Hi All, so this is my first fan fiction. I started this because I thought that it will help me see how others view my writing style and possibly help me improve it and hopefully help motivate me to finish writing my original work. I kind of had this idea sitting in my brain for a while before I even got started on writing this but I'm glad I did.

So in this story Nero is not Vergil's son (yes I know what your all going to say, but he isn't in this story and he will still be distantly related to Vergil and Dante).

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Devil May Cry or the characters from it. Although all OC are mine to do with as I wish *muahahaha* *cough cough*.

EDITED: 21-12-18
Reason-Fixing Layout for easier viewing.

Devil Children

Chapter 1

Amongst the ruins of Fortuna castle resting high up in the mountains and overlooking the city of Fortuna far below stood the hooded form of a black cloaked figure. Looking strangely at ease amongst the ruins and stink of long dead demons all around them they regarded the city below with mild interest.
"So they worship the Dark Knight Sparda as a god, do they?"
Looking a little to the left to what was the remains of what appeared to be a giant humanoid statue the figure couldn't keep the hint of contempt out of their voice, "like that seemed to do them any good." Turning their eyes back toward the centre of the town where a cathedral still stood.
"Still this fanatic religion extremist of a town might just hold some hints to what I'm looking for," and so saying they began to make their way down the steep cliffs to the city below.

"Fuck you old man."
The doors to Devil May Cry burst open and the moody teen stomped through them. Chucking Red Queen and Blue Rose onto the red leather couch that looked like it could barely hold the weight of a person, let along the young demon hunter's weapons. Turning on his heel he glared at the red coated man that had entered the office behind him.
"You could have a least fucking said duck or watch out or something, instead of tossing me into the side of a damn fucking tree."
The man couldn't quite supress the chuckle that escaped his lips and had to dodge the empty beer can thrown at the spot his head had just been.
"Keep your pants on kid, it's not like a little tree would have killed ya. In fact, you probably did more damage to the poor thing than it did to you."
Ignoring the seething curses from the younger hunter the man walked over to his usual spot in the middle of the room and plopped down in the chair, resting his feet on the scarred hardwood desk in front of him, leaning back his hands behind his head. The very picture of a guy with no care in the whole, world.
Ignoring the two hunters a blue coated figure strode past them and after begrudgingly pushing the former ex-order members weapons out of the way sat on the couch. Looking very much like the red coated man but with his hair swept back off his face, he gave off a complete lack of interest to the argument going on in front of him. Placing his beloved katana Yamato next to him he lifted a book from its resting place on the table in front of him, flipping open to his last place and started reading.

The teen had now marched over to the man behind the desk and placed his hands on the wood leaning forward so he was barely a few centimetres from the man's face.
"Your Alzheimer's is getting worse old man, I have a name, it's Nero, so stop calling me kid."
Raising an eye brow at that the man replied, "does this look like the body of an old man, kid," gesturing at his leather clad form that did little to hide the strong muscular body beneath.
Nero rolled his eyes, "enough with that narcissism of yours, you're going to make me puke."
The man put on a disbelieving face, "why I'm just stating the truth, there have been many, many, many women who have gone mad trying to get at this body. Your simply jealous of my many admirers while you're still a pure kid, both body and soul."
The teen flushed scarlet standing there in a stunned stupor for a few minutes before closing his eyes, body visually trembling with rage. "I am going to kill you."

The red coated man wasn't paying him any attention and was busy talking on the phone.
"Yeah can I have a pizza with the lot but no olives please. Yep just put I on my tab."
Tossing the receiver back in its cradle the man smiled at the teen and the blue coated figure.
"Pizza will be here in five."
The blue coated man sighed closing his book gently.
"Pizza again Dante. I have no idea how your body can survive on such utter trash."
Wrinkling his nose slightly he ran a hand through his swept back hair.
"Come on Verge, Pizza is like gods give to mankind, second only been strawberry Sundays and third been booze and women."
Vergil narrowed his eyes at his twin, "don't call me Verge."
Nero walked over and sat down on the other end of the couch much to Vergil's annoyance.
"You know sometimes it's hard to believe you two are twins."
Dante chuckled, "you wouldn't be the first to say that kid. Verge got all the smarts and book learning while I got all the charm and sexiness. It's hardly fair, I know."
There was a knock at the door and Dante leaped up to go and answer it. Nero sighed and turned to look at the older twin, "how did you not kill him when growing up?"
Vergil watched Dante grab the pizza box and pull out a slice before quickly inhaling it. "Oh, I tried quite a number of times. Yamato has probably been cover in my brother's blood more than any other demons. But unfortunately, he has this annoying habit of not staying dead."

