Hello and welcome to chapter 7! Yes I made it all the way to chapter 7! I'm so happy! This is the longest story so far! Please enjoy and leave a review! Author's notes at the end of the chapter.
7. Sparda's Tale
Everyone was up in Dante's room seated on either the bed, a chair, or in Nero's case, the windowsill. Sitting in the window wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing since Nero's side was wrapped up in tight bandages… but he wasn't going to tell them that. He wasn't going to let them know that he wasn't doing that well.
Sparda adjusted his eye monocle and relaxed, looking as though he was digging up a very long history. "…Well, where should I begin? This is quite a long story…"
Vergil looked intrigued, Dante looked ever so slightly bored, and Nero just sighed. God he hoped this wouldn't take forever.
"Well let me see… one day, when you both were very young, the Hellgate was acting quite oddly so I went to check on it and I was met by an assemblage of purebloods. They were still loyal to Mundes and were able, with their combined power, to overpower me. Of course, Mundes has never exactly fought fare… so sending 10 purebloods to attack me is a much expected move for him to take.
They managed to knock me unconscious and took me to Mundes. Needless to say that he was more than happy to see me again. Just recently I escaped and I found an old companion and fellow pureblood. Syone is her daughter. I commissioned her to travel with me and to help me in finding you due to the fact that I am not avid in the ways of human technology."
At that the room fell silent. Dante looked overwhelmed, Vergil seemed somewhat lost, and Nero just blinked. It took 10 powerful demons to take Sparda down? How powerful was he? He looked harmless but was apparently truly dangerous. And he was there dad? Were the legions about Sparda true?
"…Well you can stay if you want." Dante said as he, Vergil and Syone got up and left the room.
Nero got up and slowly tried to walk out the room. His side hurt horribly but he was working through the pain. Sparda was looking at a small book but didn't seem to need to look at Nero directly to tell that something was very wrong with him. "You're injured." Was all he had to say.
Nero nodded. "Yea, I had a bad run in with Vergil the other day. He got me pretty good."
Sparda looked interested. "And of your arm? Why is it wrapped up?"
Nero felt uncomfortable as he looked down at his arm in its normal place in its sling. He had gotten in the habit of keeping his Devil Bringer concealed in some way, shape, or form. Keeping it wrapped up was just one of his many clever ways of doing so. "…It's nothing… my arm is just kind of… different… Why do you ask so many questions?"
Sparda became instantly intrigued. "What is it that you mean by "different" child? And my sincerest apologies for all my questions. Asking questions is how I get to know new people and how I always have."
Nero paused for a moment and looked uncomfortable. He hated when people asked him about his arm. After a moment of hesitation, he slowly began to unwrap the bandages around his arm. The bandage extended down to his finger tips until; finally, his Devil Bringer was completely visible. Sparda looked mesmerized.
"…Well… that is quite different. I could feel that something was very different about your powers. How unique… can you demonstrate how your abilities work for me, please?"
Nero hesitated for a moment. He didn't feel like this today. But he would humor him. Nero would do something small. He then used his devil bringer to reach across the room and turn on the lamp in the corner. Sparda watched, amazed. He had never seen anything quite like Nero's powers. "…Very impressive. You are Vergil's son, no?"
Nero blinked. "Hell no. not to my knowledge."
Sparda had to suppress a laugh. "You have quite a colorful vocabulary for someone so young."
Nero just sighed. "You just don't know. Why do you think I'm Vergil's son?"
Sparda smiled. "Because I can sense it and I feel his demonic presence in you. It's a part of your DNA. If I am correct, you are a Quarterbreed."
Nero was quickly becoming tired of talking. "*Maybe. Who knows? I grew up in an orphanage. I've never known my parents.* the room fell silent for a moment. Sparda seemed to be deeply concentrating on something that Nero could only figure had something to do with what he had just said. To be honest, Nero didn't really care.
Sparda closed his book and folded his hands. "… your lack of caring on this subject is… interesting. Don't worry yourself. I will look into this and get back to you as soon as possible."
Nero just blinked. "How did you know what I was thinking?"
Sparda just smirked. "You don't live as long as I have and lack the ability to read people. Plus, it was written all over your face. You did a decent job of trying to hide it though."
With that Nero just walked out the door, surprised. "… Creepy… I guess that explains why he's there dad…"
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Author's Notes: after Reading Laryan6's Stories Rapture, As the Trumpets Sound, Angel Saga and a few of his other stories (I loved all of them and keep rereading them) and I based my views of Sparda off of them and of several sources. I've always seen him as a very loving parent and an awesome husband/ mate/ whatever you want to call him. I also like to think that Vergil isn't totally evil. I think that he wanted to get Sparda's power so that he could feel closer to Sparda, compensate for the loss of his mother, and protect Dante because he was the last thing he had left. As far as Dante, he's the same old dude and nothing about Nero needs to change, either. There perfect just the way they are!
