Two Devils and One God

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of Final Fantasy VII. They are the property of Square Enix and Sony. Nor do I own any characters of Devil May Cry, they belong to Capcom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Pairing: Angeal/Genesis
W A R N I N G: This is about male/male relationships. I'm letting you know now what the relationships WILL contain. So, if you are AGAINST such pairings, please find something else more to your liking, you have been WARNED.

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Beta-read by: Mitts. Thank you again, my dear for taking on another fic with me. Any mistakes after she has completed her work are mine.

N O T E S: I apologize for not updating as I should. Truth be told, I completely forgot that I had written this chapter. Plus, I've had some things going on in my personal life that has been a trial. If any have read the latest chapter of Family it pretty much explains what's been going on with me. Enough of my endless chatter.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 5: Confrontation

Bolts of blue electricity ripped the ground asunder. Loud eerie screeching echoed as wraiths swung their scythes cutting down buildings, cars, people, just about anything that stood in their way. And at the top most building stood a dark figure, sword in hand watching its' minions do their work on the feeble town.

Gunshots rings ricocheted off walls then red beams of light followed with an explosion of power.

He knew who was down there, the one person that he didn't want to see at this time, his rival.

"Dante," he whispered, the name was carried down by the wind to the other's sensitive ears.

The white haired man glanced up to the dark figure, a smirk tugging gently on his lips. "Well, hello to you to, Vergil."

Without a second thought, Vergil jumped from his high vantage point, landing a few feet from Dante. The ground shattered under his tremendous force. Dust kicked up around them.

More people were loitering about watching them.

Tifa, Cid, Yuffie, and Barret were the main ones trying to get close to hear what they were saying as they spoke in low tones in order for no one could over hear what was being said. Not only that, that guy still needed to pay his bill and Tifa wasn't about to let him skip out on paying, she had a business to run, not a charity fund.

"So, bro, what does the high and mighty Mundus have you doing now? I thought for sure that you would have left that asshole by now and come back home."

"And do what, Dante? Be a demon slayer like you? How would father feel knowing that his own flesh and blood is killing his own kind?"

"Get real, Verge! Demons are nothing but a nuisance and you damn well know it! Father despises them for their hatred of humans. Why do you think he left the Underworld?" Dante lashed out.

"Father left because of his love for mother, plain and simple. He was not devoted to Mundus-"

"And neither are you!" Dante shouted, aiming Ivory at his brother while the other held Rebellion in a tight grip.

The group of humans stared at one other, Cid lean back whispering, "Are you following any of this bullshit?"

Both Tifa and Yuffie nodded their heads; Barret just stared at the siblings blankly, nonetheless the dark-skinned man caught the jest of the conversation.

"My choice to stay in the Underworld is of my own freewill, just as you chose to stay here among mortals to protect them, Dante, but I must cut our reunion short, I'm looking for someone-"

It didn't take Dante long to figure out what was going on with his brother. "Mundus has you under contract, doesn't he?"

Vergil said nothing, his younger brother had guessed correctly, but he was not going to admit that out loud for the arrogant little snot.

"Damn it, Verge! What did you do to get mixed up with him?"

"Maybe some other time, little brother, but really-"

Another explosion toppled the main town's dedication memorial. The large bronze statue fell over with a monstrous bang, scaring those who didn't have enough sense to take cover when the wraiths were out.

Cid and the gang looked to the town's square. The sight was not encouraging.

Standing at six foot one, ankle length silver hair danced in the wind. Metallic pauldrons on each shoulder was attached with crisscross straps underneath, the leather duster the hid a great deal of the lithe body was fastened by one clasp that showed a small span of taut pectorals. Both Dante's and Vergil's assessment didn't end there; silver grey eyes lingered on indecent places continuing their upward and downward appraisal. Knee high black leather boots were fastened with belted buckles above and below the strikingly handsome man's knees.

But what caught the brothers' attention was the gleaming long sword—Masamune. Their father had showed them a picture of the infamous blade. Legend foretold the destruction of the world should any human wield the powerful weapon.

The young Spardas laughed it off as a bed time story their father liked to tell them just to get them to go to sleep but now looking at the sword, it seemed that the legend was indeed fact.

"Verge," Dante whispered under his breath.

"Shush, you idiot!"

"But Vergil…"

"I said be quiet!" Vergil hissed through clinched teeth.

Simultaneously, the brother's struck at each other. Blades clash with a thunderous boom. The point of contact was heating up but they didn't care.

"You know that I never was one to listen to you, Verge," Dante taunted.

"Your big mouth is going to get you in trouble one day, Dante, and as for our friend over there…" Vergil cut steel grey eyes in the tall man's direction, he still hadn't moved from his position. "…he some how acquired the sword from the one who I was sent to retrieve. Now, get out of my way or I will be force to kill you," the older Sparda threatened.

The rain didn't ease up at all. The drops soaked both of the brother's hair making it very obvious to all that they were identical.

"We either work together on this, Verge, and you came back home with me, or I'll have to send your ass back to Mundus in pieces," Dante countered.

