dragon may cry

Xhalla, Qarth.

As Xhalla was making her way to the market to ply her trade, just as she did any other day, she saw something was off. Instead of the citizens warming up to another day by exchanging pleasantries in open conversation, the tone between them was anxious, furtive and evasive. People talked in hushed tones about something. Did these people wake up to a tragedy?

Progressing further down the streets, the surreptitious story unfolded with each passing step: some people wounded, others with their inventory ransacked; some ranting about dragons, some about demons; even a couple of horses running blindly in her opposite direction, nearly trampling some passerbys. It was a catastrophe. She pressed on. If nothing else, she had to investigate if her stall suffered any damage as well in whatever calamity the city endured. Making her way to the district where she sells her goods, a crowd blocked her advance, shouting something. Her height came at an advantage, as she stood on the tips of her fingers to see the situation unfolding in the eye of the storm: Two silver-haired men surrounded by dozens of Qartheen soldiers aiming lances at them.

"You are to come with us to answer for your crimes!" the commander of the unit issued his orders. The crimson coated man smiled while his indigo companion gripped what was likely a sword.

"You'll find us not so easily cowed." the shorter haired one shot back grimly. His companion just raised his hands.

"This was all an accident, we mean no harm." The smiling man in red added. "We would just like to know where we are and we'll be on our merry way."

"How many cities have you leveled this way just by seeking directions, dragonspawn?" The commander said. "No more will you wander around causing chaos. You will meet justice this day!"

As the soldiers began to advance, a gaunt figure in tattered clothes ran through the breach in the wall shouting something, drawing everyone's attention.

"The house of the Undying is destroyed! The House of the Undying! Our beautiful palace has been leveled by two demons wearing human forms. One blue one red!" The madman raved. "They clashed like fire and ice, destroying our palaaaaAAAAA RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" The warlock ran back from whence he emerged, tripping a few times in the process.

The house of the Undying destroyed? Xhalla thought the eerie fortress a blight upon their vibrant city, so she was grateful to them for improving the scenery, but to believe that these two have demolished the house of warlocks? The claim that they tore down a piece of the wall by themselves seems trivial in comparison. And the soldiers that bravely encircled them seem to falter in their resolve. If they can level such a building in minutes, what could they do to the entire city?

"That man needs some professional help." The red one added wittily.

"You have torn down a place for the learning of mystical arts, as well as upset the integrity of our city's defenses. Arrest them!" He commanded with only a faint touch of fear in his voice.

"I don't have time for this." The blue one said as he began to surge with a blue energy. The soldiers froze in their advance and the citizenry began to cautiously leave before they became collateral damage. The red one put a hand on his shoulders, giving him a concerned look before retracting, which seemed to calm the blue one down.

The blue one then proceeded to unsheathe his sword in a flash, hold it upright behind his back and throw the scabbard at the encirclement. One by one the soldiers fell on the ground, tripped by the spinning scabbard as it toppled every soldier but the commander. Xhalla and the crowds could only stare in disbelief as the man humiliated a large portion of the city guard before catching the sheathe and elegantly putting the sword back in it.

"Your soldiers should learn to keep their balance before keeping the city peace. Bother someone else, we're leaving." he said smugly to the red-faced commander. He advanced past the fallen soldiers and right past Xhalla, giving her a judging expression once she scrambled to make way for the mysterious swordsman, along with dozens of citizens.

The red swordsman slightly chuckled as he followed his companion and with him exited the city.

Dante, The Red Waste.

"You put up quite a little show there, big bro." Dante said to Vergil. "Do you know where your dramatic walkout leads you, though?"

"Out of here." Verge replied brusquely as ever. It surprised Dante how all of Vergil's courtesies never taught him to be actually courteous.

"Here as in this desert, or this city, or this planet, or perhaps this universe…?" Dante began listing possible details about Vergil's answers before he was cut off by Vergil leveling his favored katana – Yamato – at him.

"You made your point, Dante." Vergil acknowledged. "I'm hoping to find a city that would cooperate with us and not demand our heads on a platter."

"Any idea where to find one?" Dante asked.

"We could ask those travelers where they come from." Vergil said as he pointed at the approaching caravan of vagabonds.

"Sounds good, just let me do the talking this time." Dante said as he want past him to greet the travelers and Vergil followed behind.

