Hello everyone! Thank you for everyone who sent a reviewed, favored, and followed this collection of fanfictions! I will be doing more as I progress through the rest of Devil May Cry 4 and finishing up the animation. (I only have two episodes left, I need to get off my lazy butt and finish it.) So this particular chapter is based on the episode "The Last Promise", but this is only the first part. There will be a second part, probably once I finish up the animation and such.
As with some requests reviewers had made, I will probably get to more chapters based on Nero's childhood and hanging out with Patty and the others. But we'll see on what I write next. Thank you again everyone and enjoy! :D
"Patty? Damnit, where did she run off to now?" Nero grumbled as he wandered around the playground. Nero promised his Uncle Dante that he would play with Patty today, however, that proved difficult when she ran off. It didn't help that Dante was worried about their safety, well as worried as he would visibly show the children. Dante didn't always show his worry. Some white demon attacked his Uncle and wanted to kill him. Honestly, it was nothing new to Nero, many demons wanted his uncle dead.
The young devil folded his arms and left out a huff. Uncle Dante should be training me, why did I get stuck babysitting Patty? Hell, Patty could probably talk a demon to death and come out that fight with hardly any scratches. He spotted clouds overhead and stuffed his hands into his pocket, it was probably going to rain tonight. Nero spotted more kids playing near a black statue, they were kicking a ball, chasing each other, and laughing cheerfully. They were normal human children, unlike him. Nero's eyes wandered over to the statue. The onyx statue depicted a man in armor holding a sword in the air and riding a black horse. The man was giving out a war cry, his mouth wide open.
"Grandfather…" Nero mumbled as he stared up at the statue.
Nero barely knew anything about the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda, only what the legend said and from childhood stories told by his Uncle. Even from these two sources, there wasn't much about his dearly departed grandfather. Dante had no love for his father, Nero felt completely indifferent to him. Though, whenever he saw some depiction of his grandfather, he did feel a sense of awe in his presence. His grandfather was a hero after all, he saved the human world from Mundus and his demons, and anyone would be in awe of him.
Nero shook his head and then called out for the blonde girl. "Paaattyy? C'mon, let's go-!"
Suddenly, he could smell demon and his growing devil arm seemed to pulse underneath his love sleeve jacket. The pulsations were in his upper arm, the light blue veins were probably glowing against the reddening scaly skin. Damnit, this is getting worse, I can feel it. He rushed forward, passing the statue only to see Patty in her signature frilly pink dress sitting next to a man in black on a bench. Their eyes were staring the distance, though the man in black's were on the statue, that was where the smell of demon came from. Nero scowled as he marched over to the two.
Patty blinked and her eyes moved over to Nero. "Oh hey Nero, sorry I ran off. This is the guy I told you about yesterday-."
Nero glared at the man sitting next to Patty, his dark blue eyes narrowing on the brown eyed man. The demon's eyes blinked and gaped at him in astonishment, he stared at him in recognition. This man seemed to know him somehow. Nero swiftly took hold of Patty's wrist and turned to her. "Patty, c'mon. We gotta go."
"Nero, don't be rude." Patty hissed at him, her blue eyes glaring at him. She then looked back at the man with an apologetic look. "This kid is Dante's nephew, Nero. He's normally not this rude Mister."
The demon focused his gaze on Nero, looking kindly down at him and Nero grew uncomfortable under his gaze. "I see…I can see the resemblance."
The demon's voice was soft, placid. He gave a gentle smile. "Do you share in your Uncle's taste for Strawberry sundaes as well?"
Nero glowered at him cautiously and held onto Patty's wrist. This demon didn't appear to be a threat to him or Patty. He was calm and he felt no intent to kill coming off of him. Still, he didn't trust this demon. "I like chocolate sundaes."
The demon nodded slowly and gestured for him to join them on the bench. "Come, why not join us for a few minutes Nero? It is quite peaceful here, don't you agree?"
Nero released Patty's wrist and answered, carefully. "Alright…"
Nero joined them, sitting between the demon man and Patty, causing her to scoot over. If this man did have intent to harm anyone in this park, Nero would be there to stop it. For the next few hours, it was mostly Patty complaining about the old man; about his debts to Aunt Lady, his pizza obsession, and his general laziness. Of course, Nero snorted in agreement to all of this and laid back casually against the bench. The demon sat there and listened to her rantings quietly, a smile had graced his pale face as he listened. He seemed fond of Patty despite barely knowing her.
His uncle was a good man though, deep down, which Nero reminded her verbally. Nero didn't say much overall during her whole rant, Nero was gritting his teeth a little, his upper arm was in some pain right now. Maybe because it was due to the fact that Nero was around this demon. Patty stopped mid-rant as her eyes landed on the golden clock that hung in the park and she hopped to her feet.
