So here is the second part of "The Last Promise", so it took so long. All the inspiration came and went this whole month, but hey, I managed to finish it! Here you go dearies!

It took all of Dante's will not to Devil Trigger in front of all these humans. His jaw and hands clenched as the white clad devil strolled past him, a confident smirk plastered on white clad Devil's face as he walked by. His fingers itched to hold Ebony and Ivory and pull the trigger, letting the bullet pierce the devil's back. But he couldn't do it right now, not in front of all these people.

Nero is being held captive by this bastard. Dante growled in his head. He narrowed his eyes into the distance. How dare he bring Nero into this situation? He's just a kid, he's not involved in any of this! Dante stuffed his hands into his pockets as he started after the white devil. Nero should've been back at Devil May Cry, waiting for Dante and getting ready for dinner! Dante grit his teeth and then followed after the white clad devil, shoving his hands deep into his pockets.

He could sense that bastard heading for the park and the clouds hung above him. Suddenly though, he felt Modeus's presence nearby and spotted the black haired demon walking up to him, his face troubled. Dante narrowed his eyes on the man as the clouds above started to rumble, that Baul guy was this bastard's brother. Dante had to control his anger, but the thought of Nero in danger made his anger just grow.

I can't fail Nero…like I did Vergil. Dante thought as he turned away from the black haired man and strode down an alleyway, leading the dark haired devil away from the scattering groups of humans. The night life in the city was dying down due to the lightning storm that was starting and the lights were dying down too. The alleyway was bathed in total darkness as Dante waited for Modeus to enter it as well.

Footsteps halted. "Dante, please allow me to-."

Dante's gun was pointed at the black clad Devil's head, his blue eyes now glaring at him with bloody red irises, searing through the darkness. "I thought being two of my father's men, you would show some honor. Kidnapping a child to start a fight is here shitty way of going about it"

Modeus didn't flinich at the sudden contact of the cold metal. "I didn't think…Baul would go this far. Endangering a child…it is not his normal way. Something must be wrong."

"I don't give a damn if this isn't his normal way of doing things. He has my nephew and I'm going to do anything to get him back." Dante snarled in declaration. He pulled the gun away from Modeus and then pushed past the black clad Devil. "Don't try to stop me."

"Wait, Dante, please! Let me try to reason with my brother." That made Dante pause. He glared at the ground, he sympathized with that. He tried to reason with his brother once, but his damn twin was too stubborn to let him in. Vergil couldn't even be reasoned with when Dante slashed right through him, the elder twin just stumbled away into the Demon world, held in his ways to gain power. To gain power to kill Mundus and to get justice for their mother and keep his son safe.

Dante sighed heavily and rain drops began to cascade down onto them. Dante then started for the park, shoving his hands into his pockets, without saying anything to Modeus. Modeus must have understood the gesture and followed after his former master's son. But some part of Modeus knew that this wouldn't go his way at all.

The time in between the alleyway and the park seemed to blur as he closed in on Baul's position. He could sense his nephew's demonic blood and his fear too. The rain was pouring down on Dante and Modeus as they approached where Nero and Baul where. Dante could hear Nero's heartbeat racing as he came upon them.

Nero was being held by the white clad Devil via headlock, though not tight enough to choke him. The quarter Devil was frightened and shaking in his arms. His fear didn't seem to stop even when his eyes fell onto his Uncle and Baul's twin brother. His tears were rolling down his cheeks as he glanced between Baul and Dante. His right arm's large blue vein was glowing brightly, probably causing Nero some pain as he was being held by the Devil.

"Nero…"

"I see you got my message loud and clear Dante. Don't worry, I didn't harm the boy. Much." Baul sneered with a smirk.

Dante tried to keep his cool as he gazed upon Baul. Modeus gawked at Baul with wide eyes and his expression shifted to calm quickly. "Brother…please, release the boy. Your grudge is with Dante and myself."

"You're right, but this child is also the blood of Sparda. Why shouldn't I just kill this Son of Sparda?" Baul threatened, looking down at the child in his arm. He squeezed his arm around Nero's throat and Nero starts to choke, gasping for breath. He was fighting against the Devil, digging his human nails into his arm, trying to force the man free.

Ivory shot out and the bullet grazing Baul's arm, his arm lessoned around Nero. Nero gasped for breath, but his nails were still stabbed into Baul's arm and Baul's arm was bleeding from the bullet. Baul snarled and glared at Dante.

"Put. Him. Down. Now." Dante snarled, his eyes shimmering red as he glared at Baul. "Release my nephew and leave him alone. And I'll…do whatever you want."

"I'll release him, if you die by my hands." Baul declared with a smirk.

"No-No! Uncle Dante! Do-Don't you dare old-old man!" Nero screamed through the rain. The thunder echoed throughout the air as the rain poured down on them.

