Yes, I have something of a grudge against Kyrie, it's her own damn fault for being so sweet and innocent. Most of my fanfic involve her hurting Nero in some way, well this one will be no different. Hope you like.

No, I don't own Dante or Nero or Kyrie.

Nero opened his eyes to the dark world around him, his pale glowing Devil Bringer chained to the wall above his head, the other hanging limply at his side. He shook his head sadistically laughing at himself for getting himself in such a fucked up predicament. In all honesty it was is own damn fault. He should have known Kyrie would turn on him…like the rest, he just didn't see it coming. Now he sat in the dungeon beneath the cathedral that he himself helped rebuild in the year following the fall of Santus. A rat crawled across the toe of his boot making the young hunter jump slightly, then rolled his eyes as he kicked the scruffy little monster away. Nero sighed replaying the past events in his head for about the bazillinth time in a week, at least he thinks it's a week, hard to tell with everything being and staying pitch black.

Nero's Flashback

Giggling, "Close your eyes Nero." Kyrie lightly ordered. Her cheeks flushing an extraordinary shade of pink as he eyed her curiously from his position on her floral printed couch. They'd just finished eating a fantastic dinner that Kyrie had painstakingly prepared throughout the day Nero had been on patrol. She giggled again covering her mouth with the back of her hand. In the opposite hand she held a black cloth, Nero eyed it sumptuously, a grin playing at the corner of his mouth. For the longest time he'd been trying to get closer to the girl who supposedly loved him with all her heart. every time he tried she'd giggle, blush and hightail it to her own bedroom. Yes, I know they've been living together for almost a year and yet they had separate bedrooms, so you know what that means; no hanky-panky.(sigh) yes, Nero was slightly frustrated. He guessed Kyrie just wasn't ready for that kind of relationship…Anywho, Nero closed his eyes giving the girl one last glimpse before everything was covered in darkness literally. A knot was tied tightly behind his head, a few strands of hair getting caught in the fabric yanked painfully as the knot is pulled tight. He didn't say anything. He felt her hands slide down his clothed chest, his heart beat picked up a few notches, he grinned stupidly. He never expected this from the shy young woman, he also didn't expect what happened next. Kyrie tugged Nero to his feet by the front of his hoodie, he followed like a puppy waiting for a treat. He felt her breath on the bared shin of his porcelain neck,

"Oh, Nero, I've been waiting for this for a long time but I never had the courage till now…"

Nero's heart thumped faster, his pulsed quickened as her nimble fingers began to unzip the red hoodie, her fingers slide to his waist, skin heated at her touch then the unexpected pain as her knee connected with his groin. Nero clutched himself in unexpected pain as he fell back into the couch. Unseen arms grabbed him holding down flailing appendages, something cold and metallic clamped around his Bringer. Nero could feel his strength slowly sucked away. The blindfold yanked forcefully, ripping a few hairs out with it. Nero's confused blue eyes meet a cold hard glare of Kyrie's brown doe eyes, something he'd never seen in them before; disgust and hate radiated from her.

"What's going on? Kyrie? Why are you doing this?!" He weakly demanded, not able to lash out at the woman or fight off the order members most of whom he recognized. They stood him on his feet, she closed the small distance between them,

"Poor Nero, to think I could ever love a freak like you, you're the reason Credo isn't by my side right now, you should have died that day, not him…I've waited for this moment for a long time, you're a menace to the pristine city of Fortuna, you've tainted it's innocents with your presence and now you will be properly dealt with…" She chastely pressed her lips to his pale cheek, "Good riddance Nero, may we never meet again.

"Wh…wait, I don't understand…Kyrie…" Something bashed into his skull from behind knocking the demon boy unconscious…

The next time Nero opened his eyes everything is dark, blackness blanked everything, only the dull glow of his demonic arm is the only light visible. His head was pounding from the inside out. Nero pulled experimentally on the only chain currently holding him to the wall attached to said Bringer. It wouldn't budge and the cuff tight enough around his wrist that it gave no motion. He also noticed a wide bronze bracelet encircling the same wrist a few runes carved into its surface seeming to suck away the strength in his arm. After a few hours of trying to pry it off by any means necessary he gave up finding no way to get it or the bracer off.

Nero let his head fall back against the brick wall. Every once on a while someone would come in giving him something to eat, but would never answer his questions or barely look at him. Setting a plate of food just inside his reach not risking getting to close should the devil try to pull something. He was weak from being immobile for far to long, his limbs felt heavy and he reeked. As far as he could tell he was the only soul occupying the large open dungeon.

"Hello Nero…"

He recognized the sweet voice immediately. Nero struggled to his feet, his legs felt like jello.

"Kyrie, what the hell is going on?!" He demanded.

The girl stepped closer but not close enough, for Nero lunged at her and the accompanying guard only to fall about six inches short of his intended destination, pulling frantically at the chain to chain a bit more length.

"Stop struggling Nero, it'll do you no good. That pretty little bracelet is sapping your demonic strength, you're nothing more than a common human with a disfigured arm as long as that remains…"She snickered.

"Kyrie, what the fuck is wrong with you, why are you doing this?!"

The backhand across his face came harsh and unyielding from the guard, "You will show a bit of respect to the lady, watch your mouth." Nero felt the blood quickly surface from his lip, he licked at it tasting the warm iron. It dripped down his chin where he wiped it away with his sleeve. He backed up a few steps, wary of the fact that he didn't heal like he should have, hell that shouldn't even had drawn blood. He glanced again at the bracelet. The fucking thing subdued his demonic powers, 'I am totally screwed' he thought bitterly to himself. Kyrie's mouth was moving, it took him moment to focus on what she was saying,

"We haven't decided exactly what to do with you just yet Nero," Her voice cold, he'd never heard her use that voice before. He glanced up seeing that she absentmindedly taken a step closer and he lunged nearly catching her. She slipped out of his grasp just in time for the guard to hit him had from behind, the 'thwack' of the man's baton across his lower spin caused Nero to scream out in pain, then another and another, one landing in his ribs, he swore he heard a crack as the metal rod came down again. The pain burned through his body. The man knocked him across the face with it before he heard Kyrie yell for the man to stop. They left without a word to the cringing boy. Nero curled himself back against the wall holding his ribs, trying hard not to cry. His cheek burned from the rough treatment. As the darkness claimed him once again Nero managed to choke out three words,

"Dante…help me…"

Okay, first chapter complete, do you like? (cookie for you review)