I do not own Devil May Cry or anything capcom related. This is a work of pure fiction written for fun


Nero checked the trunk of his red sports car, Red Queen, one last time to make sure he packed his luggage. The eighteen-year-old grinned when he found everything to be in order as he held his hand out to his uncle.

"Everything is in place old man, hold over the keys."

Dante frowned and feigned a hurt expression. "What Kid, I don't even get a good bye hug?"

Nero rolled his eyes, "Come on Dante, you promised me if I got into an Ivy League school, you'll let me go on a summer road trip by myself. I held up my end of the bargain now hold up yours. Now give me the keys . . . or do I have to drop kick you on your old ass first?"

Dante laughed at his nephew's trademark cocky behavior. "Yeah right Kid, as if you could do such a thing," he reached his hand out to ruffle Nero's hair, knowing how much it annoyed the teenager to be treated like a child.

Nero scowled at his uncle while he fixed his hair.

"Relax kid there is still plenty of day light time left. . .And besides what kind of parental figure would I be if I just let you drive off without making sure you understand the rules first?" Dante crossed his arms and leaned against one of the doors to the sports car.

"I don't know what kind of parental figure are you? Really the most important lifelong lesson I learned from you is not to piss off any woman that owns a rocket launcher."

"And that my dear Nero is the most important lesson in life."

"How did you meet Lady anyways?"

"I could tell you that story. . . or you could recite to me the rules of your little road trip and be on your merry way. Your choice, Kid." Dante held up the keys to Red Queen and jingled them a bit in Nero's face. His nephew's reaction was automatic and expected.

"Rule Number One: No hitchhikers. Rule Number Two: Only sleep in hotels or motels, never sleep in a stranger's house. Rule Number Three: I must have some form of communication with you every day for at least five minutes; otherwise you will hunt me down and drag me back home," Nero recited in a bored tone.

"Correction, otherwise I will hunt your dumbass down, drag you back home; kicking and screaming, and ground you until University starts. "

"Yeah yeah whatever old man, just hand over the keys already," Once more Nero rolled his eyes before reaching his hand out to try and snatch the keys from his uncle only to have Dante move out of the way.

"Not so fast, you forgot the golden rule. Go ahead state the golden rule and the keys are yours."

Nero sighed before glaring at his uncle. He hated the "golden rule". "Don't do anything stupid," he muttered under his breath.

"What was that Kid? Gonna have to speak up, I am an old man after all."

"Don't do anything stupid. . . Happy you old bastard?"

"I will be happy if you manage not to do anything stupid. " Dante held out the car keys for his nephew to take. "I'm serious about number three by the way. If I don't get a call from you at least once every twenty four hours I will assume the worst and hunt you down. "

Nero snatched the keys from his uncle's hand, grinning. "Tch, whatever. Come on life is not a horror movie. Nothing is going to happen to me."

"Life may not be a horror movie but that doesn't mean horrible things don't happen. How many of those cheap horror flicks are based on true stories somewhat? ," Dante stopped leaning against the car and stood up fully. "And besides your starting this trip like a cliché horror movie, visiting a mythical ghost town."

"Come on Dante, you don't really believe those rumors about Fortuna are true do you?"

"Maybe I do. . . maybe I don't. I'm more concerned about the fact that my teenage nephew much rather go ghost hunting then spend time at the beach with a few good looking babes."

"That is because you surround yourself with enough women for the both of us. . .And besides this is going to be like an adventure. Even if I find nothing it will still be interesting to investigate the legend of Fortuna myself. . .Who knows maybe I will find something and be able to write a book. "

Dante shook his head with a sigh. "I can't believe you got accepted into the top colleges in the country and your dream job is to be a paranormal investigator. "

Nero shrugged, "Well my major is English. . .I'll probably write something amazing and win a bunch of awards that I can rub in your face."

"Well some of the greatest writers of all time played for the other team, want to admit anything to me? I promise I won't disown you if you admit you play for the pink team."

". . . I swear you are such a jackass at times. If anything, your damn tacky red leather coat is questionable. Want to admit anything?"

"Yeah I do, babes dig this coat. If you want I'll get you one for your birthday, maybe then you'll finally bring home a girlfriend."

". . .You know what I'm leaving NOW," With that said Nero walked away from his uncle opening the car door."

"Nero! One more thing!"

Nero sat in the driver's seat pausing for a moment at his uncle's voice. "What now?"

"If anything happens . . . if you need help with anything . . . and I do mean anything. I'll help you no questions asked, and I won't even tease you."

Nero smiled softly to himself, "I'll keep that in mind, but I doubt it. See ya Dante." Turning the key in the ignition Nero started the car and drove off.