Nero glanced down at the katana that had until not long ago been sealed within his devil bringer. He couldn't help but shudder at Vergil's words knowing the blue twin was been completely serious. The phone rang interrupting his thoughts.
"I'll get it," the teen sighed, as Dante was too busy stuffing his face and Vergil had returned to reading his book.
It hadn't been easy getting used to working with the old man as his partner as Nero like to think of it or side kick as Dante like to call it, when he had first come to live at Devil May Cry two months ago, but they made a good team most of the time, though they were still working out all the kinks.
When Vergil had shown up on Dante's doorstep a fortnight before Nero had been shocked then curious at learning the old man had a twin. While he was surprised that Dante invited him to live here he couldn't say anything given it was the old man's only remaining family.
He was still getting used to the blue twin though, despite his quiet efficiency of disposing of demons he just gave of a cold and noble air, as if telling the whole world to stay away from him least he step on their filth. That haughtiness pissed Nero off and when he had tried to give Vergil a piece of his mind he had end up pinned to the floor by the older twins summoned swords. Dante had quickly intervened and Nero had grudgingly left the blue twin alone, only speaking to him when there was no one else to talk to or to complain about the old man.
Usually he would be ignored but occasionally Vergil would reply and talk back to him, be it only a few words or so. But they had still settled into a reluctant truce if only for Dante's sake. Vergil had even taken to training Nero so he would be able to devil trigger without Yamato which he had given back to the blue twin when they had first met, though he could borrow it occasionally and with the older hunter's great reluctance. They were still trying to all get used to this new living arrangement and while they had settle into a routine of sorts they had yet to be one big happy family.

Scoffing at that thought Nero picked up the phones receiver, "Devil May Cry."
The ex-order member smiled brightly as he spoke with the person on the other end, drawing the attention of the twins as they had never seen the teen light up like that, at least not around them.
"Kyrie, it's been awhile how's things been?"
The teen nodded even though the red-haired songstress wouldn't be able to see it and muttered 'hmmm' and 'yep'as she went onto tell him how much she missed him and wanted to see her adopted brother and ex-boyfriend.
"Yeah I miss you too, maybe I'll come up for a visit. We're not so busy now so I should have time. Sure, I'll see you then."
Nero hung up the phone and became aware of the twins watching him. Dante walked over and put his arm around the young teens shoulders, much to the youngster's annoyance.
"So, going to Fortuna for a visit huh kid? Maybe I should tag along and see how it's been holding up since what's-his-face built that statue and tried making a demon angel army."
Nero narrowed his eyes and shoved the elder demon hunter away from him, "no fucking way in hell."

Dante looked at him with puppy eyes, "come on kid, pretty please with a strawberry on top."
Nero shook his head moving to pick up and holster his weapons.
"No, you can stay here with Vergil and do some work for once."
Sulking the half devil crossed his arms, "I do work, when I want to, besides if I work too much Lady and Trish will just steal more of my money. Anyway, Vergil hasn't been to Fortuna before so he should come along and see the sights. Right Verge?"
"I've been to Fortuna, though it was a long time ago," he responded flipping to the next page in his book.
Dante and Nero looked at him with surprise before Dante tried reasoning with Nero again, "come on kid, you may as well let us go with you. It's always nicer to have company."
Nero sighed, "fine, but only if you stop calling me kid. You would have just followed me anyway and at least this way I can keep and eye on you and stop you from making a mess."
The elder hunter nodded grinning, "sure thing kid."
Smacking his head Nero muttered about 'frigging senile old men' and headed out the door.