The smile that lit Vergil's face was not promising to Dante at all; in fact, it was something that the younger twin had always feared when they were growing up.

"Very well, little brother, have it your way."

That was all the warning that Dante got when Vergil punched him in the gut sending him back into a torn out building falling unconscious at the hard impact.

Vergil swiftly turned to face his new opponent.

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to tell me where you got your sword," Vergil asked in his own friendly sort of way.

The other didn't acknowledge that he had heard the statement. Green cat-like eyes dilated in silent fury. Who in their right mind would demand such a thing of him? Apparently this fool thought that he could ask but obviously, other male didn't know who he was dealing with.

Walking a ways to the man, Vergil gauged him. "You're not human. Where is Chaos?"

Chaos? The name was unfamiliar to Sephiroth. And what made this lower being think that he wasn't human?

"I know not of who you speak of, but you are not welcomed here. This town is under Shinra's protection, leave here quietly or die."

"Then under the circumstances, the down pour of rain is a perfect day to begin a send off," Vergil said as he launch himself at the man.

But Vergil was taking by surprise as the silver headed one dodge his attack with ease, tripping him, holding his sword at his throat.

Cutting mercury eyes to him, Sephiroth clearly saw the anger. He must not be use to losing.

But he didn't have time to say anything else as another blade was rammed through his chest. "Hey, buddy, I don't take kindly to other people threatening my brother and I really don't appreciate the fact of him be killed by any body but me!"

Dante plunged his sword deeper until the hilt of it was the man's back, before he could pull his sword out; he was once again thrown backwards.

"DANTE!" Vergil called out distressed for his brother. This was their fight. No one was to meddle in the affairs of warring devils.

Vergil looked up to see three more figures with swords and another four with pistols.

Probably for the first time in years Vergil laughed. He was out numbered, but the odds weren't against him.

"And you must be back up?" Vergil sneered at new arrivals, the aura around him flickered. Misty hues of black and blue swirled about his body. "Well, gentlemen, come and meet your maker."

Wraiths zipped around them as Vergil hysterically laughed. "I will bring this city to its knees, unless you give me Chaos!" he shouted.

The name echoed around them.

"We never heard of this Chaos, so go find some other town to destroy!"

Quicksilver eyes cut to the spiky haired youth. However, Vergil didn't get to reply as harsh growling filled the air. Turning he saw the one being that always make his blood sing with life.

He smiled. Mirth danced in his otherwise unemotional eyes. "Come for me, Dante."

The twins launched at another. Sharp fangs and claws tore at exposed skin, wings fluttered about sending them higher into the heavens—for now the fighting devils ignored their human audience.

Calmly walking over to his fellow SOLDIERS, Sephiroth asked, "What is going on?"

"I don't… Rufus informed us that there was trouble here and asked that Genesis, Zack, and I give you hand," Angeal answered keeping a constant watch on the brothers.

"Yeah, Seph, what the hell are those things?" Zack asked. Looking his friend over, finding no fatal wounds, but the lavish trench coat was ruined with a sizable tear.

Silver-grey hair shook negatively. "Devils."

"Huh?"

"I—I can't explain it, but something tells me that those two are not who they seem to be," Sephiroth said then quickly turning as he heard the approach of a motorcycle.

"The devil lays in waiting for his son, the child Chaos will not be found in time for he is bound to a mortal…" Genesis softly recited.

"Chaos?" Angeal whispered. "Genesis, what do you know about Chaos."

"He will destroy this world." Genesis turned from them, shouldering his rapier leaving the others to watch him disappear from view.

"What the hell is going?" the lithe blond exclaimed jumping off his bike.

"Hey, Cloud! You, my friend, have missed all the action," Zack said grinning as he saw Sephiroth's murderous gaze.

Tifa, Yuffie, Barret, and Cid circled their friend immediately overloading Cloud with questions of why he didn't tell them of his meeting.

"You know, Seph…" Zack started easing closer to his superior. "…it's not polite to hate someone you don't know."

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Zack," Sephiroth replied uninterested at the spectacle the group was making of themselves.

No other words were spoken as a body came pummeling to the earth.

Gliding down to land gracefully on clawed feet, Vergil transformed into his human form. Breathing heavily with open wounds that were bleeding freely, he lowered himself into the massive crater cradling the unmoving form of Dante.

A cut on Dante's temple streamed crimson on the side of his face as his right arm hung limply at his side, but Vergil didn't seem to notice or quite possibly he didn't care.

"Sorry to end our little… chat, but rest assured, I will be back," Vergil promised before stepping into a fissure void that opened up behind him.

Right at the very last moment, Tifa cried out, "Hey, what about my money!"

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Far away, blissfully unaware of what was going in the city of Midgar, sad scarlet orbs gazed solemnly at the shimmering emerald of crystallized mako that served as frozen tomb to the one that still holds his heart.

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A/N: Well how was that? Sorry it took me such a long time to update but I've been busy with real life and that's never fun. At any rate, tell me what you think. Did you like Sephiroth's entrance? Does any body know what's happening between Vergil and Dante? No? Well, if you want to know stay tuned for the next chapter.

Nemesis