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âI am mightier than you!â the princeling shouted, chest puffed up â determined.
âOne day my prince but not at this moment.â Baul calmly replied, standing tall and passive.
Young Spardaâs chest deflated, as did he ego; but he did cross his arms and pout at Baul, âBut I am mighty! And Iâll be even mightier later... and taller.â he just knew it. Or at least, he hoped so.
Maybe Baul would let him climb him for now.
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âI am mightier than you!â the princeling shouted, chest puffed up -- determined.
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âFather! You have come home!â except Sparda himself wasnât even home, they were nowhere near home - wait, why was father out here?
âR-Rebby?â the young Sparda stammered, awed as he ran into the other. At least if it was Rebellion that caught him away from the castle, then he had some chance of escaping unscathed. Unscathed, as in, his sweets allowance wouldnât be taken away.
To say that the young Sparda did not know where he was would have been a huge understatement. But it wasn't entirely his fault. Heâd been following a strange demon energy. It didnât feel like most devils, and it felt sort of like his, but sort of not.
The little devil had been walking awhile, armor clanking, and footsteps noisy, having grown entirely too slowly for what he was ready for.
Sparda did not stop until he was ontop of the peculiar energy. Literally. No really, heâd walked off a roof, completely forgetting he was in a humanoid form and not his devil form and came crashing down ontop of an unsuspecting individual.
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Quickly, Sparda stood to attention, hoping that if he appeared to be obedient and listening, that his dear Yamato would let him off the hook for disobeying and escaping the castle again, "Ya-Yammytoes -- Yamato." he cleared his throat.
How very curious... the young devil snooped up on the doppel, intrigued, sniffing him. He looked... familiar... and Sparda wasnât sure why. And something felt familiar about him as well... strange...
"Come with me."
"What â why?â the teenager looked suspicious, but curious.
Maybe he should have paid more attention to Yamatoâs training on subtlety afterall⌠Sigh.
"Oh - of course I can." as if to prove his point, he changed forms, relaxing as it allowed him to drop his concentration - and fluttered his wings. He was small and short, not yet grown to his full height.
Modeus cracked a smile despite himself; seeing his teacher so young was a surreal experience no matter how many times it occurred. âGood. With me sprinting and you flying close behind, we should be able to escape the compound without incident. Remember, if we are caught, I doubt I will have the chance to show you the other hells beyond this one.â
His own form shifted, dark leathery hide replacing pale skin and making the swordsman less noticeable. Checking for any sense of life heading their way, he crouched, before dashing to another relative place to hide.
In complete contrast to his human looking form, even the fluttering of his wings was near silent. The young devil tilted his head as he listened to Modeus, taking in the information and letting excitement stir him. This was a mission then! Something to actually do --
Oh.
Sparda found himself staring at Modeus in awe, lips parted and sharp teeth barely showing; what a magnificent devil...! He started a bit as Modeus suddenly moved, doing a double take before following him.
"Violating someone is⌠pleasurable?" the young Sparda looked unsure, and confused. That didnât sound right. Wasnât violating someone or something morally wrong? Hurtful, even?
However, the cambion had him curious, âI want proof. Show me.â of course, he was entirely unconcerned about any possible demons eating him. Mundus was so silly, worrying like that.
                  "Alright, follow me,"
     He mused with an added little two finger salute off of his temple. It wasnât like even interacting with the youth would throw everything off, right? Then again, he had never worked in such an odd circumstance as what could be considered âtime travelâ. It certainly was food for thought as he walked away from the boy. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right? Obviously, he was around. Then again it never had gone well when two blood relations stuck around each other for too long.
                  "Ever heard of a brothel?â
Since he had not been taught to not follow strangers, the young dark knight made to follow the cambion, curious. Confusion merged with curiosity though, at the mention of the word, âA brothel? What is that?â Would there be pleasurable violating there? Curious.
"Lets play Hide and Seek" Idek They are hiding from Spardaâs baby sitters. Why it is a dark hole, because it can Doodles
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The way the other was looking at him was unnerving for sure; but he certainly wasnât expecting that response. How rude!
"I am Sparda. No one else is. Me. I am Sparda. You can even ask Mundus.â he paused, then looked a bit horrified. He wasnât home, â⌠Donât ask Mundus.â he didnât want to get scolded again for escaping the confines of home.
