By Fang Wolfsbane

"Careful. If you keep frowning like that, your face will be stuck that way when midnight comes around," Kyrie hummed softly, causing Nero to blink out of his thoughts, looking over to his smiling fiancé.

"You don't believe that," Nero said, letting a second pass by to try and see if she would confirm his assumption. She didn't. "Do you?"

She still didn't answer him as she continued smoothing out their double bed. Well, technically it was Nero's second-hand double bed that he got on sale from someone his uncle knew. It wasn't the greatest in terms of condition, but at least he had been able to afford it, despite Dante's constant teasing.

Even with her affiliation to the church, after the whole debacle with her brother and the church's obsessive belief that his grandfather, Sparda, was the one true saviour of mankind, Kyrie had slowly begun to distance herself from their beliefs the moment she found out Nero's true family history, something she had taken to surprisingly well considering that the bishop had tried using her as a power source of a Sparda statue.

After unlocking his demonic form for the first time, Nero had believed that he lost both his uncle, and a man he found out to be his biological father only an hour prior, when the two stubborn twins jumped down the vine and headed to the underworld to fight back an invading demonic horde.

When he returned to Kyrie that night, he had barely had a chance to explain what the two had done before Kyrie came rushing up to him, pushing past Lady, Trish and Nico at the same time. He couldn't remember exactly how he had felt in that moment when he told her those words that had shocked him to the core of his entire being.

'I met my dad, Kyrie. It's Vergil.'

The shock on her face must have mirrored his own. She had only stared at him until he felt a pair of arms around his neck, yanking him as tightly against her as she could get him. Both Lady and Trish had avoided looking at him, having known of his paternity before he had been so much as given a hint. It was a wonder Nico had been able to keep her mouth shut as long as she did.

Although the two didn't do more than cuddle on the bed, sometimes falling asleep in each other's arms, neither of them had so much as reached beneath the other's clothes. Although Nero was almost certain that if the church had been aware of his father, they would have pressed for Kyrie to marry him as a way to bind him to them.

Luckily for them, Dante and his overly show business act had gotten in the way of that and allowed the two young adults to take their relationship at their own pace. That was one of the main reasons Dante hadn't stopped them from moving in together. Credo, on the other hand, would have slaughtered him on the spot for daring to 'defile' his sister in such a crude manner.

After Dante and Vergil returned to the human realm, the first thing Nero had done was punch his father across the face as retribution for the double punch he and his uncle had given him when they left him behind to go pay a visit to his great-uncle. Dante had casually stood to the side while they argued it out and Nero introduced his father to his fiancé.

As expected, the great and powerful Vergil wasn't impressed with the news that his only offspring chose a human woman as his 'eternal mate', but then again the silver-haired bastard had chosen to procreate with a human as well, so he was really the last person or half-human to try and say something against his choice.

As a way to try and prove herself, Kyrie punched the half-human spawn she was meant to call father-in-law by the end of the year, only for her fist to have no impact on his chest whatsoever. Luckily for them, Vergil had found the effort amusing. It didn't take long for him to accept the sweet, angelic human woman as his future daughter-in-law. Dante had reassured him that it was most likely because Kyrie reminded Vergil of their own mother.

As much as he wanted to know about his grandmother, neither his father or uncle were big on bringing up the past, so he was mostly left with what the church taught him about his grandparents or asking Trish about what she knew, considering that she had become more vocal over being his technical aunt ever since he found out who had sired him.

Shaking his head some, Nero laid back on the bed, earning a frown from Kyrie because she hadn't finished pulling the bedsheets off before he chose to lay down. In turn he gave her words right back to her with a smile.

"Careful. Your face will stay that way by midnight."

With a roll of her eyes, the usually docile woman tossed a pillow at his chest, that, with years of training, he deflected as easily as he would have caught it. "Ha-ha-ha, very funny. So, are you going to tell me why you look like your father's coming for a visit?"

He nearly grimaced at the thought. Against his wishes, Kyrie had extended an offer to Vergil to stay with them whenever he was in the neighbourhood. Luckily for him Vergil was too far a stubborn bastard to accept 'charity' from humans and usually vouched for staying at a hotel or over at Devil May Cry, depending on how much money he managed to gather as a slaughterer of demons during his long trips away from home.

"The twins. What else?" he hummed, patting the spot next to himself for her to join him.

"Are we talking about your father and uncle or the Count and Countess?"

"The latter." Grandfather forbid he ever willingly talk about his father and uncle in the same sentence.

"Let me guess, you don't trust either of them, do you?"

Nero smiled over how easily she was able to read his mind half the time. "Exactly."

"Because of what they are?" she asked with an arched brow. As easily as she was able to read his thoughts, he already knew what hers were. Even with her history with the church, Kyrie was a woman who chose to believe the best of everyone, no matter who or what they were. To his regret, he nodded his confirmation, having learned long ago that it was simply better to be honest with the woman beside him than to beat around the bush. She sighed, "Nero-"

"I know, I know. They didn't chose to be born as pure demon spawn or whatever, but you have to agree with me that it's strange for demons to suddenly just pop up and suddenly want to fight for humanity and all that."

"That's what Trish did, isn't it?"

"Not exactly…"

"Yes, but at the end of the day, she decided to fight for humanity, didn't she? Who knows, maybe the Sanguinem twins will choose to help, just like she did," Kyrie said as she laid down beside him, pulling his arm across her like he was some kind of seatbelt. He let out a sigh of his own as he pulled her close. Maybe she was right.

M aybe the Sanguinem twins would be just like his aunt Trish. He sure hoped so, for all their sakes.

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