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 Eight: The beginning of the end.
She watched him from the doorway. He was huddled on the couch in his covers, hair a mess, eyes bloodshot and locked on to the empty wall across the room.
Abigail returned to the kitchen where her husband was propped up against the counter drinking his coffee.
"He's been like this for days and it kills me to see him like this." She announced in concern.
"He's mourning." James replied in his deep voice.
"What do you mean, dear?" She asked in confusion.
"When demons have children they instantly connect and form a bond. When one leaves or passes on that bond is severed. His devil side is in mourning. Dante and Vergil are most likely feeling the same way. When you're raising a child with demonic abilities you would like to know what you're getting into." He explained to his wife with confidence.
She walked out of the kitchen and over to her son, taking a seat beside him and pulling him into an embrace. He rested his head against her shoulder and remained still as his mother ran her fingers through his hair.
For the first time in years Nero held onto his mother and cried.
Now Loading…
(In the point of view of Dante)
We sat on the couch in silence watching TV. As it turned out the box James gave us was filled with family movies. Some were of Nero through the years from toddler, kid, teens and even a few months before the savior incident. We had watched them in no particular order but after fourteen tapes we were finally on the last one.
Play:
The scene started off with a young Nero standing in front of the camera smiling. His face was thin yet still boyish. His eyes were so lite in color that they were practically white; they must have darkened over the years. He had a wide smile on his face, making his dimples appear and showing off his missing front tooth.
"Say something for daddy so he can watch it on his trip." Sounded Abigail's voice from behind the camera.
Nero put his finger to his lip in thought before looking at the camera with a sweet smile.
"I love you, daddy. I hope you're safe on your trip so you can come back and play monster trucks with me, I'll even let you use my favorite blue one. I'll miss you." He said before leaning forward and kissing the lens.
Stop/Eject.
After the video clicked off we continued to just sit there, both of us in no mood to really do anything.
'Where is young one? Young one's scent is gone; bring it back'
I growled to myself as I ignored my devil side. Ever since Nero left my devil side has been quite unsettled and demanding, most likely upset over Nero's absence.
"Is yours acting out as well?" Sounded Vergil's emotionless voice.
I managed a small agreement before the shop doors open up, Trish and Lady walking in quietly. They strolled over and sat on the couch opposite from us. The room was silent, the meeting somewhat awkward. They seemed upset and distant, even Lady was keeping quiet. It was when they wouldn't look us in the eye that I knew they were keeping something from us.
"What are you hiding?" I asked as I sat forward, never taking my eyes off of them.
Trish sighed and adjusted herself so she could face me better.
"He's awful, Dante. He's depressed, he's not eating and he mopes around all day."
"You contacted him?!" Vergil snapped as he jumped from his seat.
"Someone needs to care for him since you sure as hell wont!" Lady yelled back, standing up and staring Vergil down.
"You have no idea how I feel towards him!"
"Not a lot apparently since you abandoned him. TWICE!"
It went on like this for a while, I tuned out after the first fifteen minutes. My attention was better focused on my strongest whisky.
Now Loading…
The sun was shining and the weather was warm, sadly he hid himself in his coat and hoodie. He kept to himself, wasn't talking and simply followed behind his mother obediently.
He and his mother were walking down the street, looking in the windows at various shops. His mother held onto his hand, sad that she couldn't do anything other than comfort him.
"Baby, please cheer up it kills me to see you like thi-"His mother started before being interrupted by a loud explosion.
He held onto his her so she wouldn't fall from the aftershock. They looked down towards the explosion to see a big puff of black smoke and hundreds of demons crawling over buildings and into the streets.
Done.