"That sounds pretty stupid." deadpanned Jaune.

He, Dante, Trish and Lady were still aboard the Bullhead heading towards Fortuna. The Son of Sparda just finished explaining the plan to his nephew and could only sigh.

"I know it sounds stupid, but trust me when I say that this is the best possible plan. From what we've gathered, the Order of the Sword has been gathering numerous Devil Arms and pieces of demons that have washed up from Mallet Island, including your father's sword, the Yamato. For what, we don't know, but we have two ways of going through this. One is having Trish infiltrate the Order by offering the Devil Sword Sparda to instantly become a high-ranking member gain their trust."

"Devil Sword Sparda?" parroted Jaune. "There's a Devil Arm named after grandpa?"

Trish walked up to him, holding a gigantic sword. A mixture of organic-looking substance and steel. It may look odd, but in truth, it held the awesome power of the Legendary Dark Knight himself.

"This is the Sparda. It was forged by your grandfather, and is imbued with his tremendous power. Originally, it was a sword called the Force Edge, which was it dormant form, until Dante awakened it during his battle with Mundus. Here." Trish handed over the sword to Jaune, whom tentatively took it from her.

As soon he took it, he gasped, feeling a spark of power course through him. The Sparda glinted purple, gaining an apprehensive reaction from the three devil hunters. Then, Jaune heard a voice speak to him. It was powerful. It was intimidating… But it also felt familiar. Like a grandchild meeting his grandfather for the first time.

"Hello, young Jaune. It's such a pleasure to meet you, albeit not physically. I never though that Eva and I would become grandparents! It's shocking, yet it makes me happy beyond what I could comprehend. Yes. This feeling, it's exactly why I turned against my brethren and fought for the humans and Faunus. A shame that Eva and I can never truly meet you and your sisters in person. It would be a great moment, and I could have given you all pets while Eva could have baked you her legendary cake!"

The glint around the sword began to fade, making Sparda hum in disappointment.

"It looks like we have to cut this short. Know that we will always be watching over you, protecting you from what harm that we can. I know you'll do great things in the future. Goodbye, my grandson. Good luck, and take care."

Jaune dropped the Devil Sword and fell to his knees, clutching his head. Dante rushed up to him, worry plastered over his face. "You okay, kid? That never happened before, so we didn't know how to react."

The blond grunted, being helped up by his uncle and carried over to the seats. "I'm fine…" He looked at the Sparda as Trish carefully picked it up. "Grandpa spoke to me through the sword, told me that he wanted to meet me and was proud that he had a grandchild like me."

Dante's brows shot up in surprise. In all his life, he never expected something like that to ever happen. It kind of left him speechless. Although, he had to admit, from what memories he had his father, he always displayed himself as an absolute genius…and a bit of a madlad.

"Only you, dad… Only you."

The rest of the ride went quiet as they patiently waited to arrive at their destination. Boredom peaked in Jaune's mind, wanting to do something. His eyes turned to the right and saw Lady polishing her weapons. To the corner, Trish was idly standing by, staying absolutely still. Dante had his arms crossed, eyes closed in deep thought. With nothing else to do, his mind wandered to the gift that Pyrrha had given him before they departed.

He picked it up ever so gently and slowly untied the ribbon, allowing him to open it up. He softly gasped as inside was golden locket, with his family's symbol at the front, but it also intersected with the Nikos family emblem. Gingerly, he grabbed the locket, looking at it with a smile. He pressed the button on the locket, opening it up it revealed a little picture of him and Pyrrha…five years ago. A somber look was now on his face as the memories sprung up. It may have ended with a sour note, but he was glad all the same, because he got to meet her and learn of his uncle.

Jaune closed the locket and hung it over his neck, touching at it with utmost fondness. "Thanks, Pyrrha… This is a good reminder for what I'm fighting for."

After a few hours, the intercom crackled to life as the pilot's voice boomed out. "Get ready. We're closing in on Fortuna!"

In an instant, the four sprung out of their seats and to the windows. In the distance, they could distinctly make out the island. The most prominent thing about it was its buildings, all styled like it was still the Medieval era. Dante uncrossed his arms, a smile on his lips.

