Through the Eyes of a Demon

-1-

I didn’t hate them for it; I just couldn’t possibly fathom as to what I have seen the other night. I had hoped it was a dream, but hopes were for gods and not devils, which is the like of me. I suppose I had a tad too much sake that night…no, that wouldn’t be right. I was having tea. I must have been sleeping. There’s no way Dante and Virgil would have…I mean, they never get along anyway! I hope this wasn’t an example I had set...I mean…how could I anyway? And if Eva, my beloved, ever found out, I hope not to see the outcome. I mean…it’s not that I mind…I’m just worried about Eva…

Okay, so maybe I am concerned! And not just a little, but a lot! What shall I ever do? How will I react the next chance I have to see them?

They know I’ve seen them; hell I left evidence of my being there all over the floor…all over them. They didn’t seem to care much last night, but it had been late and anyone would have been in hysterics if they’d stayed up all night and ate an entire bag of sugar. Thanks, Dante. Now I haven’t any left for my tea.

I slammed my novel shut, considering the fact that I wasn’t able to read a single word of it…not that I was illiterate, for it was much of the fact that I was bothered about last night! And the thought ‘did they clean the floor?’ kept entering my mind. What kind of father would have 'incestive' sons such as mine?

Now, please don’t think badly of me, but ever since last night, I didn’t go near the kitchen…Eva did…perhaps I should ask her if the floor was…not sticky…or something. Well, I suppose it wouldn’t be safe even considering to ask her.

I saw a shadow fall over my knees, and it was my wife, looking quite frustrated. Oh god, I hope she’s angry about the sugar being gone.

“Sparda? You haven’t peeped a single word this morning,” she said, her voice was low and quiet. Obviously she hadn’t intended for our children to hear. Exposing such matters to them, like their parents being in an unstable state of mind, such as I…almost, would sadden her.

“No, I haven’t,” I concurred with her, looking back down at her overwhelming shadow. “I’m just not feeling very well today,”

“Well that’s quite obvious,” she hissed. “Now, prey tell, what’s wrong?”

“I…” saw my sons fucking on the floor last night, at least I think…and they’re nowhere to be found! OMG! What if they’re having sex RIGHT NOW?! “…don’t know,” was all I was capable of uttering. But those thoughts still entered my mind as if it were a poison filled arrow, leaking the toxins into my brain.

“S-Sparda, you’re flushing! You know quite well what is wrong!”

“And suppose I do,” I stood up, looming of the small woman. Her expression looked as if I was intimidating her. I looked away, ashamed at myself. “I…can’t talk about it right at the moment. I need time to think,” I actually didn’t want to think about it anymore. My head was beginning to hurt more than ever. I also wanted tea really bad, but tea reminded me of…

[oh…D-Dante…ah…]

[Oh…g-god…Virgil…h-harder…]

“I need to leave the house for a while,” I sputtered out, my voice was quite high and I sounded as if a boy were going through his vocal change during puberty.

“Oh, all right.” Her tone of voice indicated she was not happy with me at all. Well ‘hell if I care’ I thought. I sincerely needed to leave the house for a while. Get a whiff of fresh air. I turned around and gave my wife a diminutive kiss that didn’t really mean anything and got ready to leave.

-1.5-

Before I left, I had thought maybe I should just pretend it never happened. But I knew I just couldn’t do that. I couldn’t think of where I should go either. Well, I could guess that maybe I should see myself to the tavern (or the doctor).

I had opened the door, ready to head to the bar, when I could hear Dante walk out of his room. ‘Oh, that’s where he was. Gee, I don’t fathom why I hadn’t decided to take a fleeting look in his room, out of all things.’ But alas, I did know why... Maybe it was because Dante and Virgil share the same room…what a fantastic idea that was, Eva, setting their room up that way. I suppose, in that sense of direction, I was afraid of seeing them in the same bed together rather than them slumbering away in their own beds.

That’s it. I have to leave, and it’s now or never!

