face as she said her question. “Why you protect humanity when you could be ruling over them instead.”

Dante only let out a sigh as the diner’s patrons looked to them as if awaiting an answer they had probably asked themselves multiple times by now. Even Ares held his tongue as he waited on the answer.

Devil May Cry, Dante, Nero, Kyrie, Sparda, Mundus and Nicoletta Goldstein © Capcom Twist, Aspasia Sanguinem and Ares Sanguinem © Fang Wolfsbane

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Devil May Cry: Twist: Chapter 17: Breakfast Roll

“Well good morning to you too.”

Ares frowned to himself as he looked up at his sister from his spot in what he could only somewhat classify as a living room. Lack of other presences not included.

Moving his spoon around in his chocolate-flavoured cereal, Ares turned his attention on the monkey-themed human children’s breakfast. “Morning.”

She returned his frown back to him, her hands resting on her hips. “What has you in such a sour mood?”

He didn’t answer her. Frankly he didn’t quite know himself. All he knew was that since the previous night he had been angry at his sister and so far had no justifiable reason other than he didn’t like the sight of her enjoying time with someone other than him.

Not that he could tell her that. The first thing she’d do would be to criticize his behaviour as childish.

How she could call him that, he didn’t know. They were in a realm neither of them had ever been in before, had no friends and no idea what they were really doing in said realm except defying Mundus’s orders to kill his nephews.

Ever since last night he had barely even spoken to her. Hell, he had even planned on staying quiet around her until at least a full twenty-four hours had passed by. She had broken through that wall in ten hours. Ten hours, thirty-eight minutes and approximately twenty seconds to be precise. Not that he was counting.

Not out loud anyway.

“Nothing,” he mumbled, spoon in mouth.

With a huff, his sister rolled her red eyes before she made her way over to the counter and grabbed the cereal box for herself on her way to the makeshift kitchen that only held a small fridge, a microwave, a single counter, sink and kettle.

He didn’t know much about how humans lived, but even in the underworld their kitchens were more… decorated. Then again, the building wasn’t exactly meant to be a home so much as a business. It was almost a wonder that there was a bathroom upstairs to begin with.

“Hey, could you two cut it out? If you keep this up, I’ll end up freezing.” The twins paused to look at their target’s nephew as he made his way into the room, rubbing his arms for dramatic effect. “What’s up? You two have a fight or something?”

He could practically see Aspasia resisting the urge to roll her eyes at him. “Trust me human, if we were fighting, this building would be your tomb already.”

Nero gave her an unimpressed frown before he turned his attention to Ares as if he’d be able to give him a better answer than the female demon had. Ares only raised his bowl as explanation.

“Breakfast?”

This time Nero was the one that rolled his eyes as he followed Aspasia. “Sure. Why not?”

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Devil May Cry: Twist: Chapter 16: Sense

She couldn’t believe that she was in the human realm, much less standing outside of the famous Devil May Cry building, talking to the human female, Nico.

She had originally gone out to just get some fresh air, too used to her family’s manor that the much smaller building was nearly suffocating, never mind the small room she had to share with her brother. Not that she minded sharing with him but sleeping in the small area he had claimed as his own couldn’t be comfortable in the least.

Nico had spotted her and invited herself over for a conversation. At first Aspasia found the human’s presence nothing less than annoying, but gradually she started to relax around her. Before she knew it, the two of them were talking about potential weapons Nico could make for both her and her brother.

For a human, she was well informed.

Sometime during their conversation, Aspasia felt something odd at the back of her head, almost as if she were being watched. Frowning to herself, Aspasia looked up to the nearest window. All she saw was a human-like silhouette and the next second it was out of view.

She didn’t need to be a demon to know who exactly it had been.

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Devil May Cry: Twist: Chapter 14: Late Night Talk

“Careful. If you keep frowning like that, your face will be stuck that way when midnight comes around,” Kyrie hummed softly, causing Nero to blink out of his thoughts, looking over to his smiling fiancé.

“You don’t believe that,” Nero said, letting a second pass by to try and see if she would confirm his assumption. She didn’t. “Do you?”

She still didn’t answer him as she continued smoothing out their double bed. Well, technically it was Nero’s second-hand double bed that he got on sale from someone his uncle knew. It wasn’t the greatest in terms of condition, but at least he had been able to afford it, despite Dante’s constant teasing.

Even with her affiliation to the church, after the whole debacle with her brother and the church’s obsessive belief that his grandfather, Sparda, was the one true saviour of mankind, Kyrie had slowly begun to distance herself from their beliefs the moment she found out Nero’s true family history, something she had taken to surprisingly well considering that the bishop had tried using her as a power source of a Sparda statue.

After unlocking his demonic form for the first time, Nero had believed that he lost both his uncle, and a man he found out to be his biological father only an hour prior, when the two stubborn twins jumped down the vine and headed to the underworld to fight back an invading demonic horde.