"There it is. Fortuna. Alright, Jaune get ready for your part."

"Mind repeating what my part was again?" Jaune asked with some snark. "I completely forgot because of how stupid it was! You want to shoot me in the head then dump me into the ocean, hoping I get picked up by some random member of the Order then act like I have amnesia to get their trust? This all sounds really convoluted. Trish is already infiltrating the Order, shouldn't I be with you and Lady?"

Lady spoke up for the first time since they've departed, being the one to explain. "It's a good back up plan. With Trish's part, there's a high chance that they'll find out she's not actually on their side, even if she did bring them the Sparda. Meanwhile, you're a kid. They won't expect something from you. That way, you can probably meet up with each other for progress reports and make it easier to do."

Jaune frowned. Nonetheless, he sighed reluctantly before looking at Dante with a slightly angry look. "Fine, I'll do it. But you owe me!"

"Name your price after we get home." Dante drew out Ebony and...teleported behind his nephew then whacked him over the back of his head with said pistol.

Jaune crumpled over in a heap, unconscious, his hair stained with blood. Dante placed back his gun in its holster and grabbed his nephew by the shoulders, dragging him over the hatch. He opened it up and pushed him off, watching as his body splashed into the ocean.

Trish walked up to the half-devil with an amused look. "You do know he'll be furious at you for scaring him like that?"

Dante shrugged indifferently. "Yeah, but I have a pretty good idea what he wants from me. So that will make us even."

"How exactly will he be picked up in that state?" asked Trish.

"The waves are carrying him off to the beach." he explained, crossing his arms. "Now, from what Lady and I gathered, a couple members of the Order usually take a little morning stroll through it. Any of them will be fine. And as for Jaune, he'll pull through. We just need to put our trust in him."

At Fortune Beach

Two people were strolling down the sand, chatting as they did so. One was a male in his 20s. He had brown, swept back brown-colored hair, along with a sharp goatee and hazel eyes. He was wearing a long white coat with white pants and high boots, golden designs on both the shoulders and the sleeves. The other was a girl, around age 14. She had auburn hair. Her bangs are worn short and parted, with most of it swooping over her right eye and several strains swooping over her left eye. Like the man, she had hazel-colored eyes, but were tinted with an emerald green. Her skin was also fairly pale. She wore a simple white dress, that is reminiscent of a performer of a hymn in church.

"Thank you for agreeing with this, Credo."

"Anything for my little sister. Besides, it has been quite a while since we've last had a chat. I suppose the Order has been taking up most of the time since I've been appointed as Supreme General of the Holy Knights. I'm sorry about that, Kyrie."

Kyrie gently shook her head, not at all minding. "I'm not troubled by it, brother. Well, sure, it does get a bit lonely at our home, but it does give me a lot of time to talk with my penpal... That, and to stay up all night and watch those movies you've stashed away."

"Breaking your curfew, I should have expected that." said Credo, cracking a small smirk in amusement.

He was about to say something else, but he was promptly cut off by his sister, who gasped and pointed at something by the shore.

"C-Credo, look!"

Credo turned to where she was looking with an inquisitive expression. His brows shot up as he saw a young boy, near Kyrie's age, lying down, unconscious as the waves kept on washing over his body. The first thing that came into his mind was his duty - to help those in need.

Credo and Kyrie rushed over to the boy and gently pulled him out of the shore and into dry land, flipping him onto his back. He hovered his head over his chest. Much to his relief, he could hear a heart beat. Credo backed off as he heard a choking sound coming the boy. He suddenly got up started coughing off the water in his lungs, desperately breathing for air.

Once he had stopped, Credo knelt down besides him, looking at him worriedly. "Are you alright?"

The boy let out a shout of surprise and fear, quickly scurrying back to distance himself away from Credo. "W-Who are you? Where am I?"

The Holy Knight raised his hands in order to placate the panicking teen, giving him the best gentle expression he could muster. "Calm yourself, I mean you no harm. My name is Credo. And this is my sister, Kyrie. You are currently in Fortune Beach, in Fortuna. Tell me, do you know who you are? And perhaps how you somehow got into this predicament?"

