You had two beautiful twins with your husband Vergil, obviously he was anxious to have more children after Nero, but he agreed nonetheless. Your twins were so soft and innocent, it may have cracked his tough exterior and that cold heart of his more than you did when he met you…

He lays on his back on the couch, a leg hanging off that he didn’t bother to support on anything. The twins crawled over him like he was a playground, softly falling into his arms or off of his leg, coos and whines came from them as they demanded his attention. “No sweetheart, we don’t bite.” He nudges the baby’s pink gums off of his drooled on arm, trying to put her pacifier back in her mouth. The other baby crawled on his chest, stumbling a bit.