-2-

I heard someone slam the door, and I thought, ‘Oh, it must be Virgil,’ but then I remembered he was in our room, sleeping in his bed. So, I guessed it must be mother. She always slammed the door shut…but I didn’t know why. Father never did though, but why was I so sure it was him and not mother? Well, for one thing, I couldn’t sense Sparda anywhere and I could here my mother weeping upstairs. What? Did they have an argument? That would be rare…never in my life have I known of an argument between the likes of them, but it would explain why father had slammed the door shut so quickly. Unless…if last night…

Yes, I do remember him having a short encounter with seeing Virgil and I going at it, but wasn’t that just a stupid dream? I know it had to have been a dream. I swear, I wouldn’t do anything like ‘that’ with THE Virgil! Oh god! It was probably all the sugar I ate last night! Yeah, they must have made my mind messed up during my sleep! Yes, I said they, only because at the time I had the sugar, the damned substance became somewhat anthropomorphic. Anyway…

So I rushed up to my mother, the poor woman looking quite indubitably fatigued.

“Mom, you okay?” I asked. She nodded her head, and of course, I didn’t believe her. So, I suppose, asking that question was something quite pointless. “What’s wrong?” I asked, albeit I doubted she would answer, or at least admit the truth.

“My son, it’s nothing you need to worry about.” I shook my head, kind of pissed off, and decided to head back to my room…but not without something to bite. So I headed to the kitchen, which was where, in my dream, I had…done something with Virgil. Oh god I hope that was a dream because, otherwise, father would have really seen Virgil and I. Shit…

The floor was clean…I mean…it didn’t look like there was anything there…

I sighed in relief, thinking that not only would there be cum on the ground, if my dream had been true, but raspberry flavoured tea as well, and there wasn’t any, so I suppose it was safe to say that it was all just a dre-

“Ouch, fuck!” I heard my brother say, walking into the kitchen.

“What?” I asked half automatically.

“Nothing, I just stepped on a shard of glass from that cup you broke last night.”

My heart throbbed, and I think I stopped breathing as well.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” was all I could utter. My hands brushed through my hair as I tried even harder to reassure myself that maybe the cup breaking was true, but not Virgil’s penis being shoved up my ass. Shit! Shit, oh shit!

“What?” Virgil glanced at me, probably noticing how horror-stricken my face looked to be.

“Uh…do you remember anything else other than…” I saw Virgil blush, and he turned away from me.

“You mean…that was real?”

“Oh no…that means father really did-”

“What?!” Virgil freaked, somehow having a big interest in the sink, for he was staring into it now, as if searching for the answers to all his problems. Yeah, well it was hopeless looking now, because the words ‘simple life’ flushed down the drain last night, maybe even before that… “That can’t be! I thought it was just a nightmare!” Oh why thank you Virgil! Thanks for that loving compliment. At least I thought of having sex with you as a dream…Damn, sometimes he could really get to me.

“Uh, so did I,” I said, and mother, who suddenly seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, put her hand on my shoulder and looked at me stearnly.

“What?” she asked me. When I didn’t answer, she turned to Virgil. “You boys did something to upset your father, didn’t you?”

“I…” I piped, my face felt hot, and Virgil was still facing away from me, looking into that sink.

“You what?”

“I broke his favourite cup last night,” I said, and held my breath right after. I wasn’t too eager to see what she was going to say next. Mother’s reactions were always scary.

“What? You’re lying. Sparda was quite upset this morning and I’m sure it’s not because of a cup,” Damn, this blonde was smarter than she looked.

“Seriously,” I said, pointing to Virgil. “He was there, and look, there are still some bits and pieces of it on the ground.”

“Dante! You’re seventeen now!” Oh my god, the mother-glare! She pulled my arm, or at least tried to, because she was only human. So I bent down for her…how embarrassing. Thank goodness Virg’ was so amused by the sink. “You should know better than to lie to your own mother.”

“But mom– ”

“Virgil, tell me the truth!” She demanded. Virgil turned around and sighed. I was petrified at what he might say. All I could do was wait and see.

T.B.C.

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