AN: Yo! Back at it again with the little series! Gotta say, I'm actually enjoying writing this stuff.

Also forget that I said that the arc will be in two parts, it may actually be longer than I intend it to be


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"Ngh..."

"So... any luck yet?" Dante asked Nico. After the arrival of Nero's mother, the situation got awkward. Dante had opted to sit near the front seat of the van, all the while Nico watched the interaction from the driver's seat.

"Nope, it's just been hours of grunting and it's drivin' me nuts" she replied

"Well, I can't blame him. He's got no idea who his mother was and now all of a sudden she's here, not a lot of room to process everything, I guess"

Dante looked back at the two behind him: Nero was more interested at the ground rather than anything at the moment, while the woman - who just referred to herself as "Raiden" during their introduction - looked more lost in thought. She had a particular air of formality around her as evident with the way she is seated, even an air of authority is present with this woman... was Vergil the bottom in the relationship?

No, he'd end up finding a way to be the dominant one regardless of what position he's in...

Wanting the awkward silence to come to an end, Dante put his emergency plan into action:

"Hey, mind if I borrow your kid for a bit?" He asked, pulling Nero by his good arm.

"Excuse me-"

"Okay, bye!" He hastily shoved Nero onto the front seat, much to the woman's confusion. Upcoming coming back to his senses, Nero shot a look at the two in the front seat, which Nico merely waved off.

"If your thinkin' that I'm goin' to watch that awkward shitshow again, I'm goin' to invent a gadget that'll fuse the underworld with ours" Nico said, "you finally got to see your mama and alls you been doin' were nothin' but grunting"

"Well, what am I supposed to do then?" Nero scoffed at the craftswoman, "it's not like I was given time to properly assess things given that A.) I apparently have siblings and B.) my mother is now sitting on the van's couch."

"Luckily for you, kid. I... have a plan" Dante said, "first things first, we're getting your deadbeat of a father here."

"How are we supposed to find that bastard if we don't know where he is?" Nero challenged

"Oh, that's actually quite easy If I know him well..." Dante snickered, then revealed a particular location unknown to the young devil hunter...


Vergil knelt alone in the ruins of an old building, old memories of back then lingered in his mind as he took a look at his surroundings.

"Was told you'd be here" Nero chuckled, "so, this was the place you and Dante used to live in?"

Vergil said nothing but nodded at the young devil's question, and as Nero sat down beside his father, he continued:

"What was it like? Your childhood, I mean"

"I... recall a memory I was most fond of" Vergil began, averting the young demon's gaze to a charred door: "That room, it had a piano in the middle. I can somewhat recall vividly sitting next to my father when he played, as Dante was lifted into our mother's arms while she sang... in fact..."

Vergil got up as he walked towards the room, all with Nero following close behind. He watches his father clear away some charred debris, and had decided to lend him a hand - thankfully not literal this time - in clearing the rubble. Upon clearing the last of the debris, the young devil found his father tenderly grazing his hand against the soot-covered piano. miraculously - despite the incident that occurred many years ago - the piano survived.

Grabbing a seat that had managed to survive the fire, Vergil sat down and played a slow and bittersweet tune. The song's potent melody threw Nero into a trance, as if it was telling him the complete story of this house in something other than words. He could feel emotions of the people that had once resided here: their joys, their contentedness, even their regrets and sorrows.

Upon finishing the melody, Vergil had noticed the young devil's face: he seemed... upset? Wanting to end the silence, he asked:

"Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine" Nero waved him off, "so, this was something you were fond of?"

"Yes, but tell Dante none of it" he warned, "I do not wish to sully something... precious to me..."

"Alright, I won't tell" Nero assured, earning the faintest of smiles from his father. Vergil then turned to face away from his son, his expression now unreadable. A minute of silence passed by, until the son of Sparda spoke again:

"I know you're not just here for idle chatter, is there something you need?"

"Yeah, I need you to continue the story again" Nero told him, "I've met mother, and she seemed just as reserved as you are! I don't understand, how the hell did you-"

"Did you talk to her, or the vessel that complies to her ideals?" Vergil interrupted

"What?"

"I guess I should continue where I left off..." Vergil sighed, "during that encounter..."


It was silent

The soldiers moved aside quickly as their shogun and the stranger drew forth their swords, assuming their stance as they waited for the other to move. Vergil narrowed his eyes at the young woman, before the swooshing of a sword was heard as the Yamato struck upwards. The woman managed to evade the sudden attack, but it left with the sky being rended into two.

"Curious..." the woman spoke, examining the rended sky before turning back to white-haired stranger: "what are you?"

"What I am is of no concern" he replied, "all that you must know is that I am a Son of Sparda"

"Very well, Son of Sparda" the Shogun said, almost monotonous-like: "from this point on, you have been deemed as an enemy of eternity. For that, I must cut you down"

"You think you stand a chance? Hmph" Vergil said. The blue devil then suddenly displaced himself from his previous location to nearly in front of the Shogun herself, and then brought the sword named after the god of death down on her. To him, it would've been likely that she would've been sliced in half, if it weren't for the fact that he's standing in what seemed to be a void.

A void? Vergil thought, until things began to materialize from the darkness: below him was a floor carved with a large, strange insignia he had never seen before. Large gates erupted from the newly formed ground, creating a giant circle that surrounded the large symbol he was on. The sky itself changed from pitch-black to a dark crimson, followed with seemed to be a moon materialized inhabiting the horizon where the sky meets land.

In front of said moon was the woman he was fighting earlier, seemingly lost floating in a meditative state. As she made her descent and faced him accordingly, the blue devil noticed something off...

