Don't close your eyes.

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Notes: Parental Fic. Father Vergil, Uncle Dante, Son/Nephew Nero, OCs, Vergil/OCAnna.

Warnings: Rated (M)ature.

Chapter Six: Discover.

That night I found Anna's body I knew that Arkham had done it; I am no fool. He used revenge as an excuse to seek power. I went along with his little plan, acting clueless until I could gain that power and make that bastard pay. However in my grief I started to lose my way, I could take that power and make everyone suffer, to feel the way I did. Plans were interrupted and the consequences of my actions were that I be punished.

Even someone with Dante's intellect can tell that Nero is mine. James knows it as well.

I knew James years ago when I was a younger man, you could say that he and I were good friends. I'm not mad that James has my son but I do want to know why. My time in hell had given me plenty of time to think about my son. Was he alive? Where did he end up? Is he safe?

Call me a heartless man for raising that tower but I was a father and husband that wanted revenge.

I know I don't deserve it but fate has given me a second chance with my boy and I will not pass it up.

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I sat on the couch, watching him as I pretended to be interested in the show on TV. He was lying on his stomach on the rug, watching some program as he ate cookies from a nearby plate. He was out of his normal clothing and into 'skinny' jeans as he called it and a tee that hugged his frame. Seeing him out of the layers and layers of clothing I discovered that he is relatively small.

Dante waltzed in and plopped down beside him, casual as can be. Dante noticed the boy was watching a zombie movie and placed a hand on Nero's shoulder as he pointed at the screen in excitement.

"This is the best part. Watch how this chick dies, Kid."

Of course as soon as Dante said it the scene played and both recoiled in laughter about how gruesome and 'wickedly awesome' it was. They kept going on and ended up rough housing. Nero was being dominated and after a while the laughter died down and things became serious. With a well-placed hit Nero was thrown to the floor with a loud thud, eyes showing pain as the wind was knocked out of him. In an instant Dante was thrown across the room and I was holding Nero against me like my life depended on it.

"Do not touch my son." I threatened in a deep warped voice, my devil side slipping through.

I realized what I had announced and looked around to see that everyone was staring at me. Even Trish and Mary had rushed in from the kitchen. Their eyes were wide in shock and I actually felt trapped.

"What?" Asked the boy still in my arms, voice sounding young and confused.

He pushed me away and glanced over to anyone that would answer him.

"What does he mean?" He asked again, sadden gaze stopping on Dante.

"Nero," Dante started softly as he stood up. "We've all had our suspensions and Vergil practically told me the other day. We were going to wait until we thought you were ready."

"You mean during the whole time you've known me you knew who my parents were?" Nero asked, voice becoming dangerous.

Before Dante could answer Nero stomped off towards the stairs, planning to go lock himself in his room. Dante rushed over and grabbed his arm; Nero spun around and punched him with all he had. Tears were running down his face and his mouth was in a sneer.

"Don't you fucking touch me." He threated, eyes glowing as his own devil side raged.

With that he turned around and ran upstairs. Our only response being a door slamming.

Done. Don't know if I like it. Review.