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 Ten: We all fall down.

I had been fighting for hours. No bullets left and red queen is out of fuel, so all attacks must be close range from now on. Very dangerous.

I'm very aware that I'm bleeding, along with some broken bones. I have head trauma if the blood from my ears is anything to go by. I've gotten a few scales ripped from my devil bringer and it was not a pleasant feeling. It wouldn't be so bad if my healing wasn't stopping, slowly but surely.

I was surrounded and I know when I am beaten. The Funny thing is that the demons that are attacking are ones I've killed a hundred times; Scarecrows, frost, assault, blitz, gladius and all their ugly little friends. They are weaklings but they are powerful in numbers and a man starts to wear down after a while.

My strength left me in one blow, my body collapsing because it is unable to hold me anymore. I can only sit there on my hands and knees, gasping for air despite the burning in my lungs.

I wait for the demons to lunge forward and destroy me but they only circle me. I open my mouth to speak but I'm cut off by laughing. They make an opening for a man to walk through.

I can only watch as he walks over and crouches down beside me.

He's pale, practically white in color, tall with a skinny yet lean body, black hair, red eyes and a smile full of fangs. He's dressed in black from head to toe; it looks like some kind of suit.

"Look at me, boy." He said in a deep voice, snapping his fingers to gain my attention.

I used what strength I had to raise my head and look into his eyes.

"Hello, I'm Adrian. I need to ask you a few questions, okay?" He asked in a sickly sweet voice.

"I'm looking for an escaped soul, I hate it when they run off it makes me miss them terribly. " He began.

This guy reminds me of the mad hatter from that children's book mom used to read to me. I honestly don't know if that's a good thing or not.

He suddenly stopped and examined me, his eyes scanning from head to toe.

"No way…He has a son! That is just adorable!" He exclaimed with a laugh.

"Family is so wonderful, makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside doesn't it?" He rambled with a mocking smile.

I fell back on my ass, just sitting here watching this fucking psycho rant and rave. I tuned him out for a while, mostly because the high pitch ringing in my ears. I was so far gone that I ended up jumping when he clapped his hands.

"Well good news, you're going to be playing in my little game. But there is something I must tell you first..."

"Tag, you're it."

He lurched forward and grabbed me by my face. A dark feeling washed over me and I felt my life slipping away.

I started to gasp for air, my heart was slowing and I began to panic. Tears were running down my face but I wasn't strong enough to even sob. He pulled me close and held me, it would be considered comforting in different circumstances. After a few minutes it all ended. Eyes unseeing, breath gone and a strong heartbeat nowhere to be found.

I felt nothing.

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(Vergil's POV)

We followed James until we finally found Abigail, searching around and yelling for Nero in a panic. She noticed her husband and ran over, hugging him as she cried into his chest.

"He's gone I can't find him!" She sobbed harder.

"Come out; come out where ever you are!" Sounded an all too familiar voice.

We all turned to see the demons marching down the street, obediently following behind my worst nightmare.

"Adrian." I hissed, my eyes glowing red just at the thought of this man walking among us.

Due to Nero having Yamato, I simply snatched rebellion off of Dante's back. I was ready to attack, running towards that bastard in a fit of rage.

"I would think twice." He smirked.

I suddenly stopped and stared in horror as one of his demon lackeys dragged Nero out by his hair and harshly dropped him in front of his master.

He was a deathly shade of pale grey; his veins looked almost neon compared to his skin. His lips were blue along with his eye lids. His chest was still and unmoving. His body was completely limp.

Dead.

Abigail fell to her knees in hysterics; James knelled beside her and pulled her to his chest. James may be shielding her away from the view but it only takes one glance to destroy you.

Ending this chapter here. Guess there will be a few more after this one. Btw sorry for killing Nero