On the surface of Beacon academy, whilst Nero was having everything he knew about himself quickly thrown out the 35th story window of a highrise, a group of girls were having an argument about him, well, not exactly an argument.

"Weiss! Could just stop and think about how irrational you're being? Nero isn't a bad person! You should know that from how he handled you trying to skewer him!" Ruby Rose was standing in front of Weiss, waving her hands and getting incredibly excited emotionally. Weiss was her friend and she understood that she wasn't one to trust people or even be slightly pleasant to strangers, but her behavior had long passed unacceptable and was nearing psychotic in regards to the newest addition to team RWBY.

Yang quickly jumped in on her sister's coattails, "My sister is right Weiss, I was okay with you giving him the cold shoulder, but you were just being mean by the end, and not the funny kind of mean."

Weiss hadn't said a word in the time the two had taken to berate her, she didn't have anything to say, for once. She had acted terribly to someone who didn't deserve it, not a new sin for her, but more so she took it far beyond where she normally went. This was one of the few instances in her life where Weiss would admit to regretting her actions, as opposed to standing by them and swallowing her guilt.

"I know." Everyone in the room, even Blake who had been in her bed reading, stopped and stared at the girl.

Yang spoke up first, "Either I'm going crazy or you just said that you knew you were being a royal bitch to Nero."

"I did. You both are right. For some reason, when we met him yesterday, I felt drawn to him, just like you all said you were after we brought him to the doctor. I didn't want to admit it and to make myself feel okay I treated him like he was a monster. I screwed up….. I didn't even consider that he had suffered or understood what it was like to..." Weiss was on the verge of tears now, which only served to further confuse the two sisters. Blake had a very different reaction, as she was now holding the Schnee heiress in her arms as the white haired girl was bawling, who made no attempt to break free, instead returning the embrace with her own.

Yang looked at Ruby in complete bewilderment, "What just happened?" Ruby simply shrugged her shoulders, before walking over to her two teammates and joined the hug.

"Weiss, we didn't mean to make you cry, we were just…" Ruby was cut off by a look from Blake, comments like that were for later.

Yang dropped her hands from her hips and made a production of walking over and joining the hug, using her long arms and slightly taller height to wrap herself around her sister and the two girls she had grown close to in the past couple of months.

Weiss was able to get herself under control and disentangled her from from the other girls. She spoke without too many sobs as she wiped her tears away, "If any of you so much as hint at something like this having occurred."

Yang threw her hands up in the air and sighed, "And the ice queen returns."

Weiss ignored the barb and began to attempt at smoothing out her uniform, she didn't like being in states like that, but she had little control of herself when her emotions reached such a level, she just couldn't help herself. "I never thought I would get so worked over a boy."

Blake interjected, "He's far from a boy Weiss, I think you saw that."

Weiss simply nodded and casted her gaze away, she was still dealing with the storm of emotions inside her. She had issues she had never even thought of confronting that when added to her current situation had really messed her up.

"Wait, so you were crushing on Nero, so you decided to kill him?" The response she received in her teammates' looks made clear Yang still lacked any sense of tact.

"I wasn't crushing on him! He was just…."

Blake placed a hand on her shoulder, "It's okay Weiss, we all felt the same draw to him."

"Blake's right Weiss! I've never thought about boys before in my life but for some reason I can't get Nero out of my mind." Ruby had once again become very animated, using her arms and hands to do a lot of her speaking.

"Well, I wouldn't say I'm drawn to him, but he is kinda cute." Blake shot Yang a look, now wasn't time to downplay anything.

"I think that I should tell something to you all, about Nero. He may have wanted to tell you all himself but I feel it will make things easier if I just tell you now." Blake had the three girls' full attention now.

"And that would be?" Weiss was intrigued, she and Yang had the least amount of interaction with their new teammate, so she was going to eat up any information she could get, especially after the way she had been taking things.

Blake closed her eyes and tried to find the right words, she didn't want to make things harder for Nero.