"Greetings, travelers! I…" Dante froze upon seeing the travelers. Specifically, the petite, silver haired girl who wouldn't look out of place in a family photo with him. Gazing further at her, he noticed her peculiar set of violet eyes that were staring at him in equal amounts of shock as he had upon noticing her. Vergil's reaction wasn't in line with his curtness, looking at her with a sudden surprise his face hadn't demonstrated since childhood.

"Will you gawk all day or will you introduce yourselves?" An older man in armor asked, probably her guardian, Dante assumed. Snapping out of his stupor, he resumed:

"I am Dante, and this is my brother, Vergil. We're looking for a city to stop by. Know any in the vicinity?" Dante finished, looking at the girl the most as he talked, who has also regained her composure.

"I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. We are headed to Qarth, traveling across the Red Wastes, which should be in the direction you came from. Have you not encountered it?" Daenerys answered with a smile. She couldn't be over sixteen, Dante assumed.

"Qarth has suffered a little disaster, I don't suggest you go there, their hospitality is lacking." Dante explained.

"Forgive me for asking but where do you hail from? It's rare to see people with Valyrian features speak the Common tongue? Are you part of a royal house?" There's that term again. Valyrian. Daenerys asked a question Dante had no way to explain without sounding insane. Then again, they did have warlocks back there, so magic might be a perfectly acceptable explanation?

"We hail from a land far away and descend from the House of Sparda" Dante responded with a flourish. "Where are you from, lady Targaryen?" Dante asked.

"Come now, surely this mysterious land is familiar to one of us." Daenerys said through a smile, hoping to get more out of Dante's answer.

"Well, one day I might even show you the beauty of America, but until then, it shall remain a mystery." Dante replied.

"America…" Daenerys repeated, rolling the word, as if sampling a new dish. Many of her escorts looked to each other, hoping one of them might know something about this fabled land, but instead of answers, only shrugs were exchanged.

"How do we know if what you say is true? It's also possible that this land doesn't exist and you two have a more… mundane homeland." The man interjected again, suspicion in his eyes.

"I speak the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, your honor." Dante answered in a mocking solemnity. "Besides, if I really was a fraud going out of his way to invent a whole continent from which he originates, would I really confess that easily?"

The knight didn't like the answer but nodded all the same.

"Please excuse Ser Jorah. We have suffered much in these past few weeks." Daenerys apologized for her bodyguard. "You can come with us to Qarth. Perhaps they won't deny their hospitality to a crowd of us?"

"I don't think we will help you state your case there, lady." Dante responded. "They really don't like us over there. What about Yi Ti?" Dante remembered what he heard from his summoner.

"We won't make the trip. We're on our last breath. Qarth is our only option." The gruff old man called Jorah replies.

"Alright then... Remember to tell them it wasn't our fault and we're sorry, alright?" Dante said, puzzling the group and earning a glower from his brother.

"Before we go, I just want to know why your brother doesn't talk. Is everything well with him?" Daenerys asked.

"My brother wanted to speak for the both of us, I merely honored his wish." Vergil answered before Dante could think up of something embarrassing.

"He is lucky to have such a caring brother, then." Daenerys said, making Dante subtly scoff. "I wish you luck in your journeys."

"Safe travels, Dante and Vergil. Until we meet again." The old knight added, finally showing some warmth in his tone.

"Good luck in Qarth, don't forget to call them jerks!" Dante quipped. Vergil merely nodded to the travelers and turned his back, donning his travel coat, and continuing his trek across the sands.

Once the travelers faded into the horizon, Dante turned to Vergil and asked: "You think this is where dad came?"

"Hard to say, but I doubt it. I did sense something about her, though. Perhaps a distant cousin?" Vergil explained.

"Dunno." Dante shrugged. "Anyways, the summoning guy said Qarth was south of the Red Waste, and those guys didn't look like they had a fun time traveling through it. What do you say we go west?"

"Let's go." Vergil nodded as they began their walk west.

Vergil, The Red Waste.

As Vergil made his trek across the desert, his mind could finally be preoccupied with something other than combat. Something Dante had no intention of allowing.

"Are you enjoying the hike?" Dante asked. It was nothing more than a setup to another question.

"Not when I have to answer your questions." Vergil replied.

"I see…" Dante said, pausing shortly before continuing. "So, you'd rather walk instead of, y'know, use our forms to fly to the nearest town?" Dante asked again.

"Yes." Vergil answered. He paused before speaking again: "Truthfully, even if I was in a hurry like you, I would prefer we kept our Devil Triggers a secret. I imagine people here wouldn't react well to us swooping down on them."

