The next series of photos were, in Dante’s humble opinion, possibly the funniest and most heartwarming things he’d ever seen in his entire life. Whoever the photographer was, they were a genius, catching the moments in frame-by-frame glory.
In the first, it was Sparda’s turn to hold the twins, and he smiled lovingly down at the two babies with their red, wrinkly faces and patches of dandelion fluff hair. In the second photo, Dante and Vergil were, predictably, crying, and Sparda looked like any other first-time father with a screaming baby. (In the background, they could just make out Eva, who was smiling a wry, lopsided smile Dante had only seen in a mirror and on his brother’s face.) With the third shot came the twist: Both babies had transformed into little red and blue devils, still screaming their heads off, but now with a full set of teeth. Sparda looked stunned, Eva’s mouth was open in a silent O of shock, and even the camera person had been surprised enough for the frame to tilt slightly. Then Sparda was laughing, head thrown back, a look of pure joy on his face. And, in the final picture, was their father in full Devil Trigger. He was... intimidating. Sparda’s devil form was so huge that most of his head and broad shoulders were actually out of frame, with only his sharp smile and the points of two, downward-curving horns visible, Dante and Vergil held in one hand each.
“Holy fuck,” Dante whispered, awed.
“Holy fuck,” Vergil echoed.
Dante paused, considered the image again, then whistled and added, “Damn, Mom. You are fearless.”
“Dante!” Vergil shouted, scandalized.
“What? What?” Dante protested. “I didn’t mean it dirty!” He waved his hands in the air, as if trying to illustrate his point in 3D. “I mean, he’s like twice her size! He’s gotta be like nine or ten feet tall! And at least four feet across the shoulders! It would take guts for a human to date that, much less marry it!”
The next photo illustrated that point. Sparda, still in his Trigger, leaning down to kiss Eva, who was kissing him back with no sign of hesitation in her expression.
“Oh hellgates,” Vergil mumbled, covering his eyes like he was eight again, and his parents were actually kissing in front of him. He hadn’t reacted like this with the first (three) pictures of them kissing! Maybe it was because he was still more used to seeing devils?
“Awww, look at his wings, they’re all glowy,” Dante cooed, reveling in his twin’s embarrassment. When Vergil’s ears went pink, he had his answer.
⚔️ Excerpt from "Legacies," upcoming Chapter 14 of From a Little Spark May Burst a Flame.
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