Nero
The massive church was filled with many people dressed as those in Fortuna usually would. Most had hoods raised, but few left them down such as the black haired woman singing in front of the crowd.
Abigale had her arms crossed. While she wore similar clothes as well as had the hood raised, she wasn't thrilled about being here.
Nero stood out as always with the black coat he wore, white hair he had, and headphones over his ear as music played through. His eyes were shut, his hands behind his head.
It was sudden when he felt a soft tap on his shoulder that made him look to his mother, seeing the annoyed expression on her face along with the raised eyebrow.
He let's out a sigh, rolling his eyes while lowering the headphones. "Why are we here?" he whispered.
"It's polite. It's their tradition." she whispered back, her eyes going back ahead.
The young man sighed before keeping his eyes on the singer then, trying to look like he was paying attention. In reality, he didn't care about this.
It took time, but the singer gave a bow before walking into the crowd to take a seat among them.
An old man walked out, taking the singers place. He opened his mouth to speak the usual thing of how Sparda fought against his own kind and saved the human race.
While Nero knew Sparda was his grandfather, he had heard the story so much that he was tired of it.
He didn't hear a word the elder said. Every time Sanctus says the same old thing.
The young man stood up, starting towards the door.
Abigale widened her eyes as she turned her head. "Nero!" she said lowly.
"All of this is putting me to sleep." he responded, looking back to his mother, seeing her hand grab his arm.
Before anymore words were exchanged, Nero looked towards Sanctus when he heard the sound of glass shattering.
The crowd all went in shock, most of them covering their faces with their arms to protect from the falling pieces of glass.
Sanctus widened his eyes as he witnessed a figure shrouded in a dark cloak and hood fell from the shattered, glass opening above.
This mysterious man landed right in front of Sanctus, a stab wound suddenly going through his forehead before the katana like blade even pierced him, sending blood pouring down his face and to the floor below.
The crowd went into looks of shock.
Some raised their hands to their mouths, some screamed, most ran to the door.
Some members of the Order pulled out blades before charging at the cloaked man the second this happened.
The mysterious person took a glance to the incoming soldiers as he placed his blade into it's sheath.
Suddenly, he was to the side of one, hitting him hard with the sheath of the sword. It was as if he had warped, but a black blur could be seen that was as if he moved at an extreme speed. He did this again, making one foe trip by striking their leg on the way by before unsheathing the blade, stabbing it into his back.
He made a quick turn, swinging the sword, though the foe fell into five pieces before the blade was swung once.
The soldiers were falling easily and quickly. They had done nothing, not even managed to clash blades with this man. He was too fast for the eye to see it seemed.
Abigale was in shock at first, her eyes wide.
She grabs Nero by the arm, trying to pull him back with her.
The son of Vergil shook her off however.
He ran towards this figure with a speed slightly faster than an average man's, going forward before jumping at the mysterious man, using both legs to kick him in the face, sending him flying.
His black hood flew down, showing that he had white hair. He quickly got it raised before he was identified.
He gazed up to the man that kicked him after he recovered quickly, his eyes narrowing as he gripped his blade tighter before sheathing it.
Steps were taken towards Nero.
Once he got to his feet, the young man grabbed a sword off the floor to fight with, seeing that the killed soldier wouldn't be using it. He swings the blade once he was close enough, letting out a yell in the process.
The cloaked figure raised his sheathed blade, actually somehow managing to block the blow with the sheath.
He follows with a strong punch that was quick, sending Nero flying backwards.
His feet touch the ground, but he still slides a slight but as he grits his teeth.
Though he was untrained, he tried his best to rush forward, using his demonic power to jump and swing at his foe, though he was surprised to see a flash, and his blade sliced in two perfectly, and a cut across his own chest that sent him to the floor on his back.
The katana blade was unsheathed, though now being sheathed once more.
While he looked at Nero a brief second, he then began to walk towards the exit, but he swiftly turned, raising his gloved hand to block an incoming attack that sent the remaining half of the now cut blade through it, making blood pour down his arm and flow onto the floor.
Nero had a determined look on his face. "You aren't human, are you?" he spoke, looking to how he was pierced yet didn't flinch.
He didn't say a word in response. He only gives a push to shove Nero backwards before snatching the cut blade from his wound and tossing it aside as the stab began to heal at an extreme speed.
"Stay out of my way, Nero." he finally said in a familiar voice. His focus turned back to the door.
His eyes widen a bit as he got his footing. "Hey!" he yelled. "Who are you?" he asked.
The figure slowly turned to him, his blue eyes gazing to him for a brief moment. "You should go somewhere other than here. Much more blood will be shed before this is over."
Abigale had witnessed the entire scene. She had refused to leave when Nero began to fight the man she knew all too well.
"Wait!" she called out to him, going forward after taking her hand off of Nero's shoulder.
The cloaked man looked at her a moment, though he said no words. He only looked forward again as he began to walk.
No other words were spoken. He left the two behind.
Abigale looked down, though then to her son with an unhappy expression. "Nero, that..." she paused a moment. "You could've died."
He looks away, his hand going to the back of his head. "Sorry." he said finally, letting out a sigh. "Who was that? why'd he kill all these innocent people?"
Abigale looked around at the slaughter, though her expression wasn't as horrified as most would be. "Nero, we're leaving. I'll talk to you about it when we're home." she stared to him with her green eyes.
He looked around, his expression being more horrified than his mother's. "Who could do this? How could someone be this twisted..." he followed, sighing.
Vergil
The cloaked figure walked down the steps, his blue eyes only gazing forward.
Damn it, Abigale. You should've left with Nero, gotten out of Fortuna. He thought to himself. He was determined to achieve his goal, though he feared the Order of the Sword would use his family against him in some way.
He needed to head towards the castle to investigate what he had heard.
Once before the son of Sparda had investigated the Order. The leader, Sanctus, he had attempted to kill in the past, but he somehow survived.
Vergil narrowed his eyes. He realized what he heard would explain this past incident.
Could the Order of the Sword be working with a demon?