Dante stared at him for a while, but said nothing. Even he had to agree to keep a low profile for now. The two continued walking in silence or a blessed while, before Dante piped up again.

"That girl, she couldn't have been older than sixteen…" Dante began. "You think she has something to do with us?"

"Maybe. If she has some latent power…" Vergil considered.

"Oh no. You're not bringing her to open up another portal to the underworld." Dante interrupted his thoughts, assuming the worst.

"No, Dante, of course not. But if she was the key to getting back to Earth?" Vergil asked, out of curiosity.

"Then I'd recommend you get used to the local cuisine for a while." Dante answered. "Man, I'm starving."

"Don't tell me you like the girl. You just met her, she is but a child." Vergil poked around to see why Dante won't let go of the girl. "Do your paternal instincts need sating or do you simply wish to find someone for Nero?"

"First of all, Nero already has a wife." Dante said, taking Vergil by surprise. "Wait, you don't know?"

"You thought I was joking about the grandkids?" Dante laughed, irritating Vergil who grunted in response.

"Go to hell." Vergil added. The blessed silence resumed for a short while, before Dante spoke up again.

"How do you think they will fare in that city?" Dante asked.

"Poorly." Vergil resumed his brusque answers.

"Really? Why do you think so?" Dante asked again.

Vergil stopped and turned around before saying: "Why don't you ask them yourself?"

Dante spun around, noticing the motley crew trailing behind them.

Daenerys Targaryen, The Red Waste

The sheer nerve of those Qartheen officials to not only reject their pleas, but to sic their guards after them! To call her dragonspawn, witch, demon and other pejoratives... If her dragons were any bigger, she'd have put them to the flame, but at this size they'd only serve to justify their baseless accusations.

After their rejection at the gates of Qarth, they set west to the closest city they knew. To their surprise, two familiar faces were on the same road as them. Perhaps they were going there as well?

"Hail, Dante and Vergil." Ser Jorah greeted them.

"Back so soon?" Dante asked.

"Indeed." Daenerys sighed. "You were not exaggerating about their hospitality."

"What can I say? There's just no use arguing with some people." Dante answered.

"Are you headed to Qarkash as well?" Daenerys inquired the mysterious brothers.

"We might be…" Dante replied.

"Qarkash part of Qarth… khalasar" Rakharo said.

"Let's hope news doesn't spread quickly then." Dante answered, quickly understanding the meaning behind Rakharo's broken common.

"Do you wish to join us on our travels?" Daenerys asked, getting questionable looks from her companions. Their supplies are running low, but the two of them are friendly enough and having two more people defend her if the rival khalasars spot her is good as well.

The main reason for her invitation, though is personal. There aren't many Valyrians walking around Essos. Their blue eyes indicate that they aren't fully Valyrian, but their knowledge of the Common tongue speaks of a shared heritage perhaps? Daenerys was determined to find out more.

"Are you two sellswords?" She asked, rather directly.

"Something like that... We get the job done, whatever that might be. How did you guess?" Dante asked back.

"Not a lot of people carry around swords that openly, unless they're knights or sworn shields." Daenerys said.

"Or Braavosi looking to prove themselves." Ser Jorah added.

"Either way, I don't see you escorting anyone nor looking for duels in Braavos." Daenerys continued.

"Fair point." Dante acknowledged. "Now that you know a little more about us, what's your story? Pilgrims?"

Daenerys took in a deep breath, considering those two before attempting to answer his question. The silent one with the windswept hair is harder to decipher, for he hasn't said anything about himself, only treading alongside them in silence. The talkative one seems nice. Perhaps if he demonstrates his skill, she might consider hiring him. Giving a noble house once she retakes her throne is the least she could do for one who possibly shares her blood.

Regardless, they seem avoidant to tell the 'whole truth and nothing but the truth' as Dante put it. Perhaps it's up to her to initiate a show of trust.

"As I've told you, I'm Daenerys of House Targaryen…" she began to explain.

"I come from Westeros. My family ruled the kingdoms of Westeros, until the Usurper's rebellion. I seek to reclaim the Iron Throne by fire and blood, as my house words decree."

Dante raised his eyebrows at that, nodding his head.

"That's quite a pilgrimage..." Dante said. "What are you doing here, in another continent, though, and why did they dethrone you?"

