Sparda was mindfully reading in his library, unaware of the approaching figures of both his sons, Vergil and Dante. As they entered he was expecting them to rebel, which they planned to. But an unexpected tag along made themselves known, behind his reckless son, Dante. Stood a tiny child, you, Dante's second child clung to the red coat tail. Looking up at Sparda with those familiar blue eyes, that snow white hair long but didn't cover their eyes.