Hey, everyone! Name's Yurei. Long-time reader, semi-long time writer, first time posting my works on a site. So, this is just the prologue...hey, I don't know if you people will like this or not, I'm no mind-reader! Anyway. As much of a Yaoi fangirl I am (don't judge me, I don't do that to y'all!); I happen to be one of the few, the proud, the Nero fangirls. (ROYAL GUARD! *blocks incoming projectiles*) Sadly, there aren't many NeroxOC fics to be had. The only ones I've seen are either badly written, or don't update soon enough. So how do we fix that? I present the old cliché: "If you want something done, do it yourself or not hear the end of it for years afterward." Meh, slightly made up and badly remembered from a video game, but it works. I'll babble some more afterwards, but I digress. Please enjoy, and a review is always welcome...so long as the criticism is constructive. No insults, please.
Welcome to Hell~I mean Fortuna!
Prologue-Setting the Stage
Wicked things were afoot in Fortuna a good while before Dante shot Sanctus in the face. Somewhere in the city was a suspiciously dark room, with people in dark robes standing in a ring around the stereotypical glowing red circle of magic on the ground. If you think this is a summoning ritual, then you're right. What were they summoning? No idea. Their plans were interrupted when a platoon of Holy Knights stormed in, led by two men. One had silver hair and fierce azure eyes; the other one was older, with brown hair, a stern look and a goatee. The brunette male drew a sword while the other whipped out a vertically double-barrel pistol.
"Well…" the silverette began as the other Knights drew their weapons, "Looks like we found our guys." The austere brunette glanced at the gunslinger.
"Make sure you don't kill any of them, Nero. We still need to find all the people they've abducted." He warned. Nero nodded, his unoccupied right fist clenching in anger. This was a very personal mission for the two of them, as one of the hostages was close to both of them.
"I know, Credo. These guys are going to tell us everything by the time we're done." Nero said, his growing anger veiled by his usual cocky demeanor. The robed summoners broke their initial formation, positioning themselves so they could protect their fiendishly glowing circle. Credo shifted his stance slightly, waiting for his enemies to make the first move. The person in the center of the formation struck first, telekinetically stealing a sword from one of the Knights as another impaled the poor soul with his own shadow. As the fallen Knight's sword came to rest in the first man's hand, Credo charged. A loud bang was heard as Nero pulled the trigger on his gun, the Blue Rose, sending two bullets spiraling towards the shadow user. He had aimed at the shoulder, a non-lethal point, but his target pulled one of his own comrades in to the bullet's path. Needless to say, that bullet-monkey didn't survive the shot.
In the chaos of the battle, nobody noticed the man with a red and a blue eye casting a curse. His target was an unconscious young woman with auburn hair.
"KYRIE!" both men shouted as they saw her. Nero reacted before Credo could stop him, the silverette rushing at the strange man, fully aware that the curse could be the death of him. After all, he didn't know what kind of curse was being cast, and wouldn't until someone got hit by it. Death didn't matter to Nero, so long as Kyrie was out of harm's way.
He'd almost gotten there too late, but the heterochromatic man seemed to consider Nero a better victim, casting the curse on the young Knight instead. A dark beam of crimson and blue light shot from his outstretched hand, and Nero barely managed to evade it in time. There was a minor shocking sensation in his right arm, from when the curse winged him there, but he ignored it. His left hand flew to the handle of his trusty sword, the Red Queen, revving the hilt as he charged the hooded man.
As to what happened with the curse, because I know you're all curious [read: Sarcasm], it hit another one of the hooded men. After much screaming, the poor sod became a demon. Credo wasted no time in dispatching it before beginning to work on dispelling the summoning circle. Back to Nero; his attack seemed to be successful…until an empty black robe fluttered to the ground, along with some suspicious small flecks of color.
"Is that…confetti?" Nero asked, staring incredulously at the colorful crap on the ground before a shrill cackling diverted everybody's attention to the ceiling. There, standing on the ever-loving ceiling, was a creepy Jester with a big fahking nose. And he was laughing his arse off while said nose defied both gravity and logic.
"Too slow there, silly boy!" he mocked with a nasally tone, "It's all in place now, and there's nothing any of you can do to stop it!" Any further remark from the large-nosed tool was cut off by Nero shooting at him; Jester vanished after dodging a few more shots.
"All in place? What the Hell does that mean?" Nero asked, putting Blue Rose back in her holster. Credo came up behind him, covered in blood.
"I don't know, but we have more important things to focus on…" he said, managing to sound stern even though they were all tired as Hell. Sighing frustratedly, Nero nodded.
After an uneventful period of time spent rescuing, and retrieving what remained, of the people held hostage and being lectured by Credo about his reckless behavior and constant insubordination for the umpteenth time, Nero staggered into his small apartment. Credo meant well when he chewed Nero out for his behavior, they practically grew up together after all, but that didn't change the fact those lectures were pretty high on the list of things that annoyed him to no end. Poor Nero was tired, sore, angry, but mostly confused. The Jester's words remained an unsolvable enigma to him. That's when his right arm began to act up again. The tingling in his arm came back with a vengeance, painful enough to bring Nero to his knees and subsequently make him black out.
He woke up the next afternoon in the exact spot he passed out the night before, and when he looked at his arm he nearly fainted again. That Jester's curse transmuted his right arm into something demonic, and it glowed softly, as though mocking him. A voice whispered in his mind, a dark and warped version of his own,
"Power…" It whispered in the edges of his mind. "Give me more…power." Nero began to panic, like any normal person would.
"I-I can't let anyone see this…they'll kill me if they do…" he muttered. Two months would pass before he learned the meaning of Jester's words.
Aaaaaand that's a wrap! Prologue=done! Yaay...Oh, you're still here? Uhhhh...okay. Thanks for reading up to this point! They never really explained how Nero got his Devil Bringer, and since they never really said anything on how Credo became Supreme General...well, that's the beauty of Fanfiction, no? To explain what the creators didn't? If you have any questions, ask away! I do not bite! (Unless I'm provoked, but that's beside the point.)