Jesus this thing got even more attention. Went from sixty three follows to a hundred and one.
Please go easy on me. My heart might shit it's pants at this rate.
In response to tenimyuohtori: HELL YEAH, D.T POWAH. Yeah, Sparda's not too happy bout that one. Nero also has good reason to be pissed. And yes, Yamato is back into it's former wielder's hands.
In response to Logic Soldier: Eh, not exactly struggling. More making sure he didn't accidentally kill the shit out of him in the process of removing the possession.
In response to LovelyPrincess4: A great many thanks. Happy that you like it so far, and I hope I love up to expectations!
In response to NightlyRowanTree: No prob my dude.
In response to reddevil47: Nah, I only spoiled myself like milk left in eighty degree heat.
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Nero dashed through the run down streets like a maniac, trying to ignore the sting in his eyes and his devil instincts screaming at him to kill something.
He ignored the few people he passed by and their second looks at his right arm. He was more focused on his anger at his father. Or Vergil, as Dante had introduced him.
That meant he was Dante's nephew, and that just made him feel weird. He saw Dante as more of a father figure than anybody else, let alone as an uncle too.
Nero continued to run until his legs began to burn, which was a fairly long time given his extreme stamina.
The young quarter devil slowed to a fast paced walk, pressing down the tears threatening to leap out of his eye sockets.
Nero continued to argue with himself as walked.
Why was Vergil not there when he was born? Why did his own mother give him up? Nero knew that his mother was a resident of Fortuna and not some street chick.
So why? Why didn't Vergil just stick around and take care of his son? Did he even have a valid reason for leaving?
"Dammit!"
Nero yelled as he threw his fist into a street lamp, ripping the poor object halfway from the ground and bending it into an L shape.
The quarter devil breathed heavily, still tired from his three mile sprint.
Nero reached out and grabbed the street lamp before ripping it fully from the ground and breaking it over his knee.
He moved the light of the pole and ripped that off too, leaving a simple metal rod behind. He then squeezed the bottom of the pole into a handle, forming it into a makeshift weapon.
He had left the Red Queen and Blue Rose back at Dante's office, leaving him relatively defenseless save for his Devil Bringer.
Nero's demonic instincts twitched, having sensed something in an alleyway to the other side of the street.
Nero growled. He needed something to kill anyway.
He could tell something was off as he walked into the alleyway, watching as a few monstrous shadows danced on the wall.
Nero stepped out from a corner with the makeshift pole weapon slung on his shoulder, his face stuck on a resting fury.
The demons that were dancing stopped, having sensed the immense power standing off to the right of the alley.
With a quick scanning of the area Nero easily understood the situation.
A total of five demons stood around a demonic summoning pentagram with an unconscious man who looked to be homeless laying in the middle.
Nero easily reacted as a reptilian demon leaped at him, it's claws dripping a toxic yellow fluid.
The demon stopped short as Nero caught it by the neck with his Devil Bringer, slowly choking the life from the poor creature.
A shadow cloaked demon rushed forward, quickly unleashing it's single blade like finger towards the quarter devil.
Nero stepped the side, dropping the reptilian demon as he did so. The blade finger then pierced the reptilian demon through the heart, killing it.
Nero tossed the makeshift weapon with the force of a truck, easily puncturing the cloak of the shadow demon and exposing the insect body underneath.
The demon fell from the air with the pole still lodged in it's chest. The demon writhed for a small time before stilling.
The third demon, which was also reptilian, leapt at Nero with fury. Nero easily dodged the attack, grappling the demon's tail.
He swung the demon around a few times before tossing it at its fellow demons, killing the fourth clown like demon in the process.
The fifth demon was clearly stronger than the others, as it was noticeably larger and bore glowing red eyes.
The demon growled, exuding a dark covered miasma from it's mouth.
Nero scoffed as he ripped the pole from the insect demon in one swift motion.
The quarter demon stepped forward and tapped the pole on the ground in challenge. As the metal touched the ground, Nero's D.T activated.
The alpha demon roared as it rushed towards Nero, it's mouth still leaking the dark miasma.
Nero quickly reacted, smacking the demon in the face with the pole like it was a fly in the house. The demon howled as the demon knight hologram also attacked, leaving a large gash in the demon's face.
Nero leapt froward, slamming his Devil Bringer into the demon's nostrils.
Nero grinned as the spectral demon knight dug it's fingers into the demon's nose, giving him a fairly good grip on his opponent.
Nero moved his Devil Bringer up and down violently, making the hologram knight slam the demon's head into the cement multiple times.
With one final slam, the alpha demon fell limp into the ground. Nero moved forward and stabbed the pole weapon into the alpha's eye. The knight mirrored the movement, plunging it's spectral sword into the demon.
