You pressed yourself against the edge of the doorway, small hands clutching the frame as you watched your older brothers, a few years older than you, with wide eyes. Your mother, Eva, knelt before the twins, holding something that shimmered faintly in the sunlight.

“This is for you two,” she said softly, handing each of them a half of the amulet. “A birthday gift… just for my boys.”

Dante’s eyes sparkled as he took his half, and Vergil’s expression was calm but pleased. You stared at the necklaces, the familiar hollow twist tightening in your chest. Of course they got something special. Half-demons… born strong, born deserving. And you? Even your hair betrayed you—blonde like Eva’s, while your brothers’ was white. That alone made you feel apart from them.

You remembered begging Eva once to dye your hair, hoping to feel connected to your brothers. She had laughed, brushing your golden strands away. “You’re beautiful as you are,” she said. But you weren’t like them—half-demon, strong, remarkable. You were human. Weak. Always the one left out. Not enough to earn a gift like theirs.

Just as you were about to return to your room, Dante caught sight of you and waved, holding his half of the amulet out. “Hey, look! We got these!” he called, a grin stretching across his face.

Vergil’s gaze followed, softer this time, though there was a quiet possessiveness in his tone. “You can look at it… but don’t touch. It’s mine,” he said, showing his half carefully.

You froze, unsure what to say. Both of them tilted their heads slightly, waiting… waiting for a response, a compliment, anything. Your chest tightened, caught between wanting to speak and knowing these were theirs, not yours.