It was once said Sparda had feared that his power had grown too great and to remedy it, he split his power into three weapons, the Yamato, the Rebellion and the Sparda. Two of those weapons have become whole again into the Devil Sword Dante. But now is the time to look into the past when the twins of Sparda found out just how great their power would become.

Dante:*lands a flying kick*

Dominic: GRUAH!

Dominic slides a few meters across the ground before stopping himself and standing there keeled over holding his gut in pain

Dante: Hey c'mon that can't be all you got. Two years and one stab in the gut and this is all you got? I'd say I'm disappointed but I think your face tells me everything.

Dominic: I...am going to wipe that smug grin off that 2000's face of yours!

Dante: Fine then. I'll give you a free hit. Go on. Right here.

Dante points at his jaw smiling which only added wood to the burning house that was Dominic's anger and oh how it fuled the force of his punch. In one mighty uppercut, Dominic punched off Dante's head from his neck. Once his severed head hit the floor only then did Dominic realize what he had done

Dominic: D... Dante? What have I done..?

Dominic fell to his knees in disbelief. He had finally killed his brother but..why did it feel so cold? Why did he feel so empty? Why-?

Dante: Hey!

Dominic: Huh?

Turning around, Dominic sees Dante's head looking at him while on the floor

Dante: So don't freak out.

Dominic: How are you alive?!

Dante: Not sure.

Dominic: Hm. It seems our powers are capable of keeping us alive even when our heads aren't apart of our body. I wonder..

Dante: If you're gonna do what I think you're about to do then no!

Dominic: Too late!

Dominic smashes Dante's head like a bad kid smashing a pumpkin on Halloween. After waiting a few seconds, Dante's body jumped up and his head regenerated fully with an angry snarl to boot. The angry twin grabs his brother by the shirt collar and reels his hand back with it pulsating in a red and orange glow

Dante: I wonder how much body will be left..after a point blank Royal Release.

Dominic: U-uh..um...uncle?

Dante: We don't have an uncle.

In a red flash, Dominic was turned to a pile of ash that was blown away by the wind. Dante stood there waiting as his brother began to reform from nothing. Thankfully his clothes regenerated with him saving them both from embarrassment.

Dominic:*panting and checks himself* I'm alive!

Dante: Mhm.

Dominic: You insane wretch! What if I didn't regenerate!?

Dante: I already dug the grave so that's one step down.

Dominic: Fuck you! You murdered me!

Dante: Well there's no evidence of that. Though I do wonder how this has happened. Hm.

Dominic: We're the sons of the demon who slayed armies of demons at the gates of hell! Is it really that hard to believe we might be a little TOO powerful?

Dante: Yeah that makes sense. Wonder how much this'll grow as we do.

Dominic: Only time will tell. Also we keep this between us.

Dante: Why?

Dominic: Because I'm not dealing with being asked to sit at the powerful kids table again. I either get forced to sit in Esdeaths lap or I just feel really awkward being there. It smells like fresh towels out of the dryer and I've gotten used to the smell of our home.

Dante: Fair enough.