"I was the Khaleesi of Khal Drogo's khalasar. Me and my brother Viserys needed his army to reclaim the throne." Daenerys continued. "It was my father who was dethroned. Slain by his sworn kingsguard, Jaime Lannister in an act of betrayal, along with my niece and nephew who were savagely murdered by the Mountain, a Lannister knight. I was but a newborn when it happened."

"That's brutal." Dante said. "What happened to your brother and your… Khal, was it?"

"Khal Drogo was cursed by a maegi I trusted." Daenerys said. Simply retelling the stories of how she ended up starving with nowhere to go was like reopening wounds.

"My brother, Viserys, became lost in his pursuit for the throne, became abusive towards me, openly making threats against me and my unborn child… I did what had to be done." Daenerys finished darkly.

"Maybe you were right, Dante." The silent one spoke up. "She does share our love for siblings, after all."

Dante chuckled slightly. "And the one who got lost in pursuit of power had to be killed."

"I'm sorry for your losses, Daenerys." Dante solemnly said.

"It's remarkable that you remain motivated to pursue your goal, despite them." the other one said. "I commend that."

"Don't listen to Vergil. If he commends you, you must be doing something wrong." Dante said with a smile. Vergil was the silent one's name, now that Daenerys remembered.

"And if you listen to Dante, you'll end up drowning in debt and junk food." Vergil replied in an even tone.

The two have a tense relationship that is entertaining to watch. Whether their interaction is just light-hearted teasing or an outburst from some deep-seated frustration, the khaleesi was interested to find out.

"What about your family? You two are brothers, correct?" Daenerys asked.

"Yes. Twins." Vergil said. "Our father left when we were but children, never to be seen or heard from again. He left us his two swords." Vergil explained as he drew attention to the sleek blade sheathed in black with a criss-cross white grip. She averted her gaze towards Dante's broadsword, sporting a sinister look, as if pulled out straight out of doomed Valyria. It's a wonder how she hadn't noticed such a glaring detail on his person.

"Our mother took care of us afterwards, until our house burned down by… bandits." Dante said. "Mother hid me in the house, but died looking for Vergil. Vergil managed to escape, taking down a bunch of them." Vergil was staring intently at Dante as he recollected their story. Daenerys could sense there was a lie in that story, but couldn't figure out which part of the story was forged.

"My condolences for your loss." Daenerys said.

"The only family left is Nero, my son." Vergil said.

"Who he graciously left to some wacko church to take care of, before he became my apprentice." Dante added. "They only met a few weeks ago."

Daenerys was getting more surprised with each revelation. For someone to have two very ornate swords, but leave his family to be vulnerable to bandits? Most men that can afford swords like that can afford a household guard, or a castle that doesn't burn down to mere bandits. And for the sullen one to just leave his son like that? Something doesn't add up.

"Where is Nero now? And where is the boy's mother?" Daenerys pressed on.

"Nero's back home." Dante answered. "He is more than a mere assistant now. The mother…" Dante looked to Vergil who just shrugged in response.

"The boy's a bastard, then?" Daenerys asked innocently enough, provoking angry glares from both Dante and Vergil.

"I meant no offense! It's common for sellswords or adventurous lords to father illegitimate children out of wedlock." she tried to explain.

Dante relaxed slightly: "Just don't call him that if you meet him. The kid's got a short fuse."

"And terrible manners. Courtesy of you, little brother." Vergil added.

"Don't blame me, every kid needs to go through their rebellious period. Especially after being a choir boy in the church of Dad. You're the one who tore his arm off when first meeting him." Dante told Vergil.

"What was that last part?" Daenerys asked.

"Don't worry about it. It's a metaphor!" Dante elaborated through a smile.

"I… I see." Daenerys answered, not entirely convinced.

"We should press on. If we keep up this pace, we will arrive at Qarkash as the sun sets" the previously silent ser Jorah said.

The crew remained silent as they continued, leaving Daenerys to try and decipher the puzzle laid before her. Perhaps by living a mundane life, they managed to evade the fate of other prominent Valyrians during Robert's Rebellion, but left themselves exposed to other threats. Perhaps their father was a bastard of house Targaryen or Velaryon. The pair withheld something. Something crucial for Daenerys to understand their story completely, but she had other, more pressing problems to solve before she could dedicate time to unraveling the mystery of the Sparda twins.

Dante, Outside of Qarkash.