Turning to his elder twin Dante chuckled, "it's always fun to tease the kid."
Closing his book the blue devil stood up and walked over to his twin.
"One day he's going to get you back for all that teasing, besides I never said I wanted to go on this little field trip anyway."
The red hunter just shrugged, "I'd like to see him try, could be entertaining and you're coming Vergil. You need to get out more and I don't just mean when we go out on jobs. You need to interact with people more instead of just me and the kid."
Vergil scowled at the thought of interacting with mere humans, "why do I need to? I can recognise you as an equal as my brother, the boy is at least somewhat capable and I even acknowledge the presence of the abomination and female hunter when they come over. Isn't that good enough? Why should I need to associate with other lower beings?"
Sighing the red devil put his hands on his twin's shoulders, "Verge, humans aren't lesser beings. They may not be as powerful as demons but they have their own strength. You could learn from them. So, stop been so introverted and let's go have some fun."
Spinning his elder twin around he pushed him out the door and to the beat up red Camero that Nero was already waiting in front of.

"About time old man, I was about to leave without you," Nero grumbled.
After been death glared at by Vergil he reluctantly opened the back door and sat in the rear sit. The blue hunter then gracefully seated himself in the passenger side with Dante sliding in beside the wheel.
"Sorry kid, let's go."
After turning the key a few times and a few words encouragement they car managed to start and they were soon heading to the nearest ferry to Fortuna.

Nero stepped off the ferry onto Fortuna docks and took a deep breath. That had been the longest drive and subsequent ferry ride of his life.
He had spent the vast majority of it cussing the red hunter and plotting numerous and horrible ways to murder him. It was a good thing they had docked when they had because he had almost gotten to the point on carrying out these plans.
Looking around he couldn't help but think about how this place hadn't changed at all. Dante stretched and stepped of the ferry to stand next to the ex-order member, his twin following behind him.
"So, you going to see your failed crush now aren't you kid?"
Glaring at the red clad man the teen hissed, "she was not a failed crush we just both decided to remain as siblings, and her name is Kyrie."
"Sure, but you still got dumped."
The young devil swore and started to walk down the street choosing to ignore the two pairs of footsteps following behind him.

A few people stared as they passed and Nero checked to make sure his devil bringer was fully hidden in its sling.
Living at Devil May Cry he hadn't had to worry about the awkward stares and people gossiping about his arm and he had felt comfortable leaving it uncovered even when on missions, but it was different in Fortuna.
While Kyrie may have accepted him the rest of Fortuna were still wary and feared anything demonic which sadly also meant him. Despite the fact, he had saved them all he knew if they were to see his arm they would all turn on him and hunt him down.
It had made living in Fortuna stifling and he hadn't felt sad in the slightest when he had left to search for Dante.

"So, where we going kid?"
Sighing the teen turned to look at the red devil behind him.
"We're heading to the cathedral. It's mostly repaired and Kyrie still sings for the order with is still intact despite everything that happened. It's amazing how strong people's blind belief can be."
Nero came to a stop out a small court yard with a fountain in the centre. He then turned to where the remains of a hell gate and giant statue rested in the distance.
Dante came over and joined him.
"Doesn't feel like that long ago that we were standing right here after saving the world, huh kid?"
Nero nodded choosing to let the 'kid' remark go in favour of not ruining the moment."

"Ne..Nero?"
Nero turned to see an auburn haired young woman standing on the other side of the fountain. Grinning widely, he quickly walked over to her, giving her a hug as he picked her up and spun around, much to the red twin's amusement and the blue twin's distaste.
"Kyrie, I've missed you," he said finally setting her back down on the ground.
The songstress blushed and rested her hands on the teens chest, "I've missed you too."
A cough coming from behind them made Nero remember he wasn't along and with a sigh he walked towards the culprit with Kyrie his hand, which wasn't in the sling, resting in hers.
"Kyrie, you've already met Dante," the ex-order member gestured at the said man, who gave a bow causing the young songstress to blush and give a small giggle.
"Hi Dante, thanks for looking after Nero."
The red clad man smirked, "oh my pleasure, it's been a difficult job but I've managed to keep the kid out of trouble and in one piece."
Nero narrowed his eyes at the red hunter. Dante was the one who got him into trouble most of the time in the first place due to his boredom and Nero was usually the devil hunter that ended up getting the raw deal and sporting numerous bruises, aches and wounds from these incidents.

