Dante has lived most of his life alone, ever since his mother died and his older twin brother left to pursue the power of his father Sparda, always stepping to his shop with no ine to greet him. Lady and Trish were there but they never bothered to greet him other than a simple 'hey'. He learned to cope with loneliness, to stand up in his own feet, to keep his thoughts to himself. Sure, he might be seen as a guy who takes things easily, but deep inside there was a void in his heart. A desire.
He wanted to have a simple, regular family.
A brother who cared, a mother who wasn't butchered by demons and a father who didn't dissapeared suddenly.
All he wanted was that, and yet here he was, walking doen a dark street back to his shop, Devil May Cry. At least the shop offered little respite to him, that and the Devil Arms, they still were powerful demon just in a form of a weapon, still able to talk. But it did little to help Dante.
His blue eyes gaze to a car that was parked near the door way to Devil May Cry, he thought of Morrison, a surprise visit?
Dante walked up to the door and opened it.
Nero was sitting Dante's chair, on the table was a meal for two, two pieces of cake in the side and what appears to be a pitcher of iced tea, Nero's eyes met Dante's, a small smile spread across Nero's lips.
"Hey Dante, or should I say...uncle." Nero greeted, the last part hit Dante, "I'm sure you're wondering why the hell I'm here and why I'm calling you uncle, but just take a seat and eat, Kyrie made it and the food's great when it's hot." He offered.
Dante was stunned by Nero's sudden change of attitude, well, sort of change, his usual brashness and vulgarity was still there, but his tone caught him off guard. Wordlessly, he walked up to the table, sat down at one of the chairs that was provided and began to silently eat.
"I'll get to the point, it's not that hard. I know who's my father, Dante. The obvious hint was when I restored Yamato, and pretty much resented you and him for leaving me." Nero started, poking his food with a fork, "Then, Lady and Morrison began telling me your tale, and, well felt like an absolute asshole for it."
"Spending your days alone. That sucks, I know that feeling." Nero then stared at Dante, "So..I just want to say these words to you, Dante."
Dante's eyes kept staring at Nero's as he stood up, Nero leaned against the wall, his arms crossed,
"Welcome home, uncle, It's good to see you." Nero greeted, genunity and kindness present on his tone.
Those words hit Dante hard, memories of his father and mother greeting him rach time he got back from school with Vergil, always chastating him with things happening in school.
A single tear fell down from Dante's eyes, "T-thanks, I-its good to be at...home." Dante spoke quietly as he stood up from the chair.
Nero walked towards to Damte before they hugged one another, silently shedding tears.
Even though they were merely shards of what was left, they found a familial bond with one another.
Between family.
Mother, I dedicate this to you, and all the things that I will accomplish. Wherever you are, I love you, mama.