"Thatâs⌠you know what? My name is Sparda." he held his arms out, lips pursed stubbornly as he changed forms, wings fluttering and both eyes and jewel glowing a bright, almost seemingly energetic red, "This should be the proof. No one looks like me."
"No, nâ Sparda certainly doesnât look like ya - got that right at least.â Ah, but then he began morphingâ so a devil it was, but that was the only confirmation to be made by the shifting, and Oren could have guessed by sniffing alone.
Yet the alternative form appeared familiar once it had fully materialised and impelled the Mirror into looking this imposter up and down. Oren took in the wings, the, the sanguine glow; and he nodded after he was content enough with his scrutiny.
It resembled the Spardaâs demonic form almost nigh on.
âHuh⌠Then, what about ya twin sons? How are they doinâ?â
That was impossible. No one else had his name, he was a Prince, dammit. He would know! His normally hidden tail twitched slightly in irritation, dropping his arms and wings twitching as they settled at his back. He was still shorter than he would be, but the young Sparda did not know that.
"My twin sons -- I am only nineteen, I do not usually get the ability to leave the castle to meet anyone, let alone find a... a..." he seemed suddenly shy, turning away a bit, wings fluttering, "...a mate..."
The young devil stared at Dante, his brow furrowing further the more concerned he became from Dante talking.
"Humans⌠do what now? Why?â play it cool, donât show that youâre totally new at interacting with other people⌠even if it was pretty obvious already, âAre you sure humans do that, too?â he didnât even seemed slightly concerned about any demons possibly eating him at some point.
                  "Pleasure,"
     He answered while staring at the boy. This really must have been the first time he was out of that dank .. wherever he was before.
                  "I can show you proof,"
     A smirk had spread across his lips with the proposal.
"Violating someone is... pleasurable?" the young Sparda looked unsure, and confused. That didn't sound right. Wasn't violating someone or something morally wrong? Hurtful, even?
However, the cambion had him curious, "I want proof. Show me." of course, he was entirely unconcerned about any possible demons eating him. Mundus was so silly, worrying like that.
â âŚFine.â He agrees with a hint of uncertainty in his voice. Why it mattered to stick by his side seemed menial, but it was better to have Sparda within armâs reach than eyesight. Lowering his finger from the otherâs face, he straightens his own form standing almost militant. â But only if you keep silent. Do not address anyone or anything for any reason.â Mundus urges with the same, stern gaze. â  I cannot imagine anyone there not wanting to coax you into the arena. You will not indulge a challenge, that is not why we are there. â The last thing he needed on his list of responsibilities was taking it upon himself to quiet another devilâs embarrassment at his brotherâs hands.
At the admittance, Sparda brightened, wiggling his hips slightly, âNot anyone? May I address you, brother? Please?â he leaned up on his toes, closer to Mundus, an eager look in his eyes. Once again, the younger devil seemed entirely unphased by Mundusâ strictness. Honestly, he just wanted the elderâs attention. Like usual.
Was that really something he needed approval for? Perhaps the younger forgotten he is a Prince as well in all his excitement and was free to speak. â âŚObviously, yes, you may. â Mundus assures anyways in the blandest tone. Spectating duels at the training grounds was probably the least exciting thing to do there, but one wouldnât know that looking at Sparda in this moment. â Let us not dawdle. The matches will begin soon. Remember what I said.. â A brief and final warning to the younger monarch before he turned away from him, wings peeling from his back and opening in tow to depart.
He probably didn't need the approval to speak to Mundus, no, but it still made the younger devil feel better, excitement lighting in his eyes and very posture. Sparda liked to watch the matches, honestly, because it gave him incentive to observe and find weaknesses; even when he didn't always notice that that was what he was doing.
As Mundus' wings drew out, the young Prince moved to follow, wings stretching and normally hidden tail swooping, "Of course, brother..!"
The teenager looked thoughtful at that and nodded, âMay I stay with you then? Then it will be a guarantee that I behave.â though that was just an excuse to stay by his brother, what he really wanted. He didnât seem much phased by the finger pointed at his face, other than smiling up at Mundus, pale eyes bright and still naive.
â âŚFine.â He agrees with a hint of uncertainty in his voice. Why it mattered to stick by his side seemed menial, but it was better to have Sparda within armâs reach than eyesight. Lowering his finger from the otherâs face, he straightens his own form standing almost militant. â But only if you keep silent. Do not address anyone or anything for any reason.â Mundus urges with the same, stern gaze. â  I cannot imagine anyone there not wanting to coax you into the arena. You will not indulge a challenge, that is not why we are there. â The last thing he needed on his list of responsibilities was taking it upon himself to quiet another devilâs embarrassment at his brotherâs hands.