As they reached the city, Dante sure hoped that the civilization has at least reached pizza-age. His hunger was rising in anticipation of the meal and rest he hoped to receive in this city. The shoreline could be seen on the left, with various colorful merchant ships decorating the piers; and the city itself looked vibrant with the street lights complementing the dimming rays of the setting sun. The queen-to-be and her merry men stopped as she beckoned them over. He could only hope that this delay was worth the few more moments of hunger he had to endure as a consequence.

"I haven't been completely forthright with you." she began. "I had to know whether I could trust you with this, before showing you." Both Dante and his brother were interested to see what sordid detail she hid from them during this trip. He had sensed a mystical presence about her, as did Vergil. Perhaps this would be the grand reveal that she is also half demon?

"Is this wise, khaleesi?" the old man near her asked. Dante wondered why was he this suspicious all the time. Especially against them.

"I planned on revealing this in the city, if the circumstances were right." She said, dismounting her horse. "I have been keeping my children hidden." she continued as she approached the cart they had with them, pausing briefly to uncover the thing, revealing three small dragons of various colors, no bigger than pet iguanas.

"How curious…" his brother approached, holding out his hand to the white-gold one, who reeled back at his approach before lashing out and biting him, making Dante laugh.

"Viserion, no!" Daenerys worriedly said, rushing to Vergil. "I'm so sorry. Did he hurt you?" she asked. Vergil showed no emotion, only briefly gazing at her to show how unfazed he is.

"That one's my favorite." Dante said after his laughter receded. This was worth the delay, after all!

"Why have you kept them hidden. Are they valuable?" Vergil asked Daenerys who was tending to each of her dragons.

"They're the only ones alive, as far as I know. Dragons have been dead for over a hundred years, until now." Daenerys said, with a tinge of pride in her voice.

"Why did you call them your children? Don't tell me you lay eggs." Dante asked.

Daenerys was taken aback by such a claim, but she continued: "On Drogo's funeral pyre I laid three dragon eggs and tied the witch that poisoned him. Once his resting place was lit, I walked into the flames, intending to die with her, but I emerged – unburned – with three dragon hatchlings at my side." the pride in her voice was undeniable.

"So you don't lay eggs?" Dante quipped, annoying Daenerys.

"No." she answered back firmly. Dante decided not to press the gag further.

Taking the story all in, though… This girl has silver hair, an immunity to flames, the ability to hatch extinct dragons. That has to be more than a salad of coincidences. But how would their father ever cross the barrier to this world without Vergil's Yamato? Perhaps this was his playground before they were born, or there was another demon who decided to retire to this world, just as his father did to their own.

"Can they breathe fire?" Vergil asked. His brother had a point, if they don't, they are just glorified bats.

Daenerys smiled as she picked up the bigger, darker one and setting him on the ground in front of a dried out shrub.

"Dracarys." she said and the little dragon let out a jet of flame completely engulfing the yellowed shrub in flame.

"Yep." Dante said as Daenerys tucked the dragon back safely into its place. Why that place was a flammable wooden cart, Dante didn't know. "Alright, let's head inside the city. I'm starving."

Vergil, Qarth

The city was a quaint place. Compared to the place he and his brother crashed through, it was smaller, but more packed. Everything one needed was present, but it wasn't contained within structures far too grandiose for such a purpose - the display of wealth was in the subtle details.

They split up, the princess and her escorts had their own business, leaving Vergil with Dante.

"I will go look for my own supplies. We will regroup later in the night." Vergil told Dante.

"You're the boss, big bro." Dante mockingly said, giving Vergil a shoulder punch. 'I'll go look for supplies as well and find a place to unwind. Find me when you're done." Dante said before departing.

First thing Vergil looked for was a library. He know it wouldn't cross Dante's mind to go there, when some hovel could host him just as well, but the truth was that they were charting unknown waters. Any tidbit would help him gain insight into the world they found themselves in. Not to mention help pass the time. As it stands, there is no large threat to this world, save themselves, so lounging and reading the poetry and prose of this universe might take up more time during his stay here.

He finished gathering the books that seemed interesting and were written in a language he knows, which didn't amount to more than a week of reading, and set it on the counter. Perhaps flying to Qarth and raiding the libraries there would be a good idea.

The shopkeeper looked at him expectantly, saying the price in a foreign tongue. Vergil dropped several red orbs he held onto, much to the clerk's surprise, before leaving, not saying a word.

The next place he went to was a general goods store where he heard an argument take place between two of the princesses savages and the salesman, with the old knight trying to mediate the dispute.

"What is the meaning of this?" Vergil demanded, making them stop their argument and take notice of the blue-clad swordsman.