"Oh no! I'm on dinner duty today! If I don't get back, the head of the orphanage will yell at me!" Patty exclaimed loudly. She waved at both Nero and the demon. "Well, I'm off!"
Patty started off to the entrance of the park before skidding to a halt and turning around. She addressed the demon, she looked like she would burst with excitement. "Hey! Will you have more free time tomorrow? I bet you will! Come to the Devil May Cry tomorrow and I'll make you a strawberry sundae, okay? That's a promise!"
As Patty said this, the demon was staring at her with a look of astonishment before giving her a smile. A genuine smile.
"Hey! Be careful getting back Patty!" Nero called after her as she ran off. Patty replied back with a simple wave back to him before running off to the orphanage.
That left him and the demon alone on the bench, but also alone in the park. Everyone else had run home, hopefully to prepare for dinner. Nero sat up on the bench, straightening up his posture. If this demon was truly going to hurt him, he would've already done so. Nero could relax now around this demon, but only a little.
"My, she is a spirited little girl." The demon acknowledged, ending the silence between them.
Nero folded his arms and huffed softly. "She can be a little annoying sometimes, but other than that, she's a nice. My uncle enjoys her presence, even when he won't admit it."
The demon's visible brown eye looked down at him. "You are Vergil's son…I never had the chance to meet him sadly. But you resemble your grandfather greatly."
Nero narrowed his eyes. "Who the hell are you? You knew my grandfather?"
"I am Modeus, I was one of Sparda's apprentices. My master entrusted his will and power to me." He introduced himself to Nero with a slight bow of his head.
So this was someone who knew more about his grandfather than his uncle? Nero watched him carefully until the young demon hissed and clenched his upper arm tightly. The pulsing in his arm grew in pain until Modeus gently touched his arm. That seemed to sap away all the pain and Nero stared dumbfounded at his arm before looking up at the demon.
"May I see…?" Modeus asked, his voice gentle as always. Did nothing phase this guy?
Nero nodded and slipped his arm out of his jacket to reveal the devil arm. Nero frowned and groaned when he noticed that the scaly red skin crawled further down to consume his wrist. Great, this is getting harder to hide. Is it just going to eat my whole arm? Nero grumbled in his head. What will Kyrie think…? She'll think I'm a monster… Modeus though, was gawking at his arm in alarm.
"The Devil Bringer…I thought it to be a legend. But…it is real…this is truly extraordinary." Modeus mumbled in awe as he touched the red skin of Nero's arm. "To think it was manifest in my master's bloodline…it causes you pain?"
"Yeah, the damn thing drives me crazy and it hurts sometimes." Nero informed him as he watched the older demon.
Modeus nodded and advised him, gently releasing the young devil's arm. Nero slipped his arm back into his jacket "Because it is not fully grown. Once it takes hold of your entire arm, the pain should cease. It is a powerful tool Nero, use it well."
"So…it'll even eat up my hand too…? Wonderful." Nero groaned and buried his face into his hands.
Modeus reached out and patted Nero's shoulder. "The Devil Bringer is an excellent gift. It is the manifestation of your demonic blood Nero…"
"Probably the only thing I have left of my father." Nero interrupted him in a mutter. That was something that he had come to figure out by himself. He sighed softly and looked over to the demon then looked up to the golden clock. "I better get home…the old man doesn't like me being out late."
"You are still a young nestling, I can understand his concern. Perhaps I will see you tomorrow Nero? I would like to try Miss Patty's strawberry sundae." Modeus gave him a warm smile.
Nero couldn't help but give a smile in return, before jumping off the bench, the two devils parted from there. Nero headed towards Devil May Cry, stuffing his hands into his pockets. So his arm was going to turn completely demonic…was it just his right arm or would it consume the rest of his body sooner or later? Who the hell really knew?
The streetlights began to bloom to life as the sun finally set over the hills and the crowds in the city were still busy. Some people were on their phones or talking to their walking partners as they strolled down the street, Nero stood out amongst this night life. He walked past several stores those lights had died down for the night. He wondered what the old man was cooking up for dinner. Knowing Nero's luck, it was probably going to be pizza, but Dante was normally pretty good at making them something to eat when push came to shove.
Suddenly, there was another scent of demon in the air and Nero resisted the urge to groan. It wasn't Modeus this time, he could tell right away, but seriously, how many demons would he encounter today? Nero turned in the direction of the scent when he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. He turned to get a good look at who was touching him, but the next thing he saw was a flash of white and darkness consumed him.
