Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of the Devil May Cry characters in this fiction, if I did, Kyrie would have died in the first ten minutes of the game, very brutally and with lots of blood, Dante and Nero would be together...and Vergil would be shirtless in the third game...and Arkham would wear a frilly princess dress for my entertainment.

Rated Mature for Blood, Language, Angst, Future Hot Man Sex, Hurting Nero, and Secrets that I will not reveal yet.

Having the Devil May Cry 4 art book will help people get a bit better of an image in their head with basically this entire story.

Chapter Five: Unwanted Inheritance

Dante felt himself falling through the air, opening his eyes when the heat of the flames left him. He flipped himself over as he watched the ground near him and landed roughly on his feet, hearing the tip of Rebellion clatter against the tiled floor as he bent his knees to stifle the impact of the landing. Straightening himself, he let out a breath of air and brushed the scorched ash off the exposed skin of his arms and coat.

"Why is it that no matter where I go something has to destroy my coat?" He muttered, frowning at a few portions of the red leather that were now charred a dark black. Dante dropped the bottom of his coattail as he finished examining the damage with a slight pout on his face, wondering if the world had something against his wallet being even remotely full. The devil hunter pushed the burnt leather from his mind, knowing that he could deal with it later. What mattered now was finding Nero and dragging his ass back to the office.

He glanced around the large room, the area not too different from a cathedral in Dante's eyes. The smooth tile under him covered the entire floor from wall to wall, strange engravings cutting through the stone in some parts, all seeming to lead to the center of the room. Small tables covered in red silk sat around the engravings in the stone, the small purple flames of the lit candles dancing in the darkness as Dante walked towards them. Wild roses in a variety of different colors littered the surfaces under the floating candles, their vines winding together with each other and the table legs as if they had been growing there for many years. The candelabras were the only source of light in the black cathedral besides the mockery of stars embedded in the arched ceiling, each moving quickly as the bodies attached to them crawled along the support beams above. "Heh. Doesn't look like much has changed since I was last here."

"I suppose it hasn't, Dante Sparda, and that is exactly why I wish to change it." Dante looked down from watching the bright eyes of the demons crawling along the ceiling, seeing a large table covered in the same silk cloth as the others in the center of the room. Rabi sat at one end of it in a large red and black velvet chair, its hands folded neatly atop a large demonic skull. The rabbit demon cocked its head to the right lightly as the slayer walked a little closer.

"Changing the demon world? Isn't that a bit too big of a feat for someone like you? The last time I checked, you don't even fight with your own hands." Dante hummed in thought and slowly turned around, crossing his arms as he took in the sight around him. "I thought you were lying. I opened the gate and the kid's not here at all." He unholstered Ebony and aimed directly between the rabbit's beady black eyes, his index finger itching to pull the trigger. Rabi did not move and merely stared back at the devil hunter, unnerved from the man threatening to shoot it into several pieces.

"I am aware he is not. Do not worry, I suspect he will be here soon enough." Rabi removed its hands from the top of the skull, gently taking one of the candles in its hand and setting it on the table in front of it so the shape was visible in the dim light. Dante felt his stomach twist in disgust as he saw the skull in a better light, grimacing at the familiar image. "While you are waiting, would you like to know whose skull this is?"

"I'd rather not. I've got a pretty good guess already." The demon slayer said, glancing up as he heard a small hiss from the demons overhead before returning his gaze to the demonic rabbit. "So when did you start grave robbing? Have a collection of famous demon skulls hidden away somewhere? We should get together and compare sometime. You might find some old friends in what I've gathered over the years."

"I did not steal this skull as you are implying. This is Sparda's final resting ground. I brought you here to give you the last of your inheritance as one of the remaining direct descendants of the dark knight." Rabi watched as Dante raised an eyebrow at it, moving to rest its hands on the top of the skull again. "I suspected as much. You know nothing of your mate. How blind humans can be still astounds me."

"What makes you think you know the kid better than I do? You're just trying to mess with my head like every other demon out there. Besides, I wouldn't give a damn if he was Mundus's son, I'm taking him back with me." Dante huffed, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible. He did not like where this was going. "Just tell me where the hell Nero is."

"Nero? Is that what he is going by now? I would have thought he would-" Rabi's head snapped backward as a bullet was shoot into his skull, blood dripping down and staining the white fabric that made his face.

"I'm really getting sick of people barging into family business. If I were you, I would shut it and tell where the kid is before I start slicing my way through the demon world one demon at a time looking for him. Just so you know, you're first and I'm not planning to play nice this time." Dante glared heatedly at the demonic rabbit, both of his twin guns drawn as he got the message across that he meant every word he spoke. Rabi slowly brought his head back forward, one of his ears twitching and missing a large chunk from the second bullet the devil hunter had fired. It was silent for a moment before it spoke again.