Nero sighed, allowing his Devil Trigger to fade.
A sound to the right easily alerted the quarter devil to more pressing matters. The man in the pentagram coughed violently.
Nero stepped forward, offering a hand to the man. The man continued to cough into his fist as he took the offered appendage and allowed the quarter devil to help him stand.
Nero slipped the man's arm over his shoulder, allowing him to walk.
"Thank you. You're quite the hero."
The man said, having gotten past his coughing fit. Nero nodded, adjusting his grip on the man's arm.
"Eh, don't mention it."
"Thank you anyway. Could've died back there. Mind taking me to a hospital?"
"Not at all. Shall we?"
-Transition-
Nero sighed as he sat in a hospital waiting room, waiting as the man filled out the typical medical information sheet.
"So, I never got your name."
The man said, jotting down a few things onto the paper. Nero leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees.
"It's Nero."
"Thank you, Nero. For everything."
"Yeah, don't mention it."
Nero said, itching at his neck absent mindedly. The man glanced at Nero from the corner of his eye, still quietly filling out the form.
"I get the feeling you aren't doing so well. What's wrong?"
"Ah, it's nothing."
Nero said, waving away the question. The man was determined though and set down the clipboard and form before leaning into the arm of the chair.
"Look, I've been through a few things and I know when somebody is going having a rough time."
Nero shook his head, trying to ignore the man's concern. The man simply lifted the clipboard and returned to filling out the papers.
The two sat in silence. Nero gently prodded at his Devil Bringer, trying to figure out which parts were moveable and which were not. He eventually stopped when he found a part that disagreed with his poking.
Nero sighed, figuring that it wouldn't hurt to confess to someone he didn't know and probably wouldn't meet again.
"I... I just met my father. He... Wasn't there for me when I was a kid. Hell, I basically grew up in an orphanage."
Nero said, struggling to force the words out of his voice box. The man stopped writing for a moment before continuing.
"I assume that you don't know your mother?"
Nero shook his head, staring absently at the strangely colored hospital tile.
"No. She sent me letters while I was in the orphanage though. Never learned anything else besides her initials."
The man nodded as he finished a section on the form. Nero waited for the man's words, which didn't take long to arrive.
"I say that you let your father explain himself. Maybe your mother and him didn't have the funds to take care of you and agreed to give you up so your mother could move on with her life. Maybe your father didn't even know you had been born."
Nero prepared to retort, but found no words that could express his anger towards his father, nor his multitude of questions that the man's solution could answer. Before Nero could speak, the man said more.
"What I'm trying to say is, give your father a chance. It's never to late to reconcile. Maybe mail your mother and ask her some questions, if you still know her return address anyway."
Nero never thought of that. He had kept a few of his mother's letters in his drawer at home, and each of them had a return address.
The man watched Nero from the corner of his eye, scanning for a reaction from the younger man.
He also observed the Devil Bringer, as the young quarter devil had not bothered to hide it.
Nero nodded, leaning back into the hospital chair and relaxing. The man finished filling out the form and set it on the table between the chairs.
"Thanks. I guess I'll try to talk to him. Learn something."
Nero said while he scratched his head. He needed a shower. The man gave a warm smile, seemingly satisfied with the younger man's answer.
"Your welcome. Think of it as evening out my debt to you for saving me."
Nero smiled, feeling the weight of his anger and questions dissipate now that he had a reliable solution to his problems.
Nero got up from his chair, grabbing the form as he moved.
"I'll go turn this in for you."
He said, giving the man a friendly nod and dipositing the clipboard at the recption desk and heading for the door.
He walked quietly as the sliding doors closed behind him, pondering how to retrieve his mother's letters.
He then spotted a phone booth, and easily thought of a way.
After slipping in a quarter and punching in Kyrie's house phone number, Nero leaned against the side of the booth.
The phone rang a couple times before it went through.
"Hello?"
"Hey Kyrie. It's me."
"Oh! Nero, where are you? You left so quickly. I didn't even get to say goodbye!"
"Yeah, sorry about that. Thought it would be better to let things cool down for a bit."
"Alright, I trust your judgement. Anyway, why are you calling? You never call without a favor to ask."
"Do you remember the letters I keep in my dresser? Could you mail those to Dante's address? I have some catching up to do."
"Oh! You mean the ones from your birth mother? Yes, I'll send them right away. I hope everything goes well."
"Yeah, me too. Goodbye, Kyrie."
"Goodbye Nero. Have a nice night, okay?"
"Yeah, I will. Thanks."
Nero clicked the phone back onto it's holder, letting out a deep sigh before exiting the booth.
It was time for some familial reconnection.