"Alright, then!" Dante nodded and grabbed the lid with both hands without hesitation. He pulled it carefully, and then took a few steps back. V waited and waited, and nothing bad actually happened.
In fact, Dante was quiet. Too quiet.
"It's,... " The Devil Hunter muttered, unable to believe what he just saw inside the coffin.
V, who got confused and a bit worried, stepped forward, looked inside the coffin,...
... and felt a lump suddenly growing in his throat.
Inside the coffin, were,...
V felt a lump suddenly growing in his throat the moment he gazed at what's inside Sparda's coffin.
And after all those years, of Eva scolding his husband for bringing home such a morbid house display, of all the secrecy and mystery involved with it,...
... of Sparda's reluctance to show it to everyone in the house,...
... was hiding little drawings inside his antique coffin.
And not just little drawings.
Drawings of trees, of flowers, of the sun, moon, and stars. Of little colorful cars and soaring airplanes, of dashing heroes fighting against monsters to save the princess inside the tower. Of a mother, a father, and their two sons,...
... they were made by Sparda's twin sons. All of them.
They were all made by Dante and Vergil a long, long time ago.
And V, who has clear memories of Vergil's childhood, both beautiful and horrific, remembered all of them.
"He,... " Dante began, his voice clearly cracking, his hand trembling as he picked up an old, yellowed paper with his illustration of a dog in it. "He actually kept all these. All this time,... "
"So, it seems." V answered, noticing that his voice was cracking a bit, as well. And the lump in his throat became even bigger as he picked up an illustration of a blue bird and a black cat. He made this one. He could clearly remember it.
"Why would he keep all our drawings in this coffin?" Dante questioned as he gathered his own illustrations and fondly gazed at them.
V looked further into the huge stack of drawings and noticed an out - of - place stationary among it. The poet picked it up, and the words within it made his eyes quite blurry.
I know you will ignore my warning about this and that you would still open this coffin, anyway. And now that you have, yes, you have now found out that your father was an obsessed man. He was obsessed of keeping his children's drawings in one safe place, out of any harm. He was so obsessed, it even made Dante mad when he found out that his drawing of himself as a prince has gone missing, and made Vergil scream at his own little brother, accusing him of taking his drawing of his dream pets.
When, one day, I go back to Red Grave, I want to open this coffin, look at these little drawings, and fondly remember the days when we were still together,... as a family. I will look at these drawings and remember how little Dante always told me he wanted to be the best Devil Hunter like his dad. I will look at these drawings and remember how little Vergil always told me he wanted to be the best writer there is, even better than Blake, himself.
I will look at these drawings and remember my sons' fondest and purest dreams.
But, alas, I know I will never be able to return. Not in a very long time.
I want to tell you more. Why I have to leave, why I haven't returned but, I'm afraid the answers will have to wait for a bit longer.
I'm very sure many things have already occurred since my absence, but I only want one thing for now,
I want my sons to know how much I love them, and I want them to know that, whatever it takes, we would have peaceful days once again. Back when my beloved sons were still making these art. I also want them to keep this coffin safe, and, if possible, I also want them to add more drawings here in the future. Well, of course, with their children! That is, if Dante has overcome his fear of "cooties", and if Vergil has finally learned to say hi to the cute little girl next door. And I hope that someday, I'll be able to look at all the amazing memories that my beloved family has made.
"I'm not crying, you are." Dante quietly spoke a few moments later after reading Sparda's lengthy note.
"I may be but," V answered, the letter still in his hands. " ... at least I'm not the one who's scared of cooties."
"Say, have you said hi to the cute girl next door?"
"I,... can't really remember." V answered as he strategically looked away to wipe a tear. "But, yes, she was the cutest, sweetest thing,... "
"I wonder what Vergil would say." Dante said as he carefully placed the drawings back inside the coffin.
And to this, V just smirked. "For that, I'd let you do the honor of showing him."
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