Dante showed no hesitation. "Deal."

Baul laughed darkly and carelessly dropped Nero to the ground. Nero hit the ground with a thud and he held onto his throat, rubbing it gingerly. He quickly hopped to his feet as he ran up to Dante and threw his arms around him. "No! Ple-Please…don't do th-this…"

Dante patted the younger Devil's head gently and played with his hair. "Nero…mind your Aunties Trish and Lady, alright…? Behave in school, get good grades, and make me proud alright? And…watch out for Patty too, I know she can be a pain to you sometimes, but you know she's a good kid."

Nero clutched hold of Dante's red coat tightly. Why? Why was he doing this? Nero looked up at Dante with an imploring look. He didn't want to lose Dante, no matter how much the elder man annoyed him sometimes with his bad habits. Dante was his only family member left in this world. "Uncle…"

Dante then kissed his head. "I love ya kid. Forever and always"

Dante glanced back Modeus. Modeus was staring at Dante with wide eyes in silence, he looked like he wanted to tell Dante the same thing Nero was telling him. "Take care of him…take him home. I don't want him to see this."

Modeus didn't have time to react before Dante vanished in a blur from where he was standing previously in front of Nero and Nero gawked in the place with wide eyes. The tears rolled down his cheeks and he could hear the sound of swords exchanging blows behind him. The rain, Modeus stepping over to him and calling his name quietly, the sudden pain and rushing pain in his arm, none of that mattered right now. His human hand clutched his right demonic hand tightly and he grit his teeth.

This was worse than the nightmares he had of his father. At least with those, Nero could try to fight back against those and wake up eventually. He could forget about the nightmares and continue on with his day without another thought of them, but this…wasn't something he could wake up from. If only I had been paying more attention to my surroundings. I wouldn't have been kidnapped.

Nero clenched his arm tighter as he grit his teeth in a combination of frustration and fury. Modeus was setting his hand on his shoulder, trying to urge him away from the fight. He spoke but Nero wasn't listening. No, the only things Nero could hear right now were the clashing of steel and his own thoughts.

If I had more power…I could protect everyone I love.

What can I do? I'm just a kid. I don't have a sword or a gun. All I have…

SLAM!

All I have is this arm…this Devil Bringer arm. The proof of my heritage.

It's a weapon. But I don't know how to use it.

SLAM!

I can't protect anyone…not even myself…I'm useless. Daddy could've protected me…but he's dead. And that makes me so mad.

"Nero, please. We must go." Modeus was being rather insistent now. He was trying to pull Nero away from the nearby fighting, but his pleas were falling on deaf ears.

Suddenly, the sound of flesh being torn into brought back to reality. Nero turned his head to see that Baul's swords had impaled right through Dante's body, blood spattering everywhere. Rebellion had flown from Dante's hands and clattered to the ground near Nero and Modeus. Nero watched Dante fall to his knees in front of Baul, who was standing above him. There was a wound on Baul's chest, so Dante had managed to land some wounds on him before falling.

Nero watched nervously as Baul pulled one of the swords out of Dante, causing the half-devil to fall backwards onto the cement. Baul moved closer to Dante and held the sword above the Son of Sparda's head, ready to stab right through it. The pain exploded in his right hand as the Devil Bringer engulfed the rest of his hand and Nero sobbed softly in pain.

Power…I-I…want power…to protect him.

I can't lose anyone else anymore.

Nero…

Power…give me power. A strange, yet familiar voice echoed in Nero's mind. Nero looked down at his now completely demonic arm. The large blue vein now stretched along his scaled arm right into his hand and to his fingers and it was glowing vibrantly. The pain…was gone too, Modeus said the pain would vanish once it was completed. He flexed his fingers and clutched them tightly.

Power…give me MORE POWER! Both Nero and the voice cried out in unison.

A blue ghostly presence began to appear and encircle Nero's arm, his eyes began to glow with blood red and his expression turned into a vicious looking one. Nero lifted his ghostly arm into the arm to examine it, the arm had the same design as his reptilian-looking arm, just bigger. Modeus was now staring at him with a fearful look. He sneered at Modeus and Modeus stepped away from the ten year old in shock. This was…the power of the Devil Bringer. The power vibrated all around him and he turned his haughty gaze towards Rebellion.

A smirk burst from his lips as he reached out with the ghostly apparition and seized hold of Rebellion. Perfect. Normally, Nero would never be able to lift Rebellion, he assumed when he was older he would be able to pick it up, but with this arm, it was as light as a feather. Nero's ghostly arm then held it up in the air and threw it towards Baul.

