Holy shitballs this thing gained some traction. Like, nearly twenty three follows in half a week. Guess I gotta step it up, huh?

After spoiling myself to absolute hell since I can't afford DMCV, I will confirm that yes I will bring the things revealed in DMCV into this fic, but they will be handled a bit differently.

In response to tenimyuohtori: OOOH YEAH. yes, Sparda is very disappointed indeed.

In response to ticktickdrew: in the words of Nico, "I know I'm late, shut it!" Just kidding tho, moar will come.

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"So what brings you here, kid? Guessing that those worship freaks found you out?"

Dante asked, settling down in his chair and picking a piece of broom material out of his mouth.

Nero, having helped the fellow part devil clean the room, fell onto the couch.

"More or less. It really pissed me off when they decided Kyrie wasn't worthy of me. Kept calling her a witch and tried to drive her away from me."

Dante nodded, resting his boots on his desk. Patty gave a glare to the devil hunter, making him remove his feet from his desk.

"Sounds like they don't appreciate their new Savior. Ironic, huh?"

"You're one to talk, old man! I bet if they knew you were Sparda's son they would've worshipped the gun you shot his holiness with!"

Dante and Nero laughed at the jab, neither of them noticing the humorous rumble said Devil Sword emitted.

Dante glanced over to Vergil, who was still out cold in the floorboards. Dante initially worried that he had accidentally killed him, but after checking a pulse and receiving a mumble of 'I'll kill you' Dante's fears were relieved.

Dante sighed, leaning back into his chair. Nero also relaxed, being careful not to move his right arm as he did so.

"Hey kid, what's up with the sling? Thought you liked your arm."

Nero looked down at his arm, opening and closing his fist. He had long since accepted his demonic arm, but he figured that it would be best if he hid it while in other places.

"Just making sure I don't get chased by a mob of angry christians."

Dante gave a sharp laugh, amused by the comment but not exactly approving of it. They both sat quietly for a while, simply looking about the room awkwardly.

After a long stretch of time without any communication, Nero fell into a silent stupor, examining the room unconsciously.

He noticed the distinct lack of a TV, making Nero cringe at the thought of Dante simply sitting silently with nothing to do for hours on end.

"Hey Dante, where's the TV? Don't tell me you don't have any entertainment around here."

"Hey, we got a pool table and a jukebox. Patty over there took the old year '96 one. I can't even afford a TV anyway."

Nero gave a look of confusion. He thought that Dante would've been rolling in cash, given the demon infestation around Fortuna.

"Besides, that prick over there was supposed to pay off my debts. But look, he's slackin' off!"

Dante said, pointing a relatively aggressive finger at Vergil, who was now starting to awaken from his nap in the floorboards.

Nero watched as the man in the blue coat extracted his face from the wood with a grunt and shook his head of the splinters.

"Well brother, if you hadn't pressed my face into the floor I would've gladly added to your list of debts. Let's call it the hospital bill."

Dante sighed as he got up from his chair and stood between Nero and the recovering Vergil.

As Nero watched the man pull himself from the floor, he glanced at Dante who returned the look with a shrug.

After Vergil had righted himself and sheathed Takemikazuchi Dante extended his hand towards the elder brother.

"Nero, this is Vergil. He might be your father."

Before Nero could suck in the statement Vergil quickly pointed a finger at the younger half devil.

"We never agreed on that, Dante."

"Who else could it be, Verge? I got done with my monkeying around a long time before he was born."

Vergil's gaze narrowed and he moved his finger forward threateningly. Dante extended his arms in a 'what?' gesture.

Vergil stood silently for a second before lowering his hand and shaking his head in frustration. Dante moved to enter the kitchen, but stopped short when Vergil re-assumed his previous stance.

"We will speak about this later."

"Yeah, whatever bro."

Dante said, shaking his head and moving for the kitchen. He needed a beer, and maybe one or ten asprins.

Vergil moved his head to the side, watching as Nero removed his sling and arm wrapping, exposing his Devil Bringer.

Nero stood, moving closer to Vergil while he discarded his sling onto the floor.

"So you're my dad, huh?"

Before Vergil could speak the Devil Bringer planted itself in his cheek, sending the blue half devil flying into the wall, shaking the jukebox in the wake of the impact.

As the jukebox settled a record disk slapped into place, filling the air with music that was eerily similar to Linkin Park.

Dante quickly re-entered the room, witnessing Nero's angry Devil Trigger.

Nero stood quietly, holding his right wrist tightly. The Devil Bringer clutched Yamato, which hummed with a furious energy.

A dark blue aura wrapped around Nero and a large image of a knightly demon hovered behind him. The hologram gripped the ghostly version of Yamato tightly, mirroring Nero's own position.

Nero swung Yamato downwards, allowing the sword to hang at his side.

"Damn, that felt good."

Nero muttered, moving his head to the side and coaxing out a loud crack from his neck.

Vergil slowly pried himself from the small crater in the wall, still weakened from his fight with Dante.

Dante was quick to step forward, extending a hand in front of Nero. Vergil stepped out of the wall, wiping some blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Hey now, let's not do anything rash, okay kid?"

Nero's eyes flashed a bloody red as Dante finished his sentence.

"Shut up!"

Nero flipped Yamato in his hand and slammed the pommel into Dante's chest, sending the devil hunter flying into the wall next to Sparda.

Nero then dashed towards Vergil, lifting Yamato in preparation to attack. Vergil quickly drew Takemikazuchi, meeting Yamato with equal, if not greater strength.

Dante coughed up a puddle of blood as he recovered from Nero's blow.

Sparda gave off an angry wave of energy, easily dwarfing Nero's own power for a few seconds before falling silent.

Dante glanced at the rattling Devil Sword, looking deeply at it for a few stretch of time. Sparda gave another rattle, trying to communicate with the devil hunter.

Nero ignored the flash of power from Sparda and pulled back for another slash. Vergil was easily faster than his opponent despite his injuries and flipped around Takemikazuchi.

Vergil called forth a summoned sword, blocking Nero's downward slash with minimal effort.

The summoned sword exploded upon contact with Yamato, sending Nero sliding backwards.

The two stood still, staring each other down. Vergil flipped Takemikazuchi once more and slid it into his belt.

"I do not want to fight you, Nero. Stand down."

Nero's eyes glowed their bloody red again, easily making car lights look shameful in comparison.

"Fuck you!"

Nero's Devil Trigger glitched for a moment, fusing the demon knight hologram and his physical body for a few moments.

It was but a second, but Vergil was taken aback by the sight of Nero's new image.

Nero's body was replaced by a blue skinned devil with long white hair and a halo, not to mention the two spectral hand-wings dangling off his shoulders.

The D.T flickered again, returning him to his original form.

Nero rushed forward again, lifting Yamato for another downward strike.

Dante then appeared in front of the attack, blocking the strike with Sparda's edge, which was also slung over his back.

He then wheeled around and dislodged Yamato from Nero's hand with the edge of Sparda. Yamato flew through the air, landing with a metallic thud on the floor.

Dante pointed Sparda at Nero menacingly, holding a gaze that was not entirely his own.

"Back off kid. Won't tell ya twice."

Nero's D.T persisted despite losing contact with Yamato and the young man held his ground.

The two stared each other down for a long stretch of time before Nero's Devil Trigger began to subside. The demon knight hologram sheathed it's sword before disappearing from view.

Nero growled before storming out of the front door, his temper still not quelled.

Dante rested Sparda on his shoulder, shaking his head as Nero left.