At the admittance, Sparda brightened, wiggling his hips slightly, "Not anyone? May I address you, brother? Please?" he leaned up on his toes, closer to Mundus, an eager look in his eyes. Once again, the younger devil seemed entirely unphased by Mundus' strictness. Honestly, he just wanted the elder's attention. Like usual.
Oh man, if Mundus even knew he wasnât in the castle, he was going to get in trouble⌠hopefully Griffon wouldnât eat and regurgitate him, that was always disgustingâŚ
At the mention of his name, Sparda looked back up at Dante, âWhy did I come here? I am tired of being cooped up.â a proud scoff as the teen crossed his arms, âI will not be eaten or violated, my brother is just paranoid.â
    A good majority of what the boy just said went over Danteâs head.
                  "What,"
     He had no idea what was going on other than.. He probably didnât want to know.
                  "Well yea. Duh. Youâre in the human realm. Humans only look to violate. Maybe a stray demon might want to eat you but theyâre usually nothing.. âThreateningâ,"
     Dante told the kid and- Was this really how Sparda was as a kid? Wow.
The young devil stared at Dante, his brow furrowing further the more concerned he became from Dante talking.
"Humans... do what now? Why?" play it cool, don't show that you're totally new at interacting with other people... even if it was pretty obvious already, "Are you sure humans do that, too?" he didn't even seemed slightly concerned about any demons possibly eating him at some point.
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â You know I do. Why bother asking?â The elder devil sighed, mostly at the purpose disregard of his name pronunciation. He should know the routine by now. There was no getting anywhere being content with oneâs power level. Rolling a stiffening shoulder to wake up the muscles, Mundus glanced over at the mopey devil and his broody demeanor. Another, harsh sigh caught his bangs before asking,â Did you⌠want to come? â
Sparda pursed his lips and furrowed his brow at the confirmation, crossing his arms and slouching slightly. Stupid training grounds were always taking up Mundusâ time⌠However, at the older maleâs question, Sparda perked up, smile replacing the pout and straightening his back, âYou would let me come with you?â
â On the grounds that you stay out of the way and out of trouble. â The Elder warns solemnly, a finger immediately pointed at the center of the younger brotherâs face once his previous actions was immediately ceased. A narrow in his gaze held a dark and foreboding hint of what would come should he act on his normal habits when his back was turned. â Give me your word. â Mundus imposes on him if the other truly wishes to tag along.
The teenager looked thoughtful at that and nodded, "May I stay with you then? Then it will be a guarantee that I behave." though that was just an excuse to stay by his brother, what he really wanted. He didn't seem much phased by the finger pointed at his face, other than smiling up at Mundus, pale eyes bright and still naive.
"Do not be ridiculous. Rebellion and Yamato are always at the castle." Sparda squinted at Dante, "What is Kool-Aid? I assume it is a liquid of some sort since you said âsippingâ." Now that he was calmer once more, he was trying to figure out the conundrum before him. One part of him felt eerily similar to himself and Mundus, not just because he is part devil, but the energy itself specifically⌠at least Sparda knew what that other part of him is now. How exciting~
    Now he was certain beyond the shadow of a doubt that the pint-sized demon was off its fucking rocker. Why it was even still hanging around him, Dante had no idea. He wasnât exactly a demon person, but despite telling it to fuck off countless times, âSpardaâ remained. âWhatever you say, dude⌠Might wanna lay off whatever it is youâre takinâ.â
       Rebellion was nowhere but with him specifically, where it belonged. It wasnât on his back currently but the energy of it was still there as it always was. âDonât you have parents or somethingâ? Or whatever gross things like you come from.â
My, there were so many more energies than he was used to... did the humans suddenly breed like rabbits? He was starting to get tired... he thought he could feel Rebellion but... only barely. Was he nearby? What happened to being at the castle? Perhaps he was just misjudging though...
"What? No - my father is a floozy and I do not have a mother. I just have my brother, Mundus, and Yamato and Rebellion." Sparda paused and motioned to his hip, "And Force Edge." then he muttered under his breath, "Gross? I bathe frequently. Humans are gross, they don't bathe often."
