#vergilsparda

But safe to say you’d handled a lot at your time here

It came with the job, literally since Dante mentioned in that dreaded job description that “supplies may need to be cleaned”

Though it didn’t mention of demon innards that needed to be cleaned off the “supplies” nor that “supplies” would be literal actual god damn swords

Something you would quickly come to learn after being hired

But you digress, handling weapons came with dmc

Thus you cleaned, sharpened and polished a lot of them

Typically you did them on weekends or Wednesday

It was actually something you’d come to enjoy after awhile

Comparatively speaking cleaning weapons was a whole lot different to cleaning the floors in a literal sense

But there was also something spiritually different about it as well that you’d come to learn and appreciate over time

And in some cases literally

Rebellion

The first of all swords you’d come to eventually wipe down and polish, to put it simply Rebellion is a bit weird

But you’d come to understand it’s because some part of it is oddly alive and tied to Dante

In the days before its subsequent awakening alongside Dante at the temen-ni-Gru tower there was an odd sense of energy stored in it

When you cleaned it back then you could feel an almost pulsating sensation as you wiped down its flat surface

It thrummed under your fingertips

Not in an intimidating way, but moreso like a beating heart

You actually tested it out once but it matched Dante’s heartbeat perfectly

They pulsated in sync under your hands

And matched in untapped power yet to bloom

Both speeding up under your gentle touch to his chest and it’s blade

In those early days you were a bit unnerved by the feeling

Admittedly it was a lot

But like with Dante you came to appreciate it

Rebellion even in its unawakened state offered an odd sense of company and protection

Sometimes depending on the mission Dante would leave you with it since he wanted a challenge

So he’d head off with only ebony and ivory leaving you with the sword

Typically he’d prop it up against the desk

But if he was feeling particularly cheeky or thought you were overworking yourself he’d put it on the table so you wouldn’t be able to work

You’d be remiss to say you couldn’t easily move the hunk of demonic metal

Nor would it seemingly let you since it seemed to weigh even more than it usually would in those moment

Could’ve even sworn the skeletal face seemed to smirk at you nearly blowing out your back attempting to lift it up and then giving up

Instead opting to sit down as it stayed propped up or laid on the desk

As you either relaxed or did work it gave you company

Watching diligently as its silver edge reflected the light and anything in the darkness

It’s a lot like Dante in the quiet moments when silence besides the jukebox permeated in the yet to be named shop

It’s not threatening, at least to you

And yet rebellion has some sort of edge of humour with it as Dante does

You swear it sometimes reflects light into your eyes to mess with you subtly

But before it’s awakening it doesn’t go beyond that

Afterwards is a bit different though

Rebellion changes as Dante does

When you wipe it down now instead of just about ripe energy about to burst it’s warm

It could be the dead of winter and the blade would be a pleasant warmth against your cold skin

It’s a warmth that’s never too hot yet is overwhelming in how it feels like a warm kiss pressed against your fingertips as you drag them on its edge

Rebellion feels more alive than before if that’s even possible

It still beats with Dante’s pulse yet now it reflects the warmth he has wholeheartedly

Instead of being cold it’s now ignited with his power

His blood awakening the sword or vice versa when he and the sword joined together in a violent display by Vergils hand

It’s red eyes glow a gentle hue when your around

Less an intimidating bright red like when in battle but more of a softened rouge

Like old rose petals or almost ripe strawberries

They follow you around the room when it’s hung up or left behind by Dante to guard the shop

Like an ever present guardian even if Dante’s in the other room

That’s not even mentioning how when you grab the hilt of the sword you swear you feel the phantom sensation of Dante’s hands gripping yours

You know it’s his by the distinct scars that line his palms you’d felt a thousand times before

The phantom sensation guides your hands as you swing its blade against potential foes or to ensure you don’t accidentally hurt yourself

Only going away as your hands let go and place it down

Yet even then it’s warm touch lingers like a silent goodbye

It’s red eyes shinning in a kind of pride at you

Through the years even when not in use rebellion grows to feel like an old friend

Each time you clean it of blood or polish it from the dust there’s a sort of companionship similar to Dante you feel towards the maybe not to inanimate object

It protects you

Watches

And it also listens as well

When alone for hours to days on end due to Dante being on a mission you sometimes talk with the sword

Maybe that would’ve made you crazy had you not realized it replied back and being crazy was already apart of the job description when being around Dante

Rebel doesn’t reply vocally but instead physically with how it’s eyes shifted and blinked

One blink meant yes, two meant a no

Thus you talked with Rebel back and forth with yes or no questions

You gauged a lot from the demon sword

It preferred a certain type of wax that you used to polish it compared to others and it seemed to enjoy when you’d talk about your day

It also liked when you played the same favourite songs of Dante’s and put on cheesy action flicks for it to watch as Dante would

It also liked beef jerky

Like a lot

You one day fed rebellion out a simple curiosity about if it could eat since it technically had a head and teeth

Something rebellion didn’t know of either

And since then rebel had taken a liking to beef jerky of all things

How it ate neither you nor the sword knew

You just both accepted it

It was funny when Dante found out though

Dante nearly had a brain aneurysm when he one day walked in on you feeding rebellion beef jerky of all things

The sword’s metallic skull chomping down on the beef as you a it stared at him like he walked in and interrupted something