"I will give you the boy." Rabi stood from the table, a few clusters of cotton falling from its ear as it did. "But I will only do so if you accept your inheritance. If you chose not to, I'm afraid the boy will remain here and die in the demon world. I know his exact whereabouts and I will tell you now, he is not too happy at the moment."

Dante growled deeply at that, wanting to pull the triggers until the rabbit was nothing but a pile of demonically possessed cotton. He hesitated though, knowing that if he killed it, Nero might be dead by the time he found him. If it was for the younger slayer, he would wait a little longer on tearing the stuffed rabbit to pieces.

"What's this so called 'inheritance' you're so determined on giving me?" He asked, lowering Ebony and Ivory from the demonic rabbit's form but not holstering them yet. Rabi moved from behind the table, taking a candle from its place in the air and walking out of the circle of engravings on the floor. It stopped when it was by one of the smaller tables, turning around and placing its unused hand behind its back.

"You shall see soon enough, Dante Sparda." With that, Rabi blew gently on the single candle. The purple flame danced violently before going out in a puff of violet smoke. Dante raised a silver eyebrow at the action, wondering what the rabbit was doing before all of the candles in the room started to do the same action as the first. One by one, each flame vanished in a puff of violet smoke as if someone had walked around the entire room and blew on each of them. The devil hunter was cloaked in darkness as the last flame which belonged to the candle in front of his father's skull vanished.

Dante opened his mouth to question what was going on, his voice catching in his throat as the engravings in the smooth tiled floor started to glow before being lit with the same fire that the candles had held. He took a step back, trying to glance over the demonic writing to read what it said but he did not get the chance to as his attention was drawn to his devil side growling inside his head. Dante fought back a sudden urge to trigger, Ebony and Ivory falling from his hands as he gripped the side of his head. His skull throbbed, his fingers turning into long talons without his awareness. His wings tore through the skin of his back, ripping holes in the red leather of his coat as he triggered violently. A powerful shock wave burst from him with a scream as he lost control, making the demons on the beams above screech as they were reduced to ash.

Multiple earsplitting cracking sounds broke through the muted noises in the circular room. The heaviness in the air increasing suddenly as a warm wave wiped through the closed room. A few of the reflections looked up from their captive in fear as they sensed the power rip through their mirrors.

Nero gasped as the lips that had been ravishing his crumbled against his mouth, the demons that had taken his form turning into piles of ash and shards of glass around him. He sat up, panting and shaking the powdered mess from his hair as he sat up. The young hunter wiped his face on a clean part of his human arm before opening his azure eyes. All of the mirrors were shattered, his reflections back in their normal positions rather than pinning him to the floor and attempting to take him. He sighed in relief before glancing around the room again, wondering what exactly killed the demons.

A new mirror appeared a few feet in front of him, glowing with a black, purple, and red image swirling within it. Nero rose to his feet, watching the mirror cautiously as he bent down and retrieved the black silk that belonged to Dante. He groaned when he saw that it was nothing but tattered remains loosely attached to each other now.

"As if this could get any worse." Nero sighed and tossed the shreds of silk carelessly over his shoulder, walking towards the swirling mirror. "Now, I have to walk through hell naked, covered in who knows what, and with a damn hard on. I'm shoving Red Queen down Dante's throat for this." He reached out his hand, letting the mirror swallow him whole again.

Nero took a deep breath when the mirror let go of him, opening his eyes to see nothing but darkness and a light purple fire dancing along the floor under him. He looked at the engravings the fire burned in, tilting his head to the side in confusion at the demonic writing. The young demon slayer walked forward, the fire not burning him as he neared a table that sat in the center of the fire. A deep growl stopped him in his tracks, bouncing off the walls and seeming to come from every direction. Nero turned his back to the table, hopelessly searching through the darkness for the source of the deadly growl.

A loud crushing sound rang out behind him, making him spin around in a slight panic. The first thing he saw was crushed bone of what looked to be an old skull, the horns that were now broken off and lying on the table reminding him of the statues in Fortuna. His breath caught in his throat when he saw a large demonic foot standing in the crushed bone, a crimson color pulsing across the black flesh in small cracks of lightning. Nero swallowed as he dared to look up, his throat closing up as he saw blood red eyes staring him down and glowing red wings that reminded him of burning lava fanning out behind the demon. The young man felt his chest tighten and ache when he noticed a few shreds of red leather still hanging off the demon's arms and dangerously spiked tail. Nero took a step back, fear stinging him worse than it ever had before as he stared at the being in front of him. His voice almost failed him as he really hoped he was just having the worst nightmare his imagination had ever conjured.

"D-Dante?"