( He's trying to be careful with this conversation here. He knows how he and his brother differ in their opinions and views of their father, but. Nero had asked about his grandfather and the youngest son of Sparda hadn't wanted to not say anything when he had, so. The old man is on his mind as of late, especially with two generations of Sparda's bloodline being under one roof currently. That his bloodlineβ his family had, in fact, survived and finally found each other.
What would he think if he could see them now? What would their mother think if she could see them together like this? It's a depressing thought, more concerning her and, how like he'd said to Nero, she had deserved so much better than the hand the cards had dealt her that day. Maybe if he hadn't been such a little brat to his brother, Vergil wouldn't have run off to get away from his annoying little brother and she wouldn't have left to go look for him... she wouldn't have been killed and he wouldn't continuously have nightmares of her screams over the years while he hid, trembling and scared in a closet. That's his fault and he carries that with him every day.
But he should have been there. Sparda should have been there and he's never quite forgiven their old man for just leaving them when he was supposed to protect them. They're his sons β they carry his demonic blood in their veins, but they were kids at the time and there was too many of them. Yet no matter how many times he tries to tell himself that, he still can't help but feel the guilt for what had happened all because he wanted his brother's attention. He shouldn't feel that. Sparda should, for not being there for them. But how's a guy or demon supposed to feel that if he was already dead at the time?
He stares to the bottle there resting at his leg β listens to Vergil's thoughts on whether or not their father might somehow still be alive after all this time, and he huffs before he brings the bottle up to his lips, pausing. )
So much for being the legendary dark knight, huh? Wonder what punk demon took him out.
( Sparda had disappeared before Mundus struck. That was the whole reason why Mundus struck. The demon had caught wind of Sparda's sudden disappearance and saw it as an opportune moment to send his lackeys after the dark knight's family. Had it been Mundus who had finally exacted his revenge of their old man, the demon would have gloated about it, he's for damn sure about that.
There's the possibility maybe he'd ended up trapped somewhere. Portals to the underworld are a dime a dozen if you know how to open them and Sparda was known to open and close a few in his time. But Vergil's right. If that were the case, they would have heard something about that, he figures. Rumors or legends of him stepping into some portal somewhere at some point. He doesn't go searching the world for traces of his old man, but. He keeps an ear to the ground for anything pertaining to him. He always has and he's always come up with next to nothing but stories he'd already heard before. The Order of the Sword had really been the closest thing to anything "new" regarding him, even if that had more been a trap for him than anything else.
He takes a long swig of his drink β licks over his lips as he rests it against his leg again and he falls silent as pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes falling shut. )
I shouldn't have bothered you that day... ( The words are slow and soft to leave him, as if he's unsure if he should even say them to begin with, but. Damn that kid of Vergil's. ) ...mom went looking for you because I wouldn't leave you alone. ( Again, there's a stretch of silence and he lets go a shaky breath as he his hand drops away from his face. ) That's my fault. You leaving, mom looking for you... that's my fault.
( And so it all goes back to whether or not Vergil would really want his brother to live with him again. Why he'd been so unsure when the offer was made. Live your life here where he doesn't have to be a thorn in his side like back then. )
cw: continued mentions of death, depression, childhood trauma
What would he think if he could see them now? What would their mother think if she could see them together like this? It's a depressing thought, more concerning her and, how like he'd said to Nero, she had deserved so much better than the hand the cards had dealt her that day. Maybe if he hadn't been such a little brat to his brother, Vergil wouldn't have run off to get away from his annoying little brother and she wouldn't have left to go look for him... she wouldn't have been killed and he wouldn't continuously have nightmares of her screams over the years while he hid, trembling and scared in a closet. That's his fault and he carries that with him every day.
But he should have been there. Sparda should have been there and he's never quite forgiven their old man for just leaving them when he was supposed to protect them. They're his sons β they carry his demonic blood in their veins, but they were kids at the time and there was too many of them. Yet no matter how many times he tries to tell himself that, he still can't help but feel the guilt for what had happened all because he wanted his brother's attention. He shouldn't feel that. Sparda should, for not being there for them. But how's a guy or demon supposed to feel that if he was already dead at the time?
He stares to the bottle there resting at his leg β listens to Vergil's thoughts on whether or not their father might somehow still be alive after all this time, and he huffs before he brings the bottle up to his lips, pausing. )
So much for being the legendary dark knight, huh? Wonder what punk demon took him out.
( Sparda had disappeared before Mundus struck. That was the whole reason why Mundus struck. The demon had caught wind of Sparda's sudden disappearance and saw it as an opportune moment to send his lackeys after the dark knight's family. Had it been Mundus who had finally exacted his revenge of their old man, the demon would have gloated about it, he's for damn sure about that.
There's the possibility maybe he'd ended up trapped somewhere. Portals to the underworld are a dime a dozen if you know how to open them and Sparda was known to open and close a few in his time. But Vergil's right. If that were the case, they would have heard something about that, he figures. Rumors or legends of him stepping into some portal somewhere at some point. He doesn't go searching the world for traces of his old man, but. He keeps an ear to the ground for anything pertaining to him. He always has and he's always come up with next to nothing but stories he'd already heard before. The Order of the Sword had really been the closest thing to anything "new" regarding him, even if that had more been a trap for him than anything else.
He takes a long swig of his drink β licks over his lips as he rests it against his leg again and he falls silent as pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes falling shut. )
I shouldn't have bothered you that day... ( The words are slow and soft to leave him, as if he's unsure if he should even say them to begin with, but. Damn that kid of Vergil's. ) ...mom went looking for you because I wouldn't leave you alone. ( Again, there's a stretch of silence and he lets go a shaky breath as he his hand drops away from his face. ) That's my fault. You leaving, mom looking for you... that's my fault.
( And so it all goes back to whether or not Vergil would really want his brother to live with him again. Why he'd been so unsure when the offer was made. Live your life here where he doesn't have to be a thorn in his side like back then. )