It was that day he learned that not only did the sword have some level of consciousness past it being somewhat tied to his soul (thanks Sparda) this entire time but also explained the phantom feeling of hot breath on his neck sometimes (from the few times you cleaned a smudge and didn’t have cleaner on hand)

(And the phantom feeling of your finger dragging down his chest or god forbid your lips on his neck when you’d give the sword a small smooch as a thank you for protecting Dante)

That explained a lot from over the years

(Something Dante’s seemingly not over as rebellion keeps giving him knowing looks when he flirts and it goes completely over your head)

Yamato

You have a tricky history with the Yamato considering your initial encounter with Vergil wasn’t the most friendly

Having a real god damn ass katana used to threaten you wasn’t exactly fun

But such is life

Or such is your life at least

Before Vergil became…a little less apprehensive to your existence the sword was just plain intimidating

If Rebellion is warm and showy then Yamato is cold and sleek

The swords are opposites in every way like the brothers their tied to

Yamato reflects and cuts with precision

The sword leaks sophistication and radiates a certain loneliness to it

The first few times you see it the demonic katana looks almost like frosted glass

The way it reflects things is blurry even though it’s cleaned and obviously well loved and maintained by Vergil

Your like a monet painting in its showing of the world, as if your unimportant to have any detail to you besides general shape and form

But after you discuss poetry with Vergil the next few times you see Yamato feel…different

It reflects you a bit more clear now in the few moments you see it in use

Particularly when Vergil protects you from demons lurking in the dark

It only becomes more and more clear the more you talk with him

The more he seemed to tolerate you quite literally reflects back in how Yamato shows you

Under moonlight and rain Yamato reflects booth the moon and you in its blade with mirror-like clearness

It angles it to make the moon your halo behind your head

The full moons haze and glow making you seem almost angelic as the onslaught of raindrops created diamond-like shimmers ever few seconds

It’s the type of thing you’d see in a masterpiece painting of the renaissance

Hear about in poems

The type of thing artists would die to capture

And Yamato shows it all

It paints this beautiful picture of you and your not sure why

You don’t get much time to process it after that when Dante comes to fight Vergil and rescue you

Eventually when Vergil ends up in hell and the Yamato somehow ends up breaking within that 10 year time period between the tower and mallet island you somehow find a large shard of the sword

You wake up one morning and find it sat on your other pillow

Reflecting your opening eyes with a clarity that isn’t given to the rest of you

Your face is muddied and a blur no matter how much you clean that small shard

Yet your eyes remain crystal clear

It’s odd and unsettles you

But such is life when it comes to the Sparda brothers

Especially Vergil

Even Dante is puzzled by it all

But you continue on with that shard

That piece of Vergil

However small or unimportant to him you hold onto it

You hold onto Those memories as well even if you were nothing but a nuisance to him

And in that small shard you keep fading until nothing but your eyes remain clear

The rest is but smoke and mirrors

Unintelligible blobs of colour

And then mallet island happens

And you grasp that shard when returning home with Dante

Holding it tightly even if it would cut and bleed

And yet it doesn’t, the piece of the Yamato won’t cut your skin

It just lays in your palm soaked in tears as years pass and things continue on

You still hold onto it

Not realizing as years pass things begin to become more clear again

Still muddied but eventually becoming unclouded

And then it’s absorbed by Nero’s devil arm after being collected and put together mostly in tact by the order of the sword

The final piece being held by you

Finally putting it back together

That should have been that

Yet Weirdly enough even when it was absorbed by Nero’s demon arm due to whole next of kin stuff you swore it’s energy still attempted to find you

The blue part of his arm becoming brighter when we you were near

Small tendrils of light and energy reaching out

That’s Not to mention the few times you and Nero got into some demon trouble and before either of you knew it that arm was wrenching you away from danger before either of you could react

He says it’s probably his instincts and you nod, smiling at him but in the back of your head you pray that maybe somewhere out there it’s a sign Vergil was alive

If rebellion was seemingly tied spiritually to Dante then maybe the same was for Vergil and Yamato

And maybe the way the Yamato infused arm shot out to save you multiple times was a sign of…something

At the time you could only hope

But when Dante and Vergil came back from hell the user himself had confirmed that Yamato was also tied to him as rebellion was to Dante

Vergil is protective of his sword

Relatively rightly so after he one day told you of what exactly happened the night of Eva’s death

For years the Yamato was all Vergil had

And you can respect why he doesn’t let anyone touch…expect for some reason you

Yeah Nico is a bit salty that “Mr grouch over there” lets you hold and examine Yamato and not her

You’ve had to draw her diagrams and let her look over your shoulder as Vergil let you hold it

Yamato in your grasp feels as if you hold Vergils everything

When you grasp it you know it means a lot to him

If rebellion is Dante’s heart then Yamato is Vergils soul

It’s heavy in your hands

Yet Yamato at the same time is light as a feather

Almost as if elated to be held by you

It reflects you now with a clarity not seen in years but like atop the tower it almost idealizes you in the reflection

The way it reflects light and the background warping to accentuate you in it

It’s odd

But flattering

When you mention this to Vergil he stares at the sword and how it shows you

(Unbeknownst to you in its reflection your angled to appear much closer to Vergil)

He shakes his head but colour floods his cheeks

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