"...N-Nero." he finally said after a period silence. "My name is Nero. And... And that's all I can remember." he realized, beginning to panic. "I, why can't I remember anything else?! How did I get here, and who are my family?!"

Kyrie crouched down, placing a hand on his shoulders to try and calm him down. "It's okay. It's alright. No one's forcing you to try and remember it all in one go. But, if it makes you feel better, we'll help you, right brother?"

Credo remained silent, but gave him a nod of assurance. Nero stared at the sand for a short while, before looking up with a weak smile.

"Thank you."

He grunted in uncertainty as he turned to the shore to see Red Queen wash up. Nero let out a loud shout as he clutched his head in pain. Credo eyed the sword curiously and approached it apprehensively, his hand hovering over his own weapon. When nothing happened, he knelt down to pick it up. His eyes lightly widened at the weight the thing carried.

"This...is heavy."

Nonetheless, he managed to carry it over to the white-haired teen for him to get a better look at it. "Is this sword familiar to you?"

"Y-Yeah... At least, I think?" Nero pushed himself up, staggering to stand. "I get...some bits and pieces of me holding it. So, I guess it is?"

"Then until we're certain, I'll have to take this with me." he declared as he secured it on his back. "Not just anyone can wield a sword in our humble island, so I have to confiscate this for the time being. I hope you can understand."

The amnesiac merely nodded in agreement. He fell down onto his back, his eyes lighting up in worry. "What am I gonna do? I can't remember any of my life, my family..."

Kyrie offered him a smile and a suggestion. "Maybe you can stay with us for now?"

"N-No. I don't wanna impose or anything."

Credo smiled, agreeing with his sister's suggestion. "I concur. You have nowhere to go, Nero. It's best if you stay with us. Until you get back up your feet or recover your memories."

The white-haired teen looked unsure. He was hesitant. After all, he didn't know the two of them. Kyrie and Credo were total strangers to him. But, they were right. He had nowhere else to go, and they seemed nice enough. So, might as well, right?

"Sure."

Four Months Later

Nero had managed to settle quite well with the two siblings. He tried his best not to be a burden and helped out with house work. Credo wasn't always present, being busy and swamped with his work in the Order, but still, he made time to visit his sister and check up on him.

Life in Fortuna was pleasant...sort of. The people often treated him with indifference due to how different he was, and his refusal to wear their clothes since it made him uncomfortable. But at least, there were some who treated him quite amicably.

Something that surprised him was the presence of Faunus within the island. That, and they were treated equally. A far cry from what he could remember in his home.

Currently, he was lounging in the living room, trying to keep himself busy by reading some of the books from the shelf. Surprisingly, Fortuna had internet. However, he couldn't access it because he didn't have a Scroll. So he made do with old-fashioned books.

He hummed as he closed the book about Sparda's accomplishments throughout out the world. Nero sighed and slid it back into the shelf, looking out the window to stare at the shattered moon. The white-haired teen grunted and pushed himself up from the recliner, planning to get some shut eye...until he heard Kyrie seemingly speaking with someone.

Nero grew curious and silently sneaked up to the redhead's room. Slowly and carefully, he pushed the door ajar and saw Kyrie was sitting in front of her computer, a smile tugging at her face as she spoke to whoever was on the screen. He went back and decided not to bother her, considering it wasn't his business.

"Nero?"

Nero craned his head and saw Kyrie standing by the door. He looked slightly guilty as he walked up to the redhead. "Sorry, did I disturb you?"

She shook her head, a smile on her face. "No. I was just actually just about to go to bed myself. It was a penpal of mine, if you were wondering. For the past years, Fortuna had been making contact with the mainland and decided to create a penpal program so we could make contact with others of the same age as us."

"I see… So, is there anything interesting about her that you can share with me?"

Kyrie hummed in thought. "Well, she and I have a lot in common. We both have someone who's overly protective of us. We like singing. We've both red hair. And we also love fairy tales! Although, she's an only child and is training to become a fighter."