"Nero is really from another world, one where demons exist and he happens to have the power of one. That's what his arm is."

"So the guy who fell from the evil looking portal is part evil creature?" Yang was rolling with the punches on this one, Nero being from another world was a pretty simple explanation, if a little far fetched, but it made sense considering his circumstances.

"No, demons aren't necessarily evil from what I understand and I don't know if he actually is part demon. He promised me he would explain everything, but I don't know when he'll be willing to do so."

Ruby jumped in next, "Why wouldn't he? I mean he seems pretty put together to me. I'm sure that coming to a new world would be a major choice, but…."

"He's not put together Ruby." Weiss had her arms crossed with look on her face that showed her deep in thought.

"And how would you know that Weiss? I mean, a few hours ago you were trying to kill him."

"I know Yang! Can we please get past this? I will apologize as soon as I see him."

Yang gave the white themed girl a mischievous smirk, "Can I take a video of that? I want to capture the moment hell freezes over."

"I apologized to Ruby a month ago about how I had been treating her! And I apologized to Blake about all the terrible things I said about the faunus!"

Yang continued to tease, "Yeah, but you've known Ruby and Blake for a while, Nero is just a sexy traveler from another world you tried to kill."

Blake saw a way to end the tangent with Yang's comment, "I thought he was just 'kinda cute' Yang, now he's a sexy traveler from another world?"

Yang didn't miss a beat, "I'm allowed to change my mind Blake, besides, out of all of us you seem the most interested in him," Yang leaned forward to whisper to the secret faunus, We didn't make up an excuse to leave lunch early and then sneak off to see the wonder boy, or did you really just go off to read?"

Blake fought back a blush, but couldn't stop a little pink showing through, "We're getting far from where the conversation was supposed to go. Weiss is right that Nero isn't put together. I don't have all the details but he's suffered a lot and the circumstances for him coming here were…. well from what I can tell they were really fucked up."

Ruby suddenly zipped into Blake's face, "Who are you and what have you done with Blake! Blake never curses!"

Yang pulled Ruby back by her hood, "Chill little sis. She's just trying to get her point across. How are you so sure about this Blake? I mean, he's been around a little over a day, yet you seem to know so much about him."

Blake sighed in response, "Because I spoke to him at lunch like you all seem to believe I did."

Ruby tilted her head, "You actually went and saw Nero at lunch? I thought you were just going to find somewhere quiet to read." Yang shook her head in a mix of amusement and disappointment at her sister's occasionally oblivious nature showing up.

Blake continued despite Ruby being Ruby, "When I was talking to him alone he was so vulnerable and torn up. He told some of his past and it didn't sound easy. He had no family and was raised in an orphanage by nuns belonging to a militant religion, which he later joined as a means to hunt demons. He actually told me he came here seeking a way to die that was more than simply killing himself." The room went silent, a cold wave washing over the three girls listening to Blake and snuffing out any thought of continued discussion for a few pained minutes.

Weiss broke the silence, "Then let's give him a reason to live." Yang looked at the heiress in surprise, she hadn't expected that from the normally hostile girl. "I don't want to do it out of obligation or because it's necessary as he's now our teammate, but I want to do it because he deserves at least a couple of people to put an effort forward for him."

"Weiss is right! Nero saved our butts so we owe it to him to do the same!" Ruby was already concocting plans to convince Nero life was worth living, all of which involved her teammates in varying ways, but all ending with her in the spotlight in Nero's eyes. Not that she realized that, it was simply unconscious desires peaking through.

Blake interjected to prevent her team leader from going too far, "I don't think we need to worry about that, but we should try to get closer to him. He needs friends and we were the first people he met in this world."

"I'm all for it! I'm not gonna let a hot guy like him off himself if I can stop it." Yang received less than pleased looks for that comment, but they weren't as severe as they could be.

Blake let a small smile appear as she looked at her friends, they were good people, people that she knew Nero would be close to, just not as close as she would be. She quickly shook herself from that train of thought, she could worry about things like that later. Why was she even thinking about worrying them? She liked Nero, but she wasn't already going to make any plans was she? Blake told herself she wasn't, but at the back of her mind schemes were shaping, for the future at least.

