The trip was long, cold, and harsh. The Son of Sparda had to travel through a blizzard in order to reach his destination, though he seemed unfazed by it.

He kept his hood raised.

His thoughts were elsewhere as he traveled. He couldn't help but wonder what Abigale and his son were up to, but he tried to keep these thoughts from interfering in his goals. Those goals not being very surprising considering who he is.


He began his walk across the bridge and to the doors of the castle.
Vergil stopped moving when he heard the sound of a pistol being cocked behind him.
"I was wondering if you'd try something, or continue to pointlessly follow." he slowly turned his head to get a look, seeing it was a black haired female.

She held a revolver that's barrel looked as though it was silver, handle as gold, and an engraving of the symbol the Order of the Sword uses.
"Who are you?" she asked, her green eyes narrowing.

"What concern is that of yours?" Vergil replied, quickly turning and grabbing her arm before she even realized, and forcing her to point the gun away.

She struggled, but it was no use. She appeared to be young, and her hair was long. She wore a white duster coat, one that had a gold symbol on the back. Underneath it was white clothes.
She glared at the son of Sparda after giving in, recognizing the cloak he wore and the blade at his side. "You were the one who did it. Who killed his holiness."

Vergil chuckled though it was very brief. "His holiness? Is that what you believe? Foolish girl." he let her go, though pushed her back a good bit before walking back towards the door.

She stumbled, though quickly raising her revolver and pointing it to him once more. "Get back here!"

He stopped. "If you know of me, then that means you either saw or have heard of what happened. You should know very well that coward's weapon won't be enough to stop me, and that you shall die in a mere second." he said, never looking back.
He continued to walk forward.

She widened her eyes, now struck with fear. She decided it was best to report where he was instead of attacking further.
She ran from the sight, going back to the Order's headquarters.

The Dark Slayer looked back to her once more, though his focus then turned to the door as he opened it. He then takes a few steps inside.
His blue eyes look around at all of the seats in the large room. They gaze up to see the chandelier, and then to see the massive portrait of Sanctus on the second floor.
He blinked, walking towards the door in sight afterwards.
His mind began to wander once more, though now it was of his investigation of the Order recently...


A month earlier...

"The order of the sword, huh?" the red coated devil hunter asked as he takes a bit of his pizza slice. "Yeah I've heard of them."
Dante had what appeared to be a beard growing in. His feet were propped up onto his desk, and his hands behind his head.

Vergil was annoyed by his brother's behavior, but he put this aside for the sake of the information he wanted.

"That's why I've come here, Dante. What do you know about them?" he asked, keeping his cold expression.

"And here I thought you were here to check on your little brother." he sighed slightly. "What I know for sure is that they supposedly worship pops, but you already know that. Rumor has it that they're working with a demon, but that's just a rumor."

Vergil's attention was caught. "Perhaps it isn't a mere rumor. I once watched one come back from certain death."

Dante raised an eyebrow. "Really now? Well, it's either that or a zombie apocalypse. I dunno, zombies might be a nice change."

"Would you stop being a complete buffoon for once?" Vergil snapped, his eyes narrowing before he took a deep breath to chill.

"Whoa, you've grown. If this were a few years back you would've tried to stab me instead." Dante joked, a smile forming.

"And you're still a child." the oldest brother insulted.

"Well, then maybe I'll just never grow up in your eyes." his eyes close. "So why are you so interested in the Order suddenly? You hung around Fortuna for years, even had a kid, you could've looked into them then."

"I had no interest in them then." his arms cross. "A few days ago they sent armored swordsman after me. I don't know what they wanted, but it was definitely something of mine. My only guess is Yamato. I don't know why they would want my blade unless it is to open the demon world."

"Or maybe they're starting a zoo." he took his feet off the table, leaning forward, and taking another bite of his pizza.

"Dante, stop being a moron. This is serious." his fists clinched, but again he tried to calm down.

"Yeah, yeah." he stood up, throwing the crust into the box. "I'll tell you what. I'll go with you. If their looking for Yamato, then this is my fight to. I don't want them raising some bastard like Mundus. Plus, I'd like to meet my nephew."


Back in the present, Vergil felt annoyed by just thinking of Dante's behavior. He couldn't understand why he acted the way he did, and why he refused to embrace the power of demons. Humans were weak to him, yet his brother embraced humanity.


Nero

"So you think that was him? My dad?" the young, white haired man asked. He had his arms crossed.

Abigale took a drink of the tea she had while sitting down.
A nod was given to her son. "It was his voice." she looked down. "His skills, his power, and his sword."

Nero scoffs. "Great. He disappears for years and then just shows up and murders people."

"Nero, I'm sure he had a good reason." she tried to reassure.

"Good reason? Then why didn't he tell us? Yeah, I think he just doesn't care." he lay back on the couch.

"Nero..." Abigale was cut off by a knock at the door. She had a saddened look and then gazed down to the floor.

The son of Vergil sighed before getting up.
He went to the door, opening it to see a man he never had before. Never had he seen that red coat, that sword on his back, but that face looked identical to his father's. "Who the hell... Wait a minute..."

"Dante." he said, smiling slightly. "Your name Nero?"

He was hesitant to answer, but he saw no harm. "Yeah. How the hell do you know that?"

He crossed his arms. "Well kid, this is gonna sound strange but I'm your uncle."

Nero was quiet for a few moments. His face did look an awful lot like his father's, but those clothes were the complete opposite.

"Yeah. Right." he slammed the door before going back to sit down.

"Who was it?" Abigale asked, her green eyes looking to her son.

"Some asshole claiming to be my uncle." Nero responded before laying back, closing his eyes.

Abigale stared at him for a few seconds. "What was his name."

"Dante or something like that."

Her eyes widen. She was quick to stand before racing toward the door, opening it. "Dante!" she spoke.

The Devil Hunter was walking away, but he turned back to her. There was a massive case in his hand.

"Good grief." he rubs the back of his head before walking back.


"So he really is my uncle?" Nero asked, wanting to clarify.

"Yes, he is." Abigale replied.

"Well, my wonderful dad never mentioned you." Nero said.

"Well that might be because he doesn't seem to like me very much." Dante took a seat beside Nero, opening a beer can.

Abigale raised an eyebrow. "If he didn't like you, one of you would be dead."

Dante took a drink. "That's true." his attention turned to Nero. "Anyway. It's good to meet you kid. Sorry I took my time." he held his hand out for a handshake.

Nero accepted, shaking his uncle's hand. "Yeah, you too." his eyes gaze away.

"So, from the looks of it, I've got a lot of birthdays to make up for." Dante lifted the case off the floor, placing it onto the table. "Hopefully this'll cover it."

Nero's eyes widen. He looks at Dante, then to the case.
Slowly he began to open it, though it took a little time.
He was very surprised when he saw a blade within and a big, double barreled revolver inside.


(So first off, sorry for the delay with this chapter. I got caught up in so many things, and I wasn't too sure where I wanted to go in this chapter for awhile, but here it is at last. Thank you guys for your patience, and thank you for your comments, and I'm also glad to see some of you wo enjoyed the last one enjoying this one too.

So, you might be wondering about Nero's Devil Bringer. Well, this Nero doesn't have it. I'm thinking it might be something for a future plot. For now he doesn't have it.

I also know some of (if not all of you) were anxious to see uncle Dante, and here he is.

Enjoy this chapter, and enjoy the rest of this story.)