"She sounds cool. Do you have any plans to ever meet her in person?"

A frown encompassed her face, a sigh escaping her lips. "I don't think that will ever be possible. Credo is incredibly overprotective of me and would've asked to come along with, in order to look after me. But, with his responsibilities with the Order, it's very impossible to do so."

And Nero couldn't blame her brother. One time, he had asked out of curiosity as to why it was only the two of them that lived in their house. It led to Kyrie tearing up and running off while Credo grew a somber expression. That day, he learned that their parents had been killed during a demon attack. They lost their lives as a result of protecting Kyrie.

This resulted in Credo becoming more protective over his only living family left. Which is why he had dedicated a lot of this time to the Order, so others wouldn't ever experience the same thing.

Nero admired and respected that decision, vowing to help him someday.

The white-haired teen apologized, which Kyrie dismissed, saying that he had nothing to be sorry for with a small smile.

"You really have a weird tendency to apologize for things that aren't really your fault. Like the time Credo spilled his coffee on himself."

"I bumped into him!" he argued.

Kyrie shook her head in amusement. "You slipped, because I didn't tell you I had just waxed the floor."

"Well, what about the time I made you trip and drop the cookies you were baking?"

"You didn't make me trip. I took a wrong step and fell. And besides, those cookies turned out bad, so no harm done."

When he was about to make a retort, Kyrie placed a hand over his shoulder, silencing him.

"Nero, please stop trying to make yourself feel bad. It was our decision to welcome you here. It was our choice to let you stay. We wanted you to feel comfortable so you can recover your memories more easily. So please, stop it."

Nero looked into her eyes and could see it pleading out to him. Again, this made him feel absolutely guilty. In the short time he had spent with the two siblings, he had come to hate seeing Kyrie sad. For whatever reason, it just made him feel horrible. It was like seeing either a kitten or a puppy drenched in the rain. He sighed and wrapped her in a hug, surprising her.

"I'm sorry…" he softly said. "You're right. I'm being a fool. I should just accept what I have right now and try not alienate you guys further… Thank you."

Kyrie closed her eyes and reciprocated the act. "You're welcome." she simply replied.

"Ahem."

The two turned to see Credo standing in the hall, arms crossed with an inquisitive look . Nero and Kyrie were quick to break away, the former coughing into his hand awkwardly. "Oh! Credo…you're back."

He merely grunted in acknowledgement "Nero. Kyrie. Still not sleeping, I see? It doesn't really matter." Credo turned to the amnesiac teen and nodded at him. "I needed to tell you something."

"Yeah? What is it?"

"I know you've only been here for a few months…but His Holiness has decreed that you join the Order and help us with our crusade."

Both Kyrie and Nero's eyes widened in surprise, not at all expecting for Credo to suddenly drop a bombshell like that on them. The white-haired teen stepped forward, his face looking unsure. "Isn't that unwise, Credo? I've only been here for four months, after all. So why would His Holiness want me to join?"

"I…am unsure myself. But it is the will of His Holiness, so I am inclined to follow."

Nero hummed, thinking about it for a few moments. He uncrossed his arms and smiled at the man, stretching out his hand for a shake. "Alright. I'll come with."

Credo smiled back and took the offered handshake. "Be at our headquarters, first thing in the morning. You will be facing a member of the Order to determine your ranking. Best of luck."

His only response was a cocky smirk, eyes blazing with determination.

"Welcome, Nero. We've been expecting you."

Before him sat an elderly man, wearing the clothes of a Vicar. He also exuded a grandfatherly aura, which soothed most of those that were near him. Surrounding him were numerous knights of the Order in a protective manner, all wearing a helmet that covered their entire face.

Nero looked at the elder man and bowed in respect. "A pleasure as well, Vicar Sanctus."

Normally, any one of the Knights would be exploding in outrage how Nero had refereed to him as such, but they took in consideration his condition and let it slide. That, and he's only been in Fortuna for a few months. Sanctus smiled and gestured for him to stand.

"You may not know it, but I sense great potential within you. I am also aware of your loss of memory. Perhaps, by joining the Order, there is a chance that some of the tasks may jog memories of your past. In order to join, you must prove yourself in a test of might. You may back out, however, if you so choose."

