Oh mah gawd people. It's almost the end of the school year, so I took advantage of the free time I got and put this chapter together before things got REALLY busy. So here's chapter 4, and I made it super long. Enjoy!

P.S. Nero's still smexaaaay =D

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Awaken, you worthless little prick.

Wake up.

How will you save Kyrie if all you're going to do it fucking nap for the rest of your life?

WAKE UP!!!

I opened my eyes immediately. Wait, something was wrong. I looked around frantically. Nothing. There was nothing within sight.

Everything was pitch black.

This wasn't the opera house. This… this wasn't even a place. Where the hell was I?

The one color that stood out in this black environment was the blue that came out of my arm.

I was standing up too, which was weird because I could've sworn I fell on my backside.

Ugh, look at you. You look like some clueless, lost child. It's pathetic.

Where was that voice coming from? I looked around, wondering who the hell was insulting me.

"Who's there?" I called out, my voice echoing into the nothingness.

Of course, you don't know me, do you Nero?

"You apparently know me," I told the voice. "Who the fuck are you?"

Look at your arm, Nero.

I looked down at my demonic. I stood back a bit, it was glowing wildly. "Wh-what the hell? What did you do to my arm!?"

Blue energy suddenly shot out of the palm of my evil hand and stopped a few feet in front of me. It began to take the shape of a person. Slowly, it turned solid.

When it turned into an actual person, a gasp escaped my lips. "D-Dante?!"

The person in front of my looked exactly like Dante, except his hair was spiked up, and he had a more unfriendly and serious face.

"I'm not Dante, dumbass."

He sounded a lot more different than Dante, too. Who the hell was this guy?

"Well… if you're not Dante, then who are you?" I asked.

"Vergil."

"Alright Vergil. What do you want with me?"

"What do I want with you?" He chuckled, like I was stupid or something. "Nero, I believe it is YOU who needs ME."

These little riddles of his were really starting to piss me off. "Listen asshole! I'm sick of this! You better tell me what the fuck's going on or I'll-"

"You'll what Nero? Kill me?" He chuckled again. "I'm afraid that's impossible."

"The fuck you mean impossible?"

"Look at your arm."

I looked down, but my eyes widened in shock when I saw that my demonic arm was no longer there, instead it was a regular human arm, just like I used to have. A small gasp escaped my lips. A human arm, something I wanted for so long.

"What did you do…?" I whispered. I looked up at him, only to see that he was slightly smirking. "Stop fucking smirking, you look like that asshole Dante when you do that!"

"I'm his twin brother, stupid ass," he said. "I'm practically you Nero. That arm of yours is me. That arm of yours is the only reason why you've made it so far. It was all me Nero. All. Me."

I looked down again, this time my demonic arm was back in its rightful place. "Why me…? Why… no, HOW?"

"Well Nero, I died a very long time ago," he began to explain. "Thanks to Dante. However, as a true son of Sparda, I would never give up so easily, not even after death. I pretty much possessed you, a young toddler. You, however, were not ready to receive MY power. Instead, I waited until I was sure you were ready, waiting until that very day that demon attacked you. I truly awakened, and so formed that arm of yours to give you real demonic powers."

"You're… the reason I'm a monster?" I looked at my glowing blue palm. This was a lot to take in for me, considering all the shit I'd been through.

"Not a monster, Nero. An advanced living being. You are what many humans wish to be."

"A fucking demon?! People want to be a demon!? Well, I don't! I don't want to deal with any of this shit! All I ever wanted was to live happily ever after with Kyrie! Now that I'm involved with this demon shit that dream of mine sure as hell ain't happening!"

"You think if you were a regular human that'd still happen? Remember all the battles you've fought with that arm. With MY power. Imagine what'd happen to you AND Kyrie if none of that happened!"

This silenced me. He had a point, if it wasn't for the arm, I would sure as hell have been dead.

"Now are you going to fucking cry, or are you going to go out there, kill Dante, and get Kyrie back?!"

My lower lip quivered. Remembering Kyrie was just too painful, I was too afraid to think what was happening to her.

"Alright," I muttered after the long silence. "But, just what the hell do you get out of all of this?"

I saw him smirk again. Just his face pissed the fuck out of me. He looked exactly like Dante, without the clever, dumbass look to him. "The pleasure of killing Dante," he said, almost sounding like a snake.

"Oh, and another thing. Why am I not dead?"

"Knowing Dante, I think he WANTS you to come after him. Thing is, you must learn to master your- well, OUR power if you're going to defeat him. Your body still cannot keep up with my real power, only a fraction. Even your Devil Trigger is only a piece of my power."

"So… how will I be able to train?"

"We're in your subconscious. I will mentally train you. Trust me, I'll be able to make it work. Right now, what you must do is leave Fortuna. There's a pretty good chance Dante is in his little business, Devil May Cry."

"Where the hell is that?" I had no idea where this Devil May Cry place was. Shit, I didn't know anything out of Fortuna.

"I'll lead you there myself," he said simply. "I'm a part of you, remember?"

I looked down at the completely nothingness beneath my feet. My God, my subconscious was fucking empty.

"Now-"

"Wait," I interrupted. "Would you have some kind of idea why Dante would turn on me like that and kidnap Kyrie?"

"Honestly, I do not know. We'll see when we meet up with him, I suppose."

Damn. Not even a clue as to why that asswipe would do something like this.

"Now. Leave."

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My eyes opened again. This time it was not the black nothingness of my subconscious. No, it was me, back at the Opera House. The screams of the citizens earlier were no longer heard. In fact, it was dead silent. I got up from the floor and ran over to the Opera House's doors. I opened them, only to see daylight and a few damaged cars. That was all… no dead bodies, or anything.

Dante's little demon army didn't kill them, only scared them off.

They were hiding then. Good, at least the city itself was safe. I started to feel guilty on the thoughts I had earlier when running to the Opera House for Kyrie.

I suddenly ran. I ran as fast as my legs could take me. The faster I left the city, the faster I'd get to Kyrie. I passed by crashed cars, clouds of smoke. A cat or two ran across the street before I crushed them with my feet. I tried to run faster, and faster.

I wasn't even panting when I left the city, I continued to run. This was what I was destined for. To save a life, but not just any life.

The love of my life.