Were her pupils always glowing earlier?

"It is quite troublesome that you pose so much of a concern for my country, Son of Sparda..." she lamented, "tell me, what are your intentions for coming here?"

"I've been told of an Archon that dwelled in a place called Inazuma" he said, keeping his grip on the Yamato's hilt: "I've come to challenge them, and I won't let anything stop me from doing so, not even you..."

"So you came here to duel against me? Well I can't say I'm not flattered..." she laughed softly, "you're a odd one, Son of Sparda..."

"So, you're the Archon of Inazuma?" Vergil thought aloud, before resuming his previous stance, "so be it, raise your blade, for we'll settle this with honor"

"As a warrior, I look forward to the outcome of this duel" she asserted, before taking into a stance of her own. Vergil went for the first strike, his drive growing restless as time progressed. With her own blade, the Archon parried his strike and countered it with her own.

There's something poetic about two swords - one forged from primordial chaos and the other forged by divine might - clashing against one another. Their wielders' intricate styles of fighting flowed smoothly and elegantly, as if they were dancing.

Realizing that enough is enough, Vergil had but one thought, and it seemed his adversary had similar thoughts as their blades crackled with potent energy:

"Your verdict is decided"

"Now I'm a little motivated"

If one could describe what happens next in a few words, it would be this: pure, absolute silence. Nothing, but the ambience of the plane they're in serving as the only sound.

Then, the sounds of space distorting - followed by the clashing of blades - were heard as the concept of sound managed keep up with their duel. Both sides' will, indomitable; refusing to back down til' their strengths wavered. However - unbeknownst to The Electro Archon - The Devil in Blue had another card to play:

His physique began changing, shifting from his humanity to an infernal design. The Archon watches as the line between human and humanoid began to go blurry: instead of the man she was facing earlier, in his place was was a creature unknown to her. Its light-green eyes stared into the depths of her soul, tickling the ancient primordial dread that resided in the back of her mind.

"Your form is ever-changing..." she commented, "do you hide yourself under a mask?"

"Whatever face I wear - be it human or demon - my motivation for strength is the only thing that represents what I am" he replied, his voice somewhat distorted: "and that won't stop until I found my power, because without it? My hunger will not be sated!"

His attacks soon grew to be more ferocious, while its sense of grace somewhat remained, each strike grew stronger from the demon's infernal strength. His speed had further increased as well, putting the Shogun to a disadvantage until he managed to have the Yamato's blade pointed to her neck.

"Jack-" he was about to say, before he bit his own tongue to refrain himself from completing that accursed word as he returned to his human physique.

"Even a god lost to me in a duel..." Vergil said to himself, "my power is growing..."


"Cool story, love the fight scene but..." Nero interjected, "...how does that help explain what you meant by 'her vessel?'"

"Did you not pick up the subtle hints from when I was retelling the events?" Vergil asked

"No, and wouldn't it be easier if you just... I don't know... tell it in a more straightforward manner?"

"The body you saw is not technically your mother" the blue cambion sighed, "a mere puppet created through peculiar means that complies to her ideals"

"Does that mean you have a-"

"No, I do not have a weird obsession for vessels" Vergil interrupted, "I just... respect those with power"

"How come you barely show that respect to Dante then?" The young devil challenged

"Because everything else about him is a disgrace and it outweighs any sense of respect I can grant him"

"Isn't that a bit too harsh?"

"That is the nicest way I am able to put it"

"You call that nice?!"

"Well... yes" Vergil shrugged, receiving an annoyed groan from the young devil hunter: "there are many words in the english vocabulary, but I cannot properly string those words together to describe how much I desire to hit him with a chair"

"Ambitious chair-hitting aside, something's got me curious" Nero said, wanting to switch the topic lest he ends up taking part of his Father's legendary chair crusade: "what do you plan on doing now, old man?"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, you got the fruit - which was how Mundus gained the throne of the underworld according to Trish - so now what?"

"Well..."


Nero returned to the van with Vergil, who relented after a considerably large amount of coaxing from his kid.

"You ready?" Nero asked, his hand resting on the van's door handle.

"Not like you've given me a choice" Vergil sighed, "but yes, I've made this far, haven't I?"

With the click of the handle, the door opens, revealing the Archon to still be firmly seated on the couch of the van. Nero felt an ounce of tension as the gazes of his family were locked on to each other, until the woman stood up from her seat and spoke:

"It is good to finally see you again, Gilver"


AN: yay, part 2 is finished

Now time to point out shit and reply to comments.

While I was mostly aware of GI's existence (I.E. a sibling of mine plays it a lot) I try to understand the characters and lore as much as I can, in order to give them justice.

Ei was somewhat of a difficult case, given her consciousness resides within the Mussou Isshin, yet somehow we can see that she can also essentially exit her sister's sword and walk freely despite it was implied her body was long gone. So I just assumed that she used her puppet's body like a vessel of sorts.

Before someone gives me shit about the creation of Yamato let me explain: in some mythologies, Primordial Chaos represents the empty void or darkness that existed before creation, something that surrounded the first original world of DMC in the DMC3 manga, and what the Yamato was forged from.

Reply time

ptl: while it was implied in the story that Nero wasn't an only child, I might just leave it at that rather than bringing more characters into the mix. I'm just not very good at handling too many characters at once.

As for the Yamato being able to mess with time, it is technically possible given that time and space are relative, and the fact that one of moves known as "Void Slash" is given another name known as "Space-Time Fissure Slash" forgot where that was from though.

And now I just understood how to pair, man I'm dumb for not reading most instructions lmao