Nero shook his head and smirked in confidence. "No need to worry, Your Holiness. I'm willing to join the Order. I've been told that I need to best one of your soldiers in combat to be allowed in, right?"

"Indeed. However, you will need a weapon first." Sanctus raised his hands and made a gesture.

One of the knights approached the amnesiac teen, holding out a briefcase to him. Nero looked at it with slight wonder as he took it. He laid it down on the ground and clicked it open to see check what was inside. He gasped softly as he saw Red Queen, albeit disassembled.

"This is..."

"You need not worry, Nero. We merely added a few upgrades into your blade to make it much more powerful. I am sure you will find them quite suitable."

Nero softly smiled as he assembled the weapon. From what he could see, a rev limiter of sort was built into the sword along with some kind of engine. If he were to actually rev up his sword, then the result would be-

He stood up and hefted the blade on his shoulder, looking ready to fight. "Alright. I'm ready."

"And you better be."

Nero blinked. Not at all suspecting for him to be his opponent. He spun around and saw Credo strode up to him, a sword secured on his hip. The man smirked, slightly enjoying the look on the teen's face.

"Surprised? I am the General of the Holy Knights. It is my duty to make sure that all of my men are suited, and ready for combat." Credo slowly drew out his weapon, pointing it at the teen. "I won't hold back, Nero. Now come, and show me what you've got!"

Nero could only smirk, accepting the man's challenge. He stabbed Red Queen into the ground and gave the grip a good twist, releasing engine sounds as the blade lightly glowed red.

Credo charged first with surprising speed and swung his weapon in an overhead strike. Nero pulled out Red Queen and blocked the attack. He grunted and pushed back Credo and the two exchanged quick yet decisive strikes, sparks flying out from each contact.

The older fighter managed to get the upper hand and struck the teen, pushing him back. Credo roared and released a multitude of strikes to his body, before finish it off with a revved up rising slash, sending him straight up.

Nero recovered and performed a Helm Breaker. Credo rolled out of the way, but was surprised as a Shuffle attack struck him and launched him into the air. The white-haired teen followed and delivered three successful blows, the last one sending Credo back down.

As the General of the Holy Knights pushed himself up, Nero went ahead and fully revved up Red Queen up to it maximum capacity, the blade now a dark red, as flames sparked out from its handle. The white-haired male roared and dashed forward, doing a Streak attack, the sweeping strikes covered in fire. Credo grunted as he was pushed back and his Duarandal into the floor, preventing him from sliding back any further.

"Come on, Credo. Is that all you got?" taunted Nero, making a come hither motion.

Credo merely smirked and stood, switching up stances. Once more, he charged at the white-haired teen and locked swords. The two dashed back and traded blows. Credo then spun around, expertly blocking a slash from Nero. He pushed him back and started going on the offensive, forcing his opponent on the defensive. The General grunted and sent another overhead strike. This time, Nero was thrown back and had dropped Red Queen.

Before the teen could recover, he felt himself be pushed down by a boot, with a blade hovering over his throat. He gazed up, seeing Credo lightly glaring at him, his eyes telling him to surrender. Which he did.

Credo nodded and stepped off the young teen, sheathing back his Durandal and helping up Nero. The General of the Holy Knights smiled at him with a hint of pride, like a father would. "You did well, better than I expected, Nero. But, I have a lot more experience under my belt."

Nero sighed as he wound up his arm. "Yeah, I should have figured." He walked up to his fallen weapon and went to hand it to Credo. "Guess I failed then, huh?"

"Of course not."

The two of them turned to Sanctus, who had risen from his seat. A kind smile was on his lips as he approached the young teen and his general.

"You performed beyond my expectations, Nero. Your skills are admirable. Not many had managed to hit an attack on Credo. Like I said, you have potential. With the proper mentoring, you could become a powerful fighter. I'm sure you'll recover your memory this way. Welcome to Order of the Sword."

The other knights, along with Credo, faced the white-haired teen and saluted him. Nero fought the urge to cheer in excitement, choosing instead to restrain himself and crack a smirk instead.

