Nero wondered if the cemetery didn't just spell cheap horror film by it's very suggestion. Not that he was afraid more finding the trail a predictable wandering torment. It gave him time to think about him and Kyrie though, he sighed at that thought too. He loved her, he knew that but he also knew that she'd seen and been through enough for one lifetime.
The more he worried about her, the more distant he seemed to end up, and then she would get angry in response to that as well. Nero sighed, it was complicated enough when you considered the family background, then of course Dante had shown up and he had been confused for some time over that too. Now he just accepted that life was going to be one continuous stream of pain.
The gates to the cemetery would once have been secured, locked up at night to stop kids trespassing through, vandals kicking over headstones etc. Now they were hanging off, rusted by time, rain and the strange ash that coated most of the town of Silent Hill. Nero gave a soft sigh and slipped through the gates.
He pulled up his earphones and looked around, turned on the music and set to walking. Nero liked a decent tune running around in his head, he found that somehow it allowed him to distance from the fact he was killing, sure they were demons but wasn't he part demon?
Nero's own hand rested on his gun as he walked around, the thudding base in his ear meant he didn't have to worry about the Jurassic Park style footsteps, his hand would light up if it was demonic and if it was anything else and attacked he wasn't going to be afraid. He picked up a trail of blood along the main path and set to following it, he had an hour for each place but the Police Station hadn't taken him too long so he decided not to rush around.
He found the trail ended at a large mausoleum, the inhabitant named as H. Fuller, he marked on his little notes that it was in the Janus listed area of the cemetery and then looked around again. The cemetery itself didn't seem the match the one on the map, then again Nero wondered if anything really matched up anymore. He made a note they died 1883 and then tried to work out just how long the place had been empty. He gave up though, he would need a library and some time to do that.
The mausoleum had little of interest to offer, Nero was starting to convince himself not a lot would happen. It was that little bit that didn't happen that he probably should have been very glad for, from behind him even over the music he could hear metal on stone.
At first he thought it was a sword, perhaps Dante messing around but then he realised to be making noise over his tunes it had to be bigger than that. Nero turned around in time to come face to face with something he really wasn't sure how to describe.
The thing must have been about 8 foot tall, maybe... it was hard to judge since it had a giant metal pyramid covering the top half. Nero looked up and then knocked on the tin lid, the cleaver or whatever it had was dragging behind. Nero didn't have time to think about it, only to react as the sword came swinging around in a manner that he knew meant business.
Nero grabbed his sword as he leapt into the air, using a gravestone at the side to leap up and land on the top of the mausoleum, The creature swung the blade around and only second before where his feet had been the sword clashed into the gravestone and obliterated it.
Nero was no stranger to power and damn near death slices but this thing hadn't set his hand glowing. It didn't look like it should be able to move like it did and then it brought the sword over it's head ready to bring it down on the mausoleum, the descendent of Sparda leapt and landed on it's head, somersaulting and landing behind him with his hand revving the blade ready to go into combat.
The monstrous thing slammed through the concrete setting of the final resting place of , the concrete housing of his skeletal remains spewed open. The shattered bones and ash flew up into the air around the masonry and Nero brought his arm up in time to protect himself. He skidded back from the force of the door hitting him and rolled back into an open grave several feet behind.
Nero decided it wasn't worth trying to get cocky and kick ass without knowing what the thing was so he lay silently hoping that it would pass him by. Nero groaned internally, he was sure that despite it being a mental thing anyone in a million miles could have picked up on it. The creature was walking his way, bad enough he had to suffer the shit of it being around but if it could follow him he was in for a long night running.
"Get offs!" PJ was across the other side of the room, he yelled and then ran off into the distance.
The creature PJ didn't began to shuffle that way, Nero sat up from the grave just in time to see the giant lumbering muscles wrapped in bloodied leathers wandering down the path, He fell back into the mud and ash with a slight sigh of relief but why had the demon boy decided to try and help him? Or was he simply toying with him for later? He tried to text Dante on his mobile but there was no signal, figured, it's not like the human world really thought to put a Verizon mast on the forth level or a Vodafone one in the middle of the lakes of fire...
"Balls." Nero muttered before finally standing up to climb out of the grave. He smirked to himself as he imagined Dante fishing out a skull and badly reciting bits of Shakespeare, something's would never change. Nero could at least report back that PJ hadn't escaped him, he was still there and still watching.
He made his way back to the appointed rendezvous after putting his headphones back on but turning down the volume a little. Nero decided that he didn't really care much what happened as long as the power on his tunes kept going. He could almost forgive the fact he was now covered in a fairly messy set of dust, bone fragments, mud and slime now that he'd seen PJ hadn't just disappeared without a trace.
He wondered what they were supposed to do to help him anyway, if PJ didn't like them there and Vergil's assumptions about him being able to control aspects of the place wasn't it likely he could easily kill them off?
Still lost in his musings the younger of the three hunters wasn't really paying attention as he slid down into yet another grave. With a curse that would have reminded anyone that heard it of his demonic side he tried to scrabble up. It was then he realised that he'd put his boot into something very soft and squishy.
He looked down to the rotting body, puss and leaking fluids had come around his boot and if he hadn't got a very strong stomach he'd probably have been sick there and then. Nero pulled his foot free, with a horrid sucking noise before the final yank and he was out again. He was about to jump up when he spotted a shining medallion and picked it up, clearing off what he could of the blood and bile he spotted the same intricate design that Vergil had, only he didn't know that.
He pocketed it and picked up his weaponry before skipping through the cemetery, mincing a strange rotted half-dog thing and then seeing the sign for the hotel he knew he was probably going to end up regretting saying he'd come along.
"I really don't learn... Dante's trouble, why wouldn't the twins teaming up spell anything less than utter Chaos." He chuckled as he headed into the reception.