The songstress then glanced nervously over at the blue clad man who she noticed bore a striking resemblance to the red devil hunter.
"This is Vergil, Dante's twin. He moved in about two weeks ago," Nero explained.
Kyrie nodded and walked over to the blue devil and held out her hand.
"Hello, I'm Kyrie, Nero's adopted sister. It's a pleasure to meet you Vergil."
Vergil looked down at the offered hand and glared at it coldly before turning that icy gaze to the woman it was connected to. The songstress froze unable to supress a shiver of fear.
Nero growled and was about ready to punch the obnoxious conceited bastard when Dante grabbed Kyrie's shoulder spinning her around and started walking down the street.
"So, Kyrie, I don't know about you but I'm famished, you wouldn't happen to know of any pizza places around here, would you?"
As the songstress started to explain there was no pizza places in Fortuna, Vergil started to follow behind them, keeping a slight distance.
Nero exhaled angrily and after counting to ten, ran to catch up. He wasn't going to let the blue twin's rude behaviour go, but for Kyrie's sake he'd suck it up for now. That didn't mean he wouldn't give Vergil a sound beating when they were back at Devil May Cry though.

When he caught up he shot Dante a dirty look as the red hunter still had his arm resting over Kyrie's shoulders. About to push that arm off he paused as he saw the red devil looking at his sling. Looking down he saw that the blue glow of his devil bringer was shining through his cast.
Before he could say anything though, a huge explosion ripped through the air, causing the songstress to shriek and the devil hunters to crouch low and look around for the cause.
Ignoring the screams of people running by shouting about a demon attack Nero checked to make sure Kyrie was alright. Spotting smoke coming a few blocks away the twin hunters checked their gear and prepared themselves for a fight.
"You ready kid," Dante asked, pulling out his hand guns Ebony and Ivory, and spinning them in his hands.
Nero nodded, "Kyrie stay here," he said and went to stand up when he was stopped by the songstress grabbing his jacket.
Looking down at her he saw she had a determined look despite her pale face.

"I'm coming too."
The teen looked at her in shock before narrowing his eyes and yelling at her, "No, you're staying right here where it's save. I'm not letting you put yourself in danger for no reason. You're not a demon hunter Kyrie."
Glaring back at him she yelled back, "so what if I'm not a demon hunter, how can I stand back when innocent people could be hurt."
They stood shooting daggers at each other before the songstress sighed and gently said, "besides, I know nothing bad will happen to me."
Nero frowned, "how do you know?"
She looked at him with those brown eyes of hers and smiled, "because you'll protect me."
Blinking in astonishment he rubbed his nose and sighed. "Fine, but make sure you stay behind me," he said giving her a hand to stand up.
The songstress nodded and squeezed his hand before they turned to look at the twin who had remained quiet during their exchange.

Dante was grinning like a Cheshire cat and kept winking at Nero causing the teen to blush madly, swearing under his breath, while Vergil was looking extremely annoyed at been made to wait.
Clapping his twin on the back and ignoring the death glare they shot at him, Dante opened his arms wide, "alright, let's party," he said before turning on his heel towards the sounds of screaming and destruction, the others keeping pace behind him.

Ok so first off I apologise for ending it here and not introducing the stranger, but I'd rather write smaller and hopefully more frequent chapters, instead of larger and slower to come out chapters. (Of course this depends on my motivation and the amount of free time I can get when not working or been busy with life).

Secondly, please review and respond. This will greatly motivate me to keep writing this story as nothing is better then knowing people enjoy your work. I would love constructive criticism (though no flaming, don't just say it's crap, explain why it's crap) and please let me know if the Devil May Cry characters are too OC. I'm trying to keep them as in character as possible, though still let them grow and such.

Note: I have edited the layout so it should hopefully be easier to read now and have added the disclaimer which I cannot believe I forgot given how much fan fiction I've read.

Thanks for reading,

Shadow Wishes.