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Chapter one: Same day...
"Ah, again the same day...", the fifteen year-old Dante awakened, throwing himself on the shower, after taking out his red pajamas.
"What a beautiful day...", Vergil slowly sat on his own bed, putting his glasses on, reopening his book: " Final Destruction. ".
"Boys, are you two awake?", Eva called from the bottom floor, preparing scrambled eggs and bacon.
"Hey Verge, How's your morning, son?", Sparda entered the twins' room, sitting at Vergil's side at his bed, shuffling his hair.
"It's okay, dad.", Vergil replied to Sparda, looking at his book. But when Dante got out of the shower, they two said in unison, after Vergil blinked to him: "Manouever 48!", the twins tackled Sparda from both sides, sandwiching him. This resulted in many laughs.
"Yes mom, we are!", the trio yelled downstairs.
It was winter. A snowing winter. A freezing winter. A snow-balling winter. The twins and Sparda ran downstairs, each with gloves, three jackets, a scarf and pants of his respective color: Vergil a icy blue, Dante a crimson red, and Sparda a royal purple. Then the three of them ran to Eva, each of them kissing on the cheek the woman dressed in white, before running outdoors, exiting the ebony marmor house, with Dante tackling Vergil on a snow pile, the older twin crashing on the snow.
"That's not fa-", Vergil got cut off by a speeding snowball from Sparda on his face. "That's it, so, huh?", Vergil got an armfull of snow, throwing it at Sparda, the cold wave hitting him head-on, him falling backwards. Vergil then ran to Dante, throwing snowballs at him.
"Ouch!...", Dante took a snowball in his 'eggs'. Then, hilarity insued.
The trio eventually got back in home, each sitting at his place on the living room, Sparda sitting at the leather and comfortable brown armchair, Vergil at the fluffy black chess, and Dante at the ultra fluffy white sofa, with pillows. Sparda then pressed a button on the armchair, making a magnetized chess rise from the ground between his and Dante's places.
"Cool dad! I was going to ask you to play chess!", Dante cheered up, approaching the table.
"I knew you were going to ask!", Sparda smiled, making the first movement.
Vergil got up, walking upstairs to get his book, and he got back quickly, his eyes already on the page he left off, with his reading glasses on.
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"I knew that we are going to be massacred. From the start. Orcs appear at every time, paired with Vampires and Dwarfs. Our last army, Me, Tyler, and Kahd. I wish we had more faith, togeter with Commander's spirit. This is my last battle, as I'm going to it, right now. Whoever reads this letter, ahead lays my body, with weapons, and the Hydra."
-------First Recruit, John-------
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"Dad, Dante. Look! They're almost fighting the Hydra!", Vergil showed the book to Dante and Sparda.
"That's... A seal! For it to be broken, it needs two pure-bloods, and two halves. Eva, could you come here?", Sparda called Eva, examinating the seal at the top of the page.
"Yes, hun-WHOA!", As soon as Eva stepped near Sparda, all the four of them got sucked into the book.
Each one hit the solid, rock ground, dimly lighted by candles at the wall.
"Where are we?", Dante wondered, shortly before a runed black Rebellion-like sword manifestated in his hands, his body being covered by a black armor, with golden dragon patterns, missing the helmet, and he had a black crystal wristband. "Cool...", He was an Warrior.
Sparda was given an two sided paladin white axe, with a lighter, white version of Dante's armor, with a white crystal forming in his left hand."Whoa!", He was a Paladin.
Vergil donned a royal blue silk robe, with white patterns, and a hoodie, with a sapphire necklace. He had an wooden staff, with a mystic blue stone on it's tip, floating. "Nice.", He was the Warlock.
Eva donned a light purple silk robe, with the power to give it's user the power to make magic. She weared a pair of chainmetal gloves, each with a red crystal. "Cute!", She was the Cleric.
Vergil thinked by a second, before reaching his robe pockets and picking the book. On the first page, it read: If you want to return, you must kill the last creature inside this dungeon.
That was it. "We need to exterminate each creature in this dungeon, if we want to escape.", Vergil said, matter-of-factly.