Within the bowels of the floating island Beacon academy rested on, Nero and Ozpin were still finding Sparda's presence rather disconcerting.

"How the hell do you get better after you die? Death is final, there's no coming back. This isn't a cheesy ass action movie or a shitty teen romance. It's real life." Nero was not someone who could handle the defilement of the basic laws of the universe. When someone or something died, they stayed that way, he preferred it like that as well. He could deal with people being reincarnated as demons, he could deal with people surviving impalement, but he couldn't deal with people just not dying. Sanctus was bullshit.

"Well I didn't die actually. I just went on a vacation of sorts." Sparda was leading Ozpin and Nero up more stairs, the two of them not really questioning where they were going.

"Where the hell does an all-powerful demon go on vacation? Fucking Hawaii?" Nero was not appreciative of Sparda's whimsical attitude, if anything it pissed him off and creeped him out.

"There's no need to get upset Nero, I didn't actually go on vacation. I lived out life with Eva, your grandmother, till she was murdered then I came back here to Remnant and sealed myself away in that magic circle till you would show up."

"Me specifically?"

"Not you specifically, I assumed that with the way Dante behaved in regards to women that some kind of offspring from him would have showed up a few years ago. I didn't expect Virgil's son to show up frankly, he never seemed to have any thoughts about women, only focused on fighting and staying true to his lineage." The tree had reached the highest platform in the chamber that Nero and Ozpin had discovered Sparda in, where three cushioned chairs sat around a table. Sparda took a seat in one, motioning for his companions to follow suit.

Ozpin spoke without being spoke to for the first time since Sparda's arrival, "I don't mean any disrespect, but why would you seal yourself away? How could you be sure that a successor would come?"

"Well, a funny thing happens to demons and the like as they reach levels of power that approach that of a god, your awareness of existence changes. Around the time I defeated Mundus I was beginning to see things before they happened whilst still aware of the world around me."

Nero interrupted, "So you were constantly having premonitions or was it more similar to a state of prescience?"

"Well I'm quite surprised, you must be Virgil's son if you have that kind of intelligence."Sparda had his eyes closed and was smirking in way that showed serious familial resemblance.

The younger man growled a response, "I'm gonna let that slide on account of you being who you are, but if you're really my grandfather, then you should you know comments like that aren't exactly copacetic."

Sparda's smirk grew into a cheshire grin,"The word copacetic isn't copacetic."

Nero adopted a blank look and an even tone,"I'm going to hurt you. I'm not sure how due to you being supposedly god-like, but I will."

"I'll have you know I take offense to such a statement, I am much more than supposedly god-like, I'm at his level."

"That's presumptuous, how do you know god isn't a woman or is even gender definable?"

"Oh Nero, are you a feminist? That's rather surprising considering…." Sparda was cut off by the point of a sword he once wielded being angled at his throat. Nero was angry obviously, but this was a different kind of anger for the young man. His rage always had a target, a physical person to hate. Now it was simply blind and bloody anger.

He was angry at his supposed family, a group of people with demon's blood and shitty attitudes all around. He was angry at his life

"Fuck you. Just shut the fuck up." He brought Yamato down on table in front of him, cleaving it in half.

Sparda adjusted his monocle and crossed one leg over the other, before speaking in a grandfatherly tone that sounded more annoying to the young demon hunter than anything. "Now Nero, that was an antique, built by one of the finest renaissance carpenters of our world."

Ozpin simply sat in silence and observed the battle of wills, it was amusing and slightly terrifying at the same time. A very angry teen was being verbally beaten down by a semi-omnipotent demon messiah. How he would ever share this someone he had no idea, but he just had to find away.