"Rakharo and Joqqo are convinced that they're being charged an unfair price for the two daggers they wanted." the old knight explained.

"And whose side are you taking?" he asked the old knight, as if he expected only one true answer.

"I am…" the old knight slowly began, trying to weigh his options before deciding.

"...on theirs." Vergil finished for him. "As am I."

Vergil moved in front of them, leaning on the sheathed Yamato positioned in front of him, ending the argument quickly. The shopkeeper reluctantly finalized the trade, much to the satisfaction of the Dothraki who patted Vergil's shoulder and placed a fist on their chests in a gesture of approval. Vergil just inspected if they got any of their savage filth on his coat, and brushed his shoulders off just in case.

"We can't afford to get thrown out of this city as well, ser Vergil." the old man didn't approve of his method of intimidation.

"We won't. This isn't Qarth, and if it was, we'd only be outnumbered. Not outmatched." Vergil said.

"I hope your words are true, and not just bravado." the old knight replied. A hint of a smile could be seen flashing across Vergil's lips before he left the scene.

The night already set in, with the moonlight beautifully complementing the warm tones of the wooden ships and street lanterns. Looking for the nearest object Dante could be found in, he encountered Daenerys walking towards him.

"Vergil." she noticed him. "How goes your search for supplies?"

"I have bought a few amenities and helped two of your men buy some weaponry. I'm now looking for my brother. And yours?" Vergil replied.

"I'm afraid it hasn't gone so well. I have been looking around, asking merchants if they had any ships for sale. The ones that did usually demanded too steep a price." she said dejectedly.

"Was the price a dragon or two?" he asked. Daenerys confirmed it was the case.

"Either that or a sum of gold I simply couldn't afford." she said in a disappointed tone.

"Settle in, get some rest, we've had an eventful day behind us. Tomorrow's another day." Vergil said, motivating her slightly.

"We will stay in the inn with the red roof in the northern part of town, I've arranged for your stay there as well." she said. Of course it had to be red.

"Farewell." Vergil said with a curt nod, before continuing to search for his brother.

He stopped at an inn where he could hear his brother's boisterous voice resound quite clearly.

"A pizza. Peeeee-tzahhhhh" Dante said, making a circle in the air with both his index fingers, as he tried to explain what he wanted from the innkeeper who just nodded and went to the kitchen. "Hey, Verge! Come, sit down, have a drink. This is the third place I've been in, and only these ones might know what a pizza is."

"Have you tried seeing if anyone is eating something similar, and then pointing at that, instead of drawing circles in the air?" Vergil asked a dumbfounded Dante.

"Yeah, whatever." Dante dismissed his wisdom, taking another sip of the drink in front of him.

"Daenerys wants to buy ships. Likely to march on back to her ancestral seat and demand her throne back." Vergil said.

"Do you think she has a snowball's chance in hell of doing that?" Dante asked.

"No." Vergil succinctly put it. "If they rebelled and massacred her family, forcing her into exile, they likely won't give up the throne just because she asks nicely."

"Besides, whatever she does, it's her burden." Vergil continued. "We have our own path to follow."

"Since we have no idea where this path is, what do you say we stick around with them for a while?" Dante suggested.

"Perhaps…" Vergil considered the dragons. It would be a shame for them to die in a bid for some kingship, if what Daenerys said about their rarity is true. Perhaps taking them for himself would be good enough. He could give one to Nero and Dante. Dante already likes the one that lashed out against him.

"Should we find ourselves stuck in this realm, we could help her take the throne. Perhaps take it ourselves…" continued Vergil.

"Last time you were on a throne, Nero and I had to kick your ass. You yourself helped as well." Dante joked. "I, on the other hand, can barely run a detective business without being late on my electricity bill. There's no way I see ourselves ruling over some feudal kingdom."

"Fine then, we'll help this beggar princess while it suits us." Vergil stated. "Now, I think your pizza is arriving."

The innkeeper came with a round wooden board, which he set in front of Dante.

"Pita!" he said merrily, as Dante was left with what appeared to be a rather large pita bread with no toppings on it.

"Ahhh. So close." Dante sighed in exasperation, much to Vergil's concealed amusement.

"Perhaps, one day, you can enlighten this world on lost art of making pizza, before you leave." Vergil chuckled.

"Let's go." Dante finished his drink in a single gulp before getting up from his chair. Vergil followed suit, and escorted his brother to where Daenerys arranged rooms for them.