"Well, now isn't this a surprise?" spoke out a regal, yet flirtatious voice.

Everyone faced to the left, and saw a beautiful woman standing at the entrance. She had tan skin and a platinum blonde, chin length bob. Her outfit, well, unlike the more conservative theme of the entirety of Fortuna, hers was...very provocative, showing a large amount of skin. Yet she managed to make it look regal all the same.

Nero's eyes shot up as a blush crept up his cheeks. As a fourteen year old teenager currently experiencing puberty, the lady in front of him made him feel certain things. That, and he felt that she was familiar. Sanctus looked at the woman and gave her a gentle smile.

"Ah, Gloria. You've returned safely from your mission. No trouble, I hope?"

The now named Gloria returned the smiled bowed to the Vicar. "Of course not, Your Holiness. It was quite an easy task you gave me." She tilted her head and looked at the blushing teen with curiosity. "And who would this young man be?"

Credo was the one to answer, putting himself in between them. "He is Nero - the newest member of the Order."

"I see." She ignored the man and strutted up to the teen, who had finally snapped himself out of his daze. Gloria smiled at Nero and offered her hand for a shake. "Let me be the first to welcome you to the Order. Like the others said, I am Gloria."

Nero looked at the extended hand and hesitated for a brief moment, before finally accepting. He internally gasped, as he felt a jolt course through his body. For a moment, he stared off in the distance, before shaking himself out of whatever he was feeling.

Nero and Gloria broke off their handshake, with the latter stepping back. The Order Executive turned back to Sanctus and bowed once again. "By your leave, Your Holiness. I shall return to my quarters."

Sanctus smiled and made a gesture, allowing Gloria to depart. But, before she did so, she turned to face Nero and gave a wink, making him blush in embarrassment and averted his gaze. She chuckled silently and left. The others then decided to follow suit and went away, leaving only Credo and Nero.

Credo approached his charge, giving him a curious gaze. "What is your opinion of her?"

The newly inducted member of the Order hummed as he crossed his arms in thought. "From what I can tell, there's more than meets the eye about her, but her intentions seem good. So, for now we can trust her, at least."

"That's the general consensus, yes. She gave us an essential piece for our goals that we thought we'd never obtain, and yet she managed to gift it to us." Credo shook his head and focused back on the present, taking Nero's hand and shaking it. "Congratulations on passing, Nero, and welcome to the Order of the Sword."

"Heh. Thanks, Credo. So, when's my first mission?"

"At noon, actually. It'll be a simple patrol mission. We and a small brigade of knights will be investigating the near by mines. There's been reports of disturbance there that has interrupted the work load. Normally, it wouldn't be such a concern but some of the miners have been injured."

Nero nodded, a smile gracing his lips. "Then I'd better get ready... Thank you, Credo. You and Kyrie. For taking care of me while I recover my memories. You're a good friend."

The General of the Holy Knights smiled back and allowed himself to bump fists with the teen, since there was no one to see it. "You're welcome. It's quite the pleasure meeting you. Now, you'd best get back and prepare."

He wholeheartedly agreed. Credo left him on his own devices, still needing to sign some blasted paper work. Nero looked around the Order's base of operations with slight amazement and excitement. He can't wait for later.

"Looks like we're all alone."

The amnesiac turned around and saw Gloria leaning against the table, looking at him with a smirk. Nero cocked his confusion, surprised that she's still here.

"Gloria? Didn't you just leave?"

The female knight pushed herself off and strutted towards the newly minted knight. "That's what they thought, but I didn't really left. I needed to be all alone with you."

The tone of her voice made the teen unconsciously and uncomfortably gulp. "Well, you have me. Is there something you need?"

Then, there's a change of demeanor in her expression, and her voice took on a different tone without warning. "Let's talk business."

Most distinct change here would be is that JauNero has become a member of the Order much more earlier, and the added dialogue at the end.

Now, we approach the Devil May Cry 4 storyline. As per usual, if you guys have any questions, feel free to leave them in the reviews down below. Thanks for reading.