The bastard never saw it coming as the long sword embedded right through his head. Nero couldn't help but let out a dark chuckle and he advanced towards Baul. His ghostly hand reached out as he stepped closer to Baul and grabbed hold of the handle of the sword, pulling out of the white-Devil's head. Baul clutched his head and staggered backwards, before falling backwards to the ground. Modeus collapsed to the ground as well, startled by this and feeling the life leaving his twin brother.

Dante however, was gaping in astonishment of his nephew from where he was bleeding. This was something Nero would never do. Nero was a gentle kid, sure he had a temper and a potty mouth on him, but he wasn't a violent child. He never engaged in fights at school, something Dante was grateful for. Nero was smirking down at the body of the white-clad Devil, the head completely destroyed.

"Take that you bastard!" Nero's voice was echoing in an odd distortion as he stood over the body. A distortion that sent chills down Dante's spine as he felt his wounds starting to heal.

Nero smirked as he looked down at this ghostly hand. "This…this is what my power feels like. It feels…awesome. My blood is singing and I can feel the demons now."

Dante paled as he heard this and he stared at his nephew. It was like staring at a ghost. It was the tower all over again. Vergil clutching Force Edge in his hand as he was getting ready to face Dante one more time over the edge of the Demon World and the Human World. That hunger… that lust for power…both father and son shared that.

"Nero…" Dante called out from the ground, trying to sit up.

Nero looked over his shoulder, his red eyes burned into Dante's blue eyes and raised his eyebrow to his uncle. His expression was almost blank as he gawked down at Dante and the ghostly arm still hovered around his demonic arm. Dante's heart stopped, this wasn't his nephew at all. Nero then averted his gaze to his arm.

"It said give me more power…whose voice is in my head? Is that you Daddy? Why are you in my head and not beside me?" Nero began to speak aloud, pleading. Dante frowned, a voice was in his head? What was going on? Was it…Vergil? There was no way…

Nero seemed to smile to himself and hugged the glowing arm to his chest. He mumbled to himself before the ghostly hand began to fade away and Nero's eyes changed back to their normal dark blue. Nero blinked, swaying forwards and backwards before starting to fall face first. Dante used the rest of his energy to get up and catch Nero before he hit the ground. He held the ten year old close to see that he blacked out. That wasn't a full blown Devil Trigger…but that must have been exhausting for you little guy. Dante thought as he brushed the hair out of Nero's face.

Dante stood up with Nero in his arms and turned to see Modeus looking picking up his brother's corpse. His gloomy expression changed when he looked up to Dante and then back to look at Nero. "He is…stronger than I would have believed. For a mere child to kill my brother, someone who lived a longer life and fought for his entire life, it is truly unbelievable."

Dante paused for he said anything and looked down at Nero. "He surprised me too…honestly, I didn't even know where that damn arm came from. But I think I understand now."

Modeus raised his eyebrow to Dante and Dante continued, looking defeated. "Nero just killed his first Devil and I don't even know what to say to him. I wanted him to have a semi-normal life, but I guess I got my hopes up too much."

"He can still have a normal life Dante. Though, hiding the fully grown Devil Bringer will be difficult, but it is manageable." Modeus assured him. "You will have to teach him to hide his power…which will be the hardest thing to do on him. His arm will glow when it senses a demon's presence, which might attract the demon itself, and he will want to do anything to kill it I'm sure, especially if it threatens anyone he cares about."

Dante's thoughts drifted to Nero's only playmates Kyrie and Credo. Kyrie was a sweet little girl with big chocolate brown eyes that Nero had met in Kindergarten and Dante knew for a fact that Nero had a crush on her. It was pretty obvious and the adult Devil Hunter loved to tease his nephew about it. Credo was four years older than Nero and quite a responsible kid, but he didn't seem to mind playing with his younger sister and her playmate. Though Credo was currently also training under the Knights of the Order in Fortuna, he still found time to play with both children and Dante had talked with him extensively. Credo knew about them too, their true demonic nature, but promised to keep their secret under wraps from the Order. Credo wanted to protect Nero especially, not knowing what they would do to the younger child if the Order found out about him.

Nero would be very determined to protect Kyrie and Credo should they come under the attack of a demon, that, Dante was certain of.

Nero was too young to have the power of a devil. Dante closed his eyes as he turned away from Modeus, heading back to his shop with Nero in hand. Modeus would come and find him later to talk more, after his mourning period for his brother.

Upon his arrival at Devil May Cry, he found the place was empty, except with Trish. She was sleeping on her side with a blanket covering her body, having fallen asleep on the couch. How long had she been there for? It didn't matter too much he supposed.

After putting Nero to bed, Dante went back to the entrance of Devil May Cry and sat down in the chair, resting Rebellion against the seat. He folded his arms across his chest and rested his head back against the cushion and drifted off into deep slumber.