Nero
His eyes look over the blade a few times, his hand reached to grab onto the handle that could twist.
It was one of the motorblades the Order would use, but the handle was red and the blade was not gold.
The hunter in red leaned back, taking a drink from the can he held. "Red Queen's the name it has. Blue Rose is the gun."
Abigale raises an eyebrow. Her green eyes gaze at Dante a second, then to Nero, then back to the son of Sparda.
"Can I speak with you a moment?" she asked the devil hunter as she stood.
The white haired man looked up to the woman before giving a shrug and standing.
He then walked with her, throwing the can to the trash that was a good distance across the house, but it managed to go right in.
The son of Vergil slowly took his hand off the handle of the blade before moving it to the revolver to lift it up from where it lay.
He holds it by the handle before pointing it at the wall, looking down it's sights in the process. He kept his finger away from the trigger, and finally he lowers it.
A smile formed on his face as he looked to it, but this faded as he overheard the conversation in the next room. He could've sworn he heard his mother become slightly irritated and raise her voice even.
He put the Blue Rose down, back into it's place before standing slowly to step forward and hear more.
"He's fifteen, Dante."
"Yeah, me and my brother were younger when we learned how to swing swords."
"Nero isn't growing up without a family."
"I'm not gonna argue with you." a sigh was let out. "I just thought the kid would like them, and that you'd be fine with him learning to defend himself. Demons are always after us. It's in our family to kill devils."
"I'm not going to let him be dragged into the same thing his father was!"
Dante scoffs. "Alright. I do think you should let the kid decide at least. He might wanna at least learn to defend himself. Even with demonic strength, it'd help to know."
A sigh was let out, but then silence.
Nero looks down a bit before putting two of his fingers onto his forehead. He then walks back and forth.
Finally the devil hunter and Abigale walked out.
The woman looked to her son with her green eyes, then to Dante.
Dante raised his hands, shook his his head, and walked towards the kitchen, turning his back on the two.
Abigale rolls her eyes before looking back to Nero. "Listen, we need to talk about-"
"I want to learn." he interrupted his mother.
"You don't have to ask me. I want him to teach me how to use those so I can defend myself, and protect you." his blue eyes looked directly to Abigale's as he said those words.
"Well, sounds like the kid overheard us." Dante responded, walking back over to the scene with another can in hand and a smile on his face.
The woman looked down slightly, but slowly she faked a slight smile before nodding at her son. "Okay. If that's what you want."
The one thing that scared her most was the words he said. It reminded of her of his father and how his want to protect and want of revenge grew into a pure lust for power. She loved his father still, but she didn't want their son falling down that same path he did all those years ago.
Nero gave a genuine smile in return. "Thank you." he said before turning his head to his uncle. "Will you really teach me?"
Dante pops open the can. "Since my brother ain't around to do it..." he takes a drink before lowering the can. "Why not? I'll teach ya, kid." he smiled slightly, giving a shrug.
The devil hunter begins to walk towards the backdoor, picking up a guitar case he had placed on the floor along the way. "Let's go."
"Wait, right now?" Nero asked, his eyes watching his uncle.
The son of Sparda looked back after stopping. "Why not? I got a job to do here with your dad after all. Better to get to it."
The teenager looks back to the case with his gifts on the table before walking to it, shutting it, and carrying it along as he follows Dante.
Abigale takes a deep breath as she watched the two leave.
Once they had gone out the door to begin, she crosses her arms before slowly walking to the door to gaze from the window and watch.
"Alright, kid. Swing at me." Dante held his arms out, the Force Edge blade in his right hand.
Nero had hold of the Red Queen in his left hand, but the tip of the blade was on the ground.
"You want me to swing this at you? What if I hit?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Well, you'll never know until you try." he smiled a bit once more. "Come on." he said in a joking manner.
"Alright." the young teenager looked a little concerned, but he shook his head.
He raised the Red Queen before swinging at his uncle weakly and with little speed.
The hunter in red stepped out of the way easily before using the Force Edge to push his nephews sword away.
"Oh come on, kid." he chuckled. "Don't hold back. Show me what you've got."
The son of Vergil gives a brief nod before swinging the blade with average strength and speed. It was sloppy, and he still held back. No one with his abilities would have normal strength behind a blow.
This time Dante blocked with his blade before giving a push, one that had power behind it despite looking as if it were a small one.
Nero fell down onto the grass due to the push, but he was quick to stand.
"Damn." he said before looking to his uncle.
"Is that really all you've got?" Dante placed the blade onto his back before clapping his hands together swiftly multiple times. "Come on!" he said in a taunting manner.
Finally, the teenager stopped holding back.
He swings at his uncle left and right with a good deal of power and speed behind each, and even letting out a yell.
The devil hunter dodged each blow, but one sliced a small bit of his white hair.
He takes a few steps back after the onslaught, now pulling his blade from his back. "That's it, kid. Now that I've got your blood pumping, let's try again."
Vergil
He had gone into several rooms, looking over each carefully as he looks for anything that might link the Order to demons, or anything of the sort. He would even just settle for information on why they wanted Yamato.
Despite clearing room after room, the results were not to the Dark Slayer's liking.
He closes his eyes as he leans against the railing on the second floor of the castle, but slowly they opened to gaze at the chandelier above, chairs below, and massive door at the front.
Vergil had started wondering if the answers he was looking for were even here. He spent several moments contemplating what he might have missed, and that was when it occurred to him.
The son of Sparda turned around to face the massive portrait of Sanctus, unsheathing Yamato in a flash and sheathing it slowly after.
The picture slowly fell, sliced into dozens of pieces, and revealing a path on the other side, one that was made of stone and led to stairs.
Vergil gave no reaction. He only keeps his usual, calm look as he began to walk forward.
The oldest son of Sparda found himself walking down a metal hallway, one that had a door along with two figures standing before it.
It became clear that they were guards wearing silver armor with helmets worn that even covered their faces.
The two guards raised blades of gold before running to the devil in blue, but this was a failed attempt.
Vergil wasted no time. He was not wanting to play games, so he pulled Yamato from it's sheath, slicing through the armor of both with little to no effort and only one swing.
That was all it took for the two to fall, or the armor to fall to pieces and reveal there was not a person within either. They were suits of armor walking and acting on their own.
Vergil raised an eyebrow as he sheaths his dark blade. He realized this was beyond strange, and was only backing the everything that pointed to the Order of the Sword working with a demon.
Now that he had more motivation to press forward, he did so without hesitation, walking through the door once he reached it.
This was the first room that was really surprising.
It was a laboratory, one that had large tubes containing sets of armor like the ones Vergil faced mounted on the walls.
There was a wide, large glass that revealed a second floor, and a man with dark skin, black hair, white clothes, and one glass over one of his brown eyes standing on the other end.
This man gazes to Vergil. "What are you d-d-d-d-d-doing here?" he asked, doing the stutter at a fast rate, and a look of annoyance forming as he did.
The son of Sparda only stared to him with his blue eyes as he steps forward.
(Sorry for the wait again. It's been over a month, and I apologize. I just got wrapped up in other things.
Alright so... I saw someone asking about Trish.
The only thing I have to say about Trish is... well we aren't at Mundus yet. I do plan on getting to Trish, but it might be awhile.
Another thing I'd like to mention if people were curious was Nero's arm.
It isn't the Devil Bringer just yet. I thought that might be something I could do for part of the story later.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I appreciate the comments too. It means a lot to me. Thank you so much. And again, sorry for the delay.)