Chapter 1 done!
"Ah, again the same day...", the fifteen year-old Dante awakened, throwing himself on the shower, after taking out his red pajamas.
"What a beautiful day...", Vergil slowly sat on his own bed, putting his glasses on, reopening his book: " Final Destruction. ".
"Boys, are you two awake?", Eva called from the bottom floor, preparing scrambled eggs and bacon.
"Hey Verge, How's your morning, son?", Sparda entered the twins' room, sitting at Vergil's side at his bed, shuffling his hair.
"It's okay, dad.", Vergil replied to Sparda, looking at his book. But when Dante got out of the shower, they two said in unison, after Vergil blinked to him: "Manouever 48!", the twins tackled Sparda from both sides, sandwiching him. This resulted in many laughs.
"Yes mom, we are!", the trio yelled downstairs.
It was winter. A snowing winter. A freezing winter. A snow-balling winter. The twins and Sparda ran downstairs, each with gloves, three jackets, a scarf and pants of his respective color: Vergil a icy blue, Dante a crimson red, and Sparda a royal purple. Then the three of them ran to Eva, each of them kissing on the cheek the woman dressed in white, before running outdoors, exiting the ebony marmor house, with Dante tackling Vergil on a snow pile, the older twin crashing on the snow.
"That's not fa-", Vergil got cut off by a speeding snowball from Sparda on his face. "That's it, so, huh?", Vergil got an armfull of snow, throwing it at Sparda, the cold wave hitting him head-on, him falling backwards. Vergil then ran to Dante, throwing snowballs at him.
"Ouch!...", Dante took a snowball in his 'eggs'. Then, hilarity insued.
The trio eventually got back in home, each sitting at his place on the living room, Sparda sitting at the leather and comfortable brown armchair, Vergil at the fluffy black chess, and Dante at the ultra fluffy white sofa, with pillows. Sparda then pressed a button on the armchair, making a magnetized chess rise from the ground between his and Dante's places.
"Cool dad! I was going to ask you to play chess!", Dante cheered up, approaching the table.
"I knew you were going to ask!", Sparda smiled, making the first movement.
Vergil got up, walking upstairs to get his book, and he got back quickly, his eyes already on the page he left off, with his reading glasses on.
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"I knew that we are going to be massacred. From the start. Orcs appear at every time, paired with Vampires and Dwarfs. Our last army, Me, Tyler, and Kahd. I wish we had more faith, togeter with Commander's spirit. This is my last battle, as I'm going to it, right now. Whoever reads this letter, ahead lays my body, with weapons, and the Hydra."
-------First Recruit, John-------
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"Dad, Dante. Look! They're almost fighting the Hydra!", Vergil showed the book to Dante and Sparda.
"That's... A seal! For it to be broken, it needs two pure-bloods, and two halves. Eva, could you come here?", Sparda called Eva, examinating the seal at the top of the page.
"Yes, hun-WHOA!", As soon as Eva stepped near Sparda, all the four of them got sucked into the book.
Each one hit the solid, rock ground, dimly lighted by candles at the wall.
"Where are we?", Dante wondered, shortly before a runed black Rebellion-like sword manifestated in his hands, his body being covered by a black armor, with golden dragon patterns, missing the helmet, and he had a black crystal wristband. "Cool...", He was an Warrior.
Sparda was given an two sided paladin white axe, with a lighter, white version of Dante's armor, with a white crystal forming in his left hand."Whoa!", He was a Paladin.
Vergil donned a royal blue silk robe, with white patterns, and a hoodie, with a sapphire necklace. He had an wooden staff, with a mystic blue stone on it's tip, floating. "Nice.", He was the Warlock.
Eva donned a light purple silk robe, with the power to give it's user the power to make magic. She weared a pair of chainmetal gloves, each with a red crystal. "Cute!", She was the Cleric.
Vergil thinked by a second, before reaching his robe pockets and picking the book. On the first page, it read: If you want to return, you must kill the last creature inside this dungeon.
That was it. "We need to exterminate each creature in this dungeon, if we want to escape.", Vergil said, matter-of-factly.
Chapter 1 done!