When he returned to Kyrie that night, he had barely had a chance to explain what the two had done before Kyrie came rushing up to him, pushing past Lady, Trish and Nico at the same time. He couldn’t remember exactly how he had felt in that moment when he told her those words that had shocked him to the core of his entire being.

‘I met my dad, Kyrie. It’s Vergil.’

The shock on her face must have mirrored his own. She had only stared at him until he felt a pair of arms around his neck, yanking him as tightly against her as she could get him. Both Lady and Trish had avoided looking at him, having known of his paternity before he had been so much as given a hint. It was a wonder Nico had been able to keep her mouth shut as long as she did.

Although the two didn’t do more than cuddle on the bed, sometimes falling asleep in each other’s arms, neither of them had so much as reached beneath the other’s clothes. Although Nero was almost certain that if the church had been aware of his father, they would have pressed for Kyrie to marry him as a way to bind him to them.

Luckily for them, Dante and his overly show business act had gotten in the way of that and allowed the two young adults to take their relationship at their own pace. That was one of the main reasons Dante hadn’t stopped them from moving in together. Credo, on the other hand, would have slaughtered him on the spot for daring to ‘defile’ his sister in such a crude manner.

After Dante and Vergil returned to the human realm, the first thing Nero had done was punch his father across the face as retribution for the double punch he and his uncle had given him when they left him behind to go pay a visit to his great-uncle. Dante had casually stood to the side while they argued it out and Nero introduced his father to his fiancé.

As expected, the great and powerful Vergil wasn’t impressed with the news that his only offspring chose a human woman as his ‘eternal mate’, but then again the silver-haired bastard had chosen to procreate with a human as well, so he was really the last person or half-human to try and say something against his choice.

As a way to try and prove herself, Kyrie punched the half-human spawn she was meant to call father-in-law by the end of the year, only for her fist to have no impact on his chest whatsoever. Luckily for them, Vergil had found the effort amusing. It didn’t take long for him to accept the sweet, angelic human woman as his future daughter-in-law. Dante had reassured him that it was most likely because Kyrie reminded Vergil of their own mother.

As much as he wanted to know about his grandmother, neither his father or uncle were big on bringing up the past, so he was mostly left with what the church taught him about his grandparents or asking Trish about what she knew, considering that she had become more vocal over being his technical aunt ever since he found out who had sired him.

Shaking his head some, Nero laid back on the bed, earning a frown from Kyrie because she hadn’t finished pulling the bedsheets off before he chose to lay down. In turn he gave her words right back to her with a smile.

“Careful. Your face will stay that way by midnight.”

With a roll of her eyes, the usually docile woman tossed a pillow at his chest, that, with years of training, he deflected as easily as he would have caught it. “Ha-ha-ha, very funny. So, are you going to tell me why you look like your father’s coming for a visit?”

He nearly grimaced at the thought. Against his wishes, Kyrie had extended an offer to Vergil to stay with them whenever he was in the neighbourhood. Luckily for him Vergil was too far a stubborn bastard to accept ‘charity’ from humans and usually vouched for staying at a hotel or over at Devil May Cry, depending on how much money he managed to gather as a slaughterer of demons during his long trips away from home.

“The twins. What else?” he hummed, patting the spot next to himself for her to join him.

“Are we talking about your father and uncle or the Count and Countess?”

“The latter.” Grandfather forbid he ever willingly talk about his father and uncle in the same sentence.

“Let me guess, you don’t trust either of them, do you?”

Nero smiled over how easily she was able to read his mind half the time. “Exactly.”

“Because of what they are?” she asked with an arched brow. As easily as she was able to read his thoughts, he already knew what hers were. Even with her history with the church, Kyrie was a woman who chose to believe the best of everyone, no matter who or what they were. To his regret, he nodded his confirmation, having learned long ago that it was simply better to be honest with the woman beside him than to beat around the bush. She sighed, “Nero-”

“I know, I know. They didn’t chose to be born as pure demon spawn or whatever, but you have to agree with me that it’s strange for demons to suddenly just pop up and suddenly want to fight for humanity and all that.”

“That’s what Trish did, isn’t it?”

“Not exactly…”

“Yes, but at the end of the day, she decided to fight for humanity, didn’t she? Who knows, maybe the Sanguinem twins will choose to help, just like she did,” Kyrie said as she laid down beside him, pulling his arm across her like he was some kind of seatbelt. He let out a sigh of his own as he pulled her close. Maybe she was right.

Maybe the Sanguinem twins would be just like his aunt Trish. He sure hoped so, for all their sakes.

Devil May Cry, Kyrie, Nero, Dante, Sparda, Vergil, Mary/Lady, Trish, Nicoletta Goldstein, Credo, Mundus and Eva © Capcom Twist, Ares Sanguinem and Aspasia Sanguinem © Fang Wolfsbane

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Devil May Cry: Twist: Chapter 12: First Call

When they returned to Devil May Cry, Dante had just set the phone down, swung his legs off the desk and grabbed his sword. “Alright kids, time to saddle up.”

Ares was the first to react. He blinked. “What?”

Dante tossed him a grin. “You just got your first job.”

***

“Well? What do you think?”

“This isn’t what I had in mind,” Aspasia admitted as she stared down – or rather up – at the demon that towered over them by at least a couple of inches. Maybe more. Yeah, definitely more. Even Ares had backed up a couple of steps and he was taller than her on a good day.

Living in the underworld, both Aspasia and Ares had seen their fair share of Fury demons. The red, scaled bipedal abominations always made her feel uneasy in the pit of her stomach. Whether it was their strange faces or the way they carried themselves, she couldn’t tell.

All she knew was that she didn’t like them, one bit.

“A real tough guy this one,” Dante said, not bothering to keep the mocking tone out of his voice. The way he leaned forward, bent at the waist, reminded her of some predator that just lazed around, toying with whatever was in its line of sight to hunt.

She would have asked for a demonstration, except the demon hunter with experience casually took a step back and waved his hand towards the demon with what she could only interpret as a playful smile.

“After you.”

Normally she would have taken an invitation to fight against such a lower level demon as an insult, but then again they were there to prove to the DMC crew that they could handle killing their own kind. The fact that it was a low-level like this one was simply nothing more than child’s play in a sense.

Frankly if she were him, she would have given him a harder demon to test his skills against. But then again, this was the human realm, which meant encountering their kind wasn’t as frequent as she would have assumed before stepping through the portal.

Looking at the demon, she knew it would take but a few well-placed punches and kicks to drive the demon into nothing but why make more work for herself? After all, she was the brains of the operation.

Things like this was better left to the brawn.

Hence, Ares.

Turning to face her brother, Aspasia gave a curt nod and with a nod of his own, Ares stepped up to the demon.

The red-bodied creature swayed from side to side, almost as if warming up for something. She would have felt sorry for it, if it weren’t for the fact that facing this particular kind of demon was an insult to both her and her brother.

Standing in front of the demon, Ares eyed it up and down, an action he gave to every opponent he came across, strong and weak. For the former he would have drawn his sword the moment they arrived at the scene. For this one…

He stood by their side one second, the next he was behind the Fury, standing proud as the demon fell to his knees right behind him, a hole where its throat used to be.

Dante let out what she could only assume to be an impressed whistle given the grin he gave her brother.

“Not bad kid. Not bad at all.”

Devil May Cry and Dante © Capcom Twist, Ares Sanguinem and Aspasia Sanguinem © Fang Wolfsbane

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Devil May Cry: Twist: Chapter 08: Goodnight

“You know, for a demon, I really thought you’d be more subtle sneaking up on someone,” Dante hummed, his eyes shut and arms crossed behind his head as he leaned back in his desk chair, ever the relaxed cat.

Trish merely huffed as she walked out of the shadows, a hand on her hip. If he could act cocky given their situation, then surely she could too. “Now where would the fun in that be?”

“Hm, true,” he said, not bothering to try and stifle a yawn as it escaped from him. She rolled her blue eyes at him. He flashed her a blind smile in return.

“Do you think that it’s a good idea?” she asked, sitting on his desk, her own legs crossed at the knee in contrast to his at the ankle.

“Let me guess, you’re talking about the noble brats?”

“The Sanguinem twins, yes. And to be fair, I think they might be older than you. Demons age differently you know.”

Dante merely shrugged his shoulders. She, in turn, shook her head. She never understood how he was able to act so casually one minute and then turn into a slaughterer of demons within the next.

It was unsettling, yet oddly calming.

Unlike his twin, Vergil, who could barely keep his temper under control on a good day, unless that somehow meant him getting something for it. The two brothers were so contradictory to each other that she often wondered how they had been as children, back when they could be carefree before reality came to smack them awake.

She would have felt sorry for them if her sympathy didn’t come across as an insult to them.

“Did you talk to Vergil about it?”

“Nope. He would have just called me an idiot for trusting them and told me to kill them or he would try to get them on his side to try and conquer something again.”

Trish nodded. That sounded about accurate enough.

Do you really think that they’re here to help? They are purebloods after all.”

“Can’t say. To be honest with you, I wasn’t all that sure you were really on our side when you first joined either.”

Trish blinked. He had never told her that, but then again, Dante wasn’t the most transparent male to be around. These days it felt more like Nero was the only male with demon blood that could be honest with how he felt about things. Lady would have taken it as an insult though.

If it had been anyone else, she would have asked them on their current opinion about her, but she knew fully well that if Dante was still suspicious of her, she would have been kicked off the team long ago. The fact that she was still allowed inside of Devil May Cry was proof enough of his trust.

Smiling to herself, she leaned over and kissed the side of the white haired male’s head like a sibling. She never had any siblings of her own but had always felt that if she could have chosen her DNA relations, she would have chosen no one else but the Devil May Cry crew.

“Night Dante,” she whispered as she got off the table and headed for the stairs. He didn’t respond as he slipped off to his own dreams for the night.

Devil May Cry, Dante, Trish, Vergil, Nero and Mary/Lady © Capcom Twist, Aspasia Sanguinem and Ares Sanguinem © Fang Wolfsbane

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Devil May Cry: Twist: Chapter 09: Up An’ At ‘Em

“Mornin’ kids, time to wake up!”

Aspasia had felt the urge to kill various times before in her life, being a demon, it naturally came with the DNA, but never once had she thought that she’d want to murder the offspring of a demon that was renowned in both their and the human world. She was hastily changing her mind.

The sun had probably not been in the sky for more than an hour when the quarter demon-human hybrid barged into her and her brother’s room with a bucket of water and something she could only assume to be a spear that had lost its use, hence the strange spaghetti octopus on the one end.

“You two get cleaning duty today,” Nero practically grinned from ear to ear. She narrowed her eyes at him. If she and Ares weren’t trying to get in his uncle’s good graces, she would have personally torn him limb from limb by now.

“Do you mind?” she hissed at him, pulling the bedcovers high to try and hide what modesty she still had left after being shoved in the small room and expected to be perfectly fine with it. Of course with her brother in the room, she had kept her underwear on so as to prevent him from feeling uneasy with how well her body was beneath. He had done the same, though she paid him no mind.

“That you two haven’t started yet? Actually I do,” Nero surprisingly admitted, tilting his head some. “What? Did you two think you were simply going to stay here without lifting a finger? Hate to break it to you Princess, but-”

Aspasia’s lip curled, “Countess. Please don’t think me so easy that you can insult me with what you humans perceive to be flattery.”

Nero shrugged. “Princess, Countess. Tomato, tom-a-toe, big difference. Either way, you two are handling this today. I got a date with Kyrie and I am not smelling like whatever stuff Dante got to throw down the toilet this time. That stuff seriously stinks.”

She felt her irritation rise. Ares’s arm shot out in front of her, stopping her from launching from the bed to tear the human’s throat free from his shoulders. She was certain her narrowed eyes were enough to warn the human before them that he had best be grateful to whatever he believed in.

He didn’t so much as flinch. “Right, whenever you two are done with whatever it is you’re doing. I’ll leave the bucket and mop here. You do know how to use them, don’t you?”

Her anger flared as she sat up straighter in the bed. “Of course we do. We are the Countess and Count of-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Nero waved them off as he put the two objects down by the door and turned to leave. “We can get breakfast after everyone’s done. Just try not to take too long, okay?”

Once Nero was out of the room, Aspasia let out a shrill screech that she was almost certain was going to make her throat ache later in the day. With a sigh, she fell back against the bed, temporarily closing her eyes until she caught sight of her brother’s body towering over her own.

“Aspasia?”

“Yes Ares?” she asked with a groan.

“What is a mop?”

She didn’t dare answer him.

Devil May Cry, Nero, Kyrie and Dante © Capcom Twist, Aspasia Sanguinem and Ares Sanguinem © Fang Wolfsbane

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Devil May Cry: Twist: Chapter 07: Roommates

After spending the rest of the night informing the Devil May Cry demon hunters of Mundus and his latest plan to conquer the human realm, and a mouthful of a rather delightful human meal called ‘pizza’, Aspasia and Ares were shown to a room within the building, courteous of the group’s informant, a Mister J.D. Morrison.

The building itself hadn’t been all that impressive, but the bedrooms certainly left much to be desired, especially by a Countess’s standards. Nero had been the one to show them to a bedroom that belonged to a human girl, Patty, at one point. Apparently she had moved out, yet Dante didn’t have the heart to change her room. She didn’t know whether to be surprised or not that the second son of Sparda had bothered protecting a human girl in the first place.

The room itself was fairly decorated in such a stereotypical young human girl appearance that Aspasia nearly rejected it outright. Ares seemed even less thrilled. She was almost tempted to make him stay in the room by himself simply because his nose twitched in irritation.

How much of the room had this mysterious Patty-girl really decorate? When the twins requested separate rooms, they were informed that all the rooms were already taken, and Vergil’s wasn’t negotiable.

From what she understood, Dante, Vergil, and Nero each had their own rooms, whilst Trish and Lady usually shared or traded off between the remaining two rooms with Nico. She supposed that being related to the owner of the business had its advantages.

The alternative was that one of them could sleep outside in the van. Ares had almost accepted the offer if it wasn’t for the warning about all the anti-demon traps that could go off within it without warning. Ares had been reluctant after that, claiming that just because he could heal from it didn’t mean that he was willing to put his life at risk for no reason.

Aspasia cast her eyes to the small bed. How it had fit the girl’s body, she didn’t know, nor did she ask. Beside it was a rather cute wooden dresser, a full-length mirror and a small cactus that was somehow still alive. Compared to their rooms back in the underworld, the siblings had fallen far.

Ares didn’t seem to mind, not with the way he casually sat on the edge of the bed and threw one leg over the other. “So, what’s next sis? Do we just sit back and braid each other’s hair and call it a day? Oooh, can we watch something on those things the humans call a TV? I’ve always wanted to try it.”

She rolled her eyes. Leave it to Count Ares Sanguinem to adjust to a new environment as if he was simply switching his preferred breakfast cereal. She knocked his leg back to the floor.

“Show some respect. This isn’t your room.”

“Sorry,” Ares said with that childish pout he always wore on his face so well. She nearly smiled at it. Nearly.

As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t blame him for his excitement either. It was their first time leaving the realm of demons, and for the realm of humans no less. She would have laughed at the idea if it wasn’t her own. Ares had been anxious about her plan, but he hadn’t pressed her on the details of it either. That was one thing she was grateful for at least.

“Do you think we’ll be able to get one of those though? A TV, I mean,” Ares asked, looking up at her through his ebony coloured hair. A smile drifted to her lips as she placed her hand on his head, covering his eyes beneath her palm.

“We shall see baby brother. We shall see.”

Devil May Cry, Mundus, J.D. Morrison, Nero, Patty Lowell, Dante, Sparda, Vergil, Trish, Mary/Lady and Nicoletta Goldstein © Capcom Twist, Aspasia Sanguinem and Ares Sanguinem © Fang Wolfsbane

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Devil May Cry: Twist: Chapter 06: Unworldly Alliance

“Well ain’t that a surprise. You two are like what? Royalty or somethin’?” the human female with glasses asked the moment all of them returned to the building the demon hunters used as their base of operations, Devil May Cry.

After they arrived, the more human than demon half breed, Nero, had told his human fiancé, Kyrie, that the two demons that had returned with them were part of some underworld rebellion. Or at least that was the most plausible explanation he could give her.

Frankly, she found it to be an amusing excuse, but one that worked given the circumstances. Naturally when she mentioned that she and Ares wished to form an alliance with the demon hunters, they had all been on their guard. It was only because of Trish, a semi-full blooded demon like them, vouching for them and their words as demon nobility to trust them enough to let them return with them in the first place.

The ride back in the… vehicle was a little less pleasant. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been nearly flung from side to side. Ares hadn’t seemed all that happy about it either but was wise enough to keep his mouth shut. The last thing they needed was to insult the human steering the mechanical beast.

“Nobility, yes,” Aspasia answered Nicoletta’s question, her legs crossed over each other as her hands rested on her knees. Trish had been kind enough to offer the twins a cup of tea as a silent form of respect for them.

From what she had heard from Mundus, Trish wasn’t all that happy with their kind, not that she could blame her. Most of them were nothing more than sludge stuck to the bottom of her shoe. Quite literally half the time. Yet she still seemed to possess some form of submission in the face of higher ranked demons.

Funny, she would have thought the semi-daughter of the great ruler of the underworld to be a bit more fierce. Not that she was going to try her luck against the other woman. She accepted the offer and left her cup on the big wooden desk beside her to cool some as she explained who and what her brother were.

“So what are two demon hotshots doing all the way in the human realm?” Dante asked, leaning back at the head of the desk, his feet up on it. Clearly comfortable. She would have been amused by his arrogant nature, if not for the fact that he too, like Trish, shared blood with Mundus through his brother, Sparda.

“I believe we told you before. We are here to form an alliance with you and your… group,” Aspasia informed him, nearly cringing at the lack of a better word for the group standing before them.

“For what reason?” the other woman in the room inquired. Lady, if the dossier they had received on the hunters was accurate.

“It would prove prudent to inform you of our reasons, but I do believe that you humans have some expression about not showing all your cards at once. For now what I can tell you is that my brother and I aren’t too pleased with the current regime.”

“So in short, you want to start a rebellion?” Lady questioned with an arched brow. Aspasia smirked. This woman was definitely interesting in the wit department.

“Not so much as start one, as to gain our freedom from it. You see, as interesting as the demon world can be, it has become rather… stale. What we are in search of, for lack of a better word, is entertainment. We were hoping that you and your compatriots would be so kind as to let us experience that.”

“You wish to kill your own kind? But why?” the woman tucked into Nero’s side asked, her face one of horror at the thought of a demon killing its own kind. Aspasia merely gestured to the man beside her, not missing how his hand reflectively tightened around her waist.

“I do believe that is something you should ask your male, my dear. After all, he is not all that different from a demon than we are. His blood is merely diluted.”

Shame crossed the boy’s face. Frankly, she found it cute, but kept her opinion to herself. Kyrie might be meek in appearance, but a rule even amongst her own kind was that you didn’t go stalking another’s partner like prey.

“Ugh, cut the crap already,” Dante groaned, throwing his legs over the desk, resting his arm on his knee. Ares nearly tensed at the scrutinizing look the half-demon gave them. “You two wanna kill demons. That right?”

Aspasia gave a nod. Dante responded with his own.

“That settles it. You’re now part of Devil May Cry. Your jobs are simple. Kill any demon that proves to be a problem, get your own place to crash, don’t go killing humans and order some pizza already.”

Aspasia blinked, looking to her twin in confusion. He only shrugged his response.

“Oh, you two have a lot to learn,” Nico grinned, holding some handheld device in her hand.

Devil May Cry, Nicoletta Goldstein, Nero, Kyrie, Trish, Mundus, Dante, Sparda and Mary/Lady © Capcom Twist, Aspasia Sanguinem and Ares Sanguinem © Fang Wolfsbane

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Devil May Cry: Twist: Chapter 05: Introductions: Part 2

“We might be,” the man at the centre of the group that greeted them hummed, his hand resting on a sword nearly his height if he rested it on the ground beside him, “depends on whose asking.”

Aspasia could feel her lips pull into an amused smirk, although she kept most of her posture rather casually. A glance to her side revealed that her brother wasn’t deeming them a threat either. Good, that would make things a little easier, discussion wise.

“I am Countess Aspasia Sanguinem, eldest and only daughter of the Sanguinem household. This fool behind me is my twin brother, Count Ares Sanguinem, but I assure you, you have no need to mind him as much.”

The look Ares gave her was one of pure question and annoyance. If it had just been the two of them on their own in a room somewhere, he wouldn’t have hesitated to ask her what the hell she was doing. Luckily for her, she knew her brother would keep his composure around potential enemies so as to not let them question who currently held the authority between the two of them. She couldn’t resist teasing him a little though.

“Huh, are twins-” the young man beside the other group’s leader began to question before he was cut off by a brisk nod from the woman standing not too far away from him.

“A common thing among demons,” the woman confirmed, resting a hand on her hip. From what Aspasia could tell, she knew a fight was avoidable, so long as negotiations went well enough. “If it wasn’t for your human blood dilution, you probably would have been one too.”

“Huh. Weird.”

“Two of him? Tch, I can barely stand one half the time!” one of the other women chirped up, this one patting the side of some metallic vehicle. Aspasia almost found it strange, if she didn’t remind herself of the time differences between the two realms. Time in the underworld moved at a far slower pace, which was why most of their kind deemed it the reason for their slow aging attributes compared to their human counterparts.

The younger man threw a frown over to the woman, only to receive a raised finger in return. She could practically hear Ares responding with a snort. From the physical differences between the two, she could tell that they weren’t siblings, but their demeanour certainly hinted towards the possibility. Perhaps a distant relation?

“Countess and Count huh? What’s big fish like you doing all the way up here? Forgot to bring your army or somethin’?” the man from before asked, a white brow arched to emphasise his question.

Aspasia barely kept the own questioning look off her face about being compared to those smelly water-bound creatures humans seemed to have a taste for. She had never tasted one herself, but she had been assured that the smell was quite atrocious.

“It’s quite simple really. We were sent here by Mundus to destroy the human realm and take control of it for all demon kind.”

That got their attention without a ounce of hesitation. In the blink of an eye, swords, all impressive in size, were out and aimed right at the Sanguinem twins. She would have laughed if not for the black-haired woman’s scurrying to find a weapon of her own. She settled for the arm of a rage demon. Aspasia winced, but not for the reason the other woman probably thought. She once had a Rage demon as a pet, so the sight of an arm was quite… disturbing.

Ares knew better than to raise arms against him, and for once, she felt glad to have her brother at her back. Anyone else, especially subordinates, would have reacted by drawing their own weapons and preparing for battle, but her brother understood the true intent of why they had made contact with the half-human group in the first place.

Raising her hand smoothly, Aspasia ignored the glint of the ring on her index finger, marking her claim as Countess. “I assure you, we didn’t come here for a fight, Sparda-kin.”

“Yeah? Then why did you come here?” the boy demanded, keeping his red decorated sword lifted at eye-height. His target already picked out. Her.

“Why else? We wish to join you.”

Devil May Cry, Dante, Nero, Trish, Nicoletta Goldstein, Mundus and Sparda © Capcom Twist, Aspasia Sanguinem and Ares Sanguinem © Fang Wolfsbane

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Devil May Cry: Twist: Chapter 02: By Any Means

Standing in the middle of her family’s study, Aspasia let her hand trail over one of the many burnt ash tree display cases. She couldn’t remember which century it had been, possibly one where more traditional, mythical beliefs controlled how those in the human realm believed in situations they believed happened because of beings of power.

In a manner of speaking, they weren’t wrong, at least not all the time. She still found it amusing to see them act on those beliefs though. At one point humans used to believe that ash wood would keep demons at bay, when they didn’t believe its uses worked for vampires or fae, not that either of those existed, but what could she do? It seemed that the old human saying of ignorance is bliss held true to the human mind.

As a way of mocking the humans, her mother had commissioned the displays to be made of the very wood humans believed protected them from those who wished to do them harm. Feeling pity for them might have been a better choice, but where was the fun in that?

Inside these display cases were an array of weapons and books, no one of them left unread by her eyes. Not one weapon left unpractised by her or her brother, their father saw to that. Upon returning home, Ares had hoped to share the news of their task, but as usual, it fell upon deaf ears the moment they walked through the front door.

No servants, no parents, not even a hellhound or two was there to greet them. She hadn’t needed to look at Ares’s face to know his thoughts. Anger, irritation, and disappointment. She felt like telling him that he should just get over with it and adjust to something he should have known since the moment he finally started understanding the way things worked in the Sanguinem family, but she had simply let it slide as she passed him by and headed for the room she currently stood in.

Where Ares disappeared to, she had no idea, nor did she ask. Knowing him, he was possibly down in the training room, working on ridding himself of some of his built up anger before they left their home for whatever waited on the other side. She thought about joining him but considering that they were heading to realm neither of them had ever set foot in, she thought it best that at least one of them had some or other knowledge. Even if they were sent to conqueror it, she didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb due to a lack of information.

In the past nobility had gone back and forth between the realms, sometimes even sending their offspring to remain behind in the human realm to strengthen their hold over those they managed to bring under their control. It was a simpler time back then, back in the dark ages, until about nearly half a century ago, one of their own turned against them and sealed the main gate between the two realms. It had opened again since then, but not nearly as strong.

Retaking control of the humans would have been one thing, but the traitor that had turned his back on them had spawned two children, one of which dedicated his life to keeping their kind away from his other half’s bloodline. The elder of the two she didn’t know much of, but she knew that his own son worked alongside his uncle to keep them at bay. It was, simply put, a vexing situation, but one that intrigued her all the same.

What had been so special about one, single human girl that was enough to make a demon general, and the brother of the emperor of the underworld, turn on his oath and swear to protect her and her wretched kind? The thought of doing something like that for anyone, especially a human, was enough to make her want to bring up whatever the last thing she ate was. She regretted not being able to recall her last meal, but then again, other matters had preoccupied her mind during dinner.

She must have gotten lost in her thoughts once again because the moment Ares placed his hand on her shoulder, she nearly grabbed the first sword within reach and liberated his hand from his wrist. Almost. Years of training and recognising her brother’s scent kept her from doing so.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, his voice free of concern, but his eyes filled with uncertainty. If they left, no one would remain of their family. They would leave their home utterly defenceless, ripe for a raid or two. Personally she didn’t care for the building itself, but she did care about her personal belongings, ones that she wouldn’t be able to take with her to ensure their safety. A sentimental demon was laughable in itself, but one sentimental about inanimate objects? Now that was a new level of insanity, even for them.

She nodded. “Of course I am. It will be ridiculous to turn the offer down now, wouldn’t it? We’d be nothing less than the laughing stock of the decade, if not longer.”

“Yeah, but-”

“No buts, Ares. We were given this assignment, and come death or hell high water, we are seeing it through, by any means necessary.”

“Aspasia-”

“By any means necessary,” she repeated, turning to face her brother with narrowed eyes, facing a pair that were nearly, yet weren’t, identical to her own, “am I understood?”

Ares’s eyes flickered across her face, as if searching for some or other explanation, some kind of reason not to go through with any of it. After he didn’t find one, he let out a sigh, and bowed his head in a show of submission.

“Yes, my lady.”

Devil May Cry, Sparda, Eva, Mundus, Dante, Vergil and Nero © Capcom Twist, Aspasia Sanguinem and Ares Sanguinem © Fang Wolfsbane

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Devil May Cry: Twist: Chapter 01: Boredom Is A Strong Motivator

Air so toxic that it could cause a human’s life to perish only by inhaling one simple whiff of it. Oh, how terribly fragile human lives really were. She would have found it amusing if it weren’t for those stupid enough to try and fight for them.

She clicked her tongue, finding the mere thought ridiculous, to say the least. Insanity at most. As it turned out, she wasn’t the only one that thought that way. The current ruler of their little realm had similar thoughts it seemed. Why else would he, he emperor of the Underworld, Mundus, call them, the Count and Countess of Bleak Hills Manor, all the way to his great hall?

She hated, despised, bowing to anyone, especially those with higher ranks than her, but she had learned to keep those expressions free from her face. There was a time and place for everything, and she made certain that she always got her point across by the end of the day. Her brother, not so much.

“Rise,” Mundus muttered, waving his wrist in a circular motion, as if bored by the very presence he himself had summoned. As one, the twins did so. Keeping their heads bowed, Aspasia Sanguinem hid the malice she knew shone in her ruby red eyes. Her brother, Ares Sanguinem, hid his expression a little better, something she found amusing. He was never one to keep himself in check. She supposed the saying was true, looks could be deceitful.

In terms of appearance, the twins were more or less the same height, with Ares towering slightly over his sister, even if he was the younger between the two. They both sported a head of waist-length black hair, a natural red streak in their fringes, Ares’s towards the left, and hers to the right.

Hell, if not for their body builds, they would have been mistaken for identical twins. That and that she knew she had the better fashion sense. Her long black dress revealed as much compared to her brother’s dull two-piece suit. It wasn’t their natural preferred dress code, but when meeting the emperor of Hell, one wanted to look nice.

For some reason, she assumed it to be dramatics, Mundus had covered most of himself in a cloud of white smoke. The most they saw was his hand, bejewelled like some street walker trying to find a high-priced client. Distasteful. Boastful. Nauseating. She could go on for hours about how the man’s voice simply irritated her, but she didn’t, knowing that a pressed lip would serve her better in her current situation.

“I have called you two here for a task,” the man behind the smoke hummed, taking a grape from a woman scarcely clad in any kind of fabric. Anger at the sight flowed to her hand, causing it to curl into a fist, one she hid at her side. She was all for kink-play, in fact, she welcomed it, but forcing another being into dressing a certain way simply to emphasise power and control in front of invited guests? If he were not the emperor, she would have slit his throat right there and then.

“I’m certain you two have been informed a group of… hunters that have been making things rather difficult for our kind on the surface, have you not?”

With an air of pride, Aspasia felt her true skill rise to the surface as she recited but a part of what she had memorised of the emperor’s scandalous family history.

“As I recall my lord, that would be your nephew Dante and his nephew Nero, as well as your very own creation, your daughter, if you will, Trish, correct?”

Even though she couldn’t see his face, Aspasia could practically taste the anger flowing off him in waves. The hand griping the throne’s arm was a pleasing sight though.

“I see your ability to gather knowledge has not failed you,” the voice growled, sending a pleasing vibration up her spine. Oh how she loved to watch arrogance be taken down a notch.

“I live to serve,” she purred, replying to his gesture with a mock bow. She had never been so grateful to her mother forcing them to attend those vexing mannerism classes. They had been nothing less than infuriating, but over the years had served their purpose quite adequately.

“Then I do not need to overexplain the task I want you two to carry out for me. In short, I want you two to get rid of them, all of them. Kill, slaughter, I don’t care. I want them all gone by the time I choose to rise to power in the human realm.”

Short and straight to the point. At least she didn’t have to listen to him droll on about how this legendary Dante had cut down his ego more than once. If memory served, and it did, more than once Dante was aided by his own twin, Vergil.

The possibility of twins being born to humans was quite low, yet amongst demons it was far more common than simply having one child. Research amongst their kind had found the reason for this being their need to survive, to ensure their presence, much like earth animals when they gave birth to more than one baby. Primal but effective, although it was harder for their kind to fall pregnant than it was for humans.

Others would have asked why they were the ones being sent out, and from the corner of her eye, she spotted Ares about to do just that but she stopped him from doing so by speaking first.

“Of course. It shall be done, my lord.”

The look her brother gave her was more than enough to inform her that he was questioning her sanity over accepting the task. She ignored him.

“Excellent. I expect nothing less than victory from the Sanguinem family.”

“As you shall have it.”

Without so much as a dismissal, the twins turned and left the room, guided to the front door by another scarcely clad woman. Ares waited until the large doors shut behind them, and once they stepped off the last of the stairs heading for an overly marbled mansion, he spun towards her, his eyes a blood red compared to hers.

“What were you thinking in there?”

“You mean besides how much I would have preferred to sit on that oh so illustrious throne? That our beloved ruler is nothing more than a bag of wind,” Aspasia said truthfully, never having felt the urge to lie to her sibling before. She wasn’t planning on starting either.

“Quiet! Do you want him to hear you?” Ares demanded, looking behind them as if to ensure that they weren’t being followed. She wouldn’t put it past Mundus to put a tail on them, neither did she care if said tail reported her thoughts on the pig. She was certain that her earlier display had been enough to get her feelings towards him across.

Aspasia chose to shrug off her brother’s concern as she made her way over to the awaiting carriage, driverless and pulled by the skeleton of a horse with flames acting as its hooves, mane, and tail. A pretty beast in her opinion, though not as comfortable as those with skin on their bones, but useful all the same. It only needed to be told a destination and then would know exactly how to get there.

Ares followed her inside, waiting until she tapped the ceiling with a fist to tell the horse to return them back to their own mansion. “Why did you accept? You do realise that if we fail-”

“Who said anything about failing, dear brother?”

“No one, but-”

“But nothing. We received a mission, and we’re going to see it through. Its as simple as that.”

“But why? Surely there are others that can handle a task like this. Why us?”

“Simple,” Aspasia said, leaning back against the dark blue velvet cushioned bench, a smirk resting on her lips as she looked out the small window by her head, watching the scenery of the underworld pass them by, “I’m bored.”

Devil May Cry, Mundus, Dante, Nero, Trish and Vergil © Capcom Twist, Aspasia Sanguinem and Ares Sanguinem © Fang Wolfsbane

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