"Well fuck him for making a shitty table! I'm going to hurt you! Really bad!" Nero's eyes were starting to glow blue, and the outline of a spectral figure was appearing behind him. The rational part of him was screaming at him to put a lid on the overboiling pot that was his mind, but the irrational part of him was smothering that with a pillow…. made of spikes. He wasn't really mad at Sparda, the demon hero had simply made his anger surface, he was just really fucking pissed.

Sparda stooped himself and started shaking himself in an exaggerated manner, then spoke in his best old jaded man voice, "I'd like to see you try young whippersnapper," Sparda was broken from his charade by Nero firing Blue Rose at his face. Sparda had ducked in the instant before the bullet hit him, before standing and giving his grandson a Cheshire cat grin. "Close but no cigar." An engine revving was Nero's response as he charged the short distance between him and the man, Red Queen bound in a flaming arc at Sparda.

The demon simply caught the blade in one of his gloved hands, the blade grinding against the fabric for a few seconds, before a twitch of his fingers sent Nero skidding back against the edge of the suspended platform. Nero knew that this was a fight he couldn't win, but he had killed something with the power of a god before, at least that was the strength Sanctus claimed to posses. A thrust of his arm into the air and a sharp flash of blue light brought him into devil trigger, he was going to give it all in the minute or so he could this state, anymore than that and he would be back to a more natural level of power.

First was summoned swords, firing his gun repeatedly at the man in front of him, not a single projectile made it's mark, but it enabled him to bring a mass of spectral weapons around him. Nero started pouring energy into his side arm, his devil bringer starting to change color in response. Sparda simply stood with his arms folded behind his back, a blank expression on his face. Ozpin had left the platform where the they had been talking, running up several flights of stairs to avoid whatever destruction on the verge of occurring, before looking down to observe. This was a once in a lifetime chance, a fight between two warriors from another world.

An engine sounded out once more and Nero charged forward, a plume of flames jetting behind Red Queen. Sparda once again took grasp of the blade, but Nero expected a repeat of his last attack, and swung himself up and over the demon whilst holding the hilt of his sword. As he reached the top of his arc, he unleashed the charged shot in his gun, a blast of demonic energy emitting from the barrel and the recoil knocking Nero's hand back. The blast actually staggered Sparda, but did little else, allowing Nero to tear Red Queen from his grip and launch into a flurry of strikes, releasing the swords floating around him in tandem. Nero's strikes were making it through every now and then, mostly the echoes of his attacks performed by the demonic specter floating off of his body, Sparda was blocking most of them with his arms and dodging the spectral blades, but those that landed released jets of blood and actually tore through the fabric of the demon hero's clothes. The wounds quickly sealed themselves and the clothes seemed to be stitching themselves back together, but Nero refused to be intimidated. He was going to hurt him, even if it killed him. He came to this world to die, right?

Nero over extended one of his swings, allowing Sparda to snap a blindingly fast kick into his chest, knocking him back with such force that he was sent careening back into the wall of the massive chamber, rubble falling and clouds of dust appearing. Now was time for desperate measures, Nero kicked out of the crater he was in and sheathed Red Queen, before punching the air with his devil bringer, hand open, then bringing it back, causing a massive spectral arm to shoot forward and take grab of Sparda. The arm was met with resistance in the form of a bizarre pressure keeping it from bringing Sparda to Nero, instead launching the younger of the two forward with Yamato in his human hand.

Sparda blocked a strike from his former sword with his forearm, the blade cleaving through clothes and skin, hitting bone. Blood gushed out from the clean slice, before sealing up, leading to Sparda shoving his arm forward, knocking back Nero, this time only a few feet. Nero once again pushed to stay on the offensive, swiping Yamato up and unleashing a blue crescent of energy, his devil trigger spectre miming his action with it's own blade. Nero didn't even wait to see if his attack landed, instead summoning one of his new devil arms to his devil bringer, a tripartite nunchaku that glowed an icy blue known as Cerberus.

Nero dashed in with a quick three hit combo of Yamato before swinging Cerberus onto the ground, a series of ice spikes launching from along the ground at Sparda. Nero followed the barrage of ice with a series of strikes from both