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Chapter one: It's just the beginning.


I've faced demons, I've destroyed gates to hell, been swallowed by a big ass demon and brought the damn thing down in time to save the world. But this time I'm facing something way out of my league: Nero's family.

After the fall of Sanctus the kid and I started talking. After finding out he was somehow related to me I wanted to get to know him. We've been talking for almost seven months now and I won't lie it's been fun. We end up talking about random things on the phone, joking around and insulting each other's age. He asked me if he could come and stay at the shop for a while and of course I thought nothing of it and agreed.

But as I stand in front of the cozy looking two story home, I'm having my doubts. It's a yellow house with green shutters and a small garden in the front. The look of it makes me uneasy. Trish and Lady are sitting in the car with the top down, fussing that it's too hot out to be waiting for me to man up. So with a deep breath I knock on the door.

It opens to revile an older looking red head in a white sundress with and pink apron. "You must be Dante." She says as she smiles and brings me in for a hug. She pulls back and opens the door wider and ushers me in. We walk into the kitchen where we run into Kyrie taking cookies out of the oven. She sets them down and greets me with a smile. She's wearing the same sundress as her mother. Safe to say she takes after her.

"I'm Abigail, the mother. You must be here for Nero. Follow me dear and I'll lead you to his room." She says with a smile as I follow her down a hallway. We stop in front of a door with various posters on it. Abigail looks over at me with a serious expression on her face. "I warn you I have not been in his room for a few days so it might be a warzone. " She says before giggling. She knocks on the door and starts back down the hallway, but not before gently touching my shoulder.

I hear a faint 'come in' before I open the door to see a set of stairs, of course Nero would want his room to be a dark and cold basement. I make it to the end of the stairs and see that Nero's room is exactly how I thought it would be; trashed. An old looking futon, clothes thrown around the room, posters of rock bands and weird knick knacks scattered over shelves. Nero turns from his digging in a massive pile of clothes and grins.

"Hey, Old man! I'm just finishing packing so sit and make yourself at home." He says as he turns back to the pile. I make my way over and sit on the unmade futon. The covers beside me start to wiggle before a guff looking bulldog with a spiked collar pokes his head out. I can't help but laugh. Nero makes his way over and sets a suitcase by the bed.

"That's Manson. He's sort of a bad ass." He says as he starts to rough house with the animal.

As the kid talks to the dog about how 'bad to the bone' he is, I take the time to look him over. He's out of his usual clothes and instead is wearing black skinny jeans and a black and green Alice cooper tee. A normal rebellious seventeen year old boy. Why did I picture him differently?

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We stand in the kitchen and I watch as his mother hugs him. She has tears in her eyes and I can understand why. They had lost Credo, letting another one out on his own is hard after the tragedy they faced. She pulls back and he wipes her tears away. She leans up and kisses his forehead and says how much she loves him. As we open the front door he waves one last time and we step out.

Before we go to the car he drags me over to a small garage. We walk in and I notice a figure working under the hood of an old thunderbird. He stands up and glances at me. He's and older man yet still handsome, dark brown hair that seems messy and dark brown eyes. Credo looked like his father.

He wipes the greasy hands onto his grey shirt and puts his hand out for me to shake. As we pull away he finally speaks.

"I'm James, Nero's father, It's a pleasure to meet you." He greets in a deep voice.

"Dad we're leaving." Nero says as he is suddenly pulled into a hug. James embraces his son before hesitantly pulling away.

"Please be safe." He whispers before clearing his throat and squaring his shoulders. He wants to be strong in front of his son. They look at each other and I know they are sharing something to one another. James watches up as we exit the garage, wringing a dingy grease cloth in his hands.

We stop in front of the car and I put his bags in the trunk. Nero slides in beside lady in the back and awkwardly sits to himself. I get in the driver seat with Trish sitting beside me. I turn and introduce him to everyone and everything seems fine. I turn back and start the car. As I'm about to put it in drive I take a deep breath. The hard parts over. Right?


End of chapter one. I know starting a new story is the last thing I should be doing but it won't get out of my head. And yes this chapter probably sucks and is slow but it needed to be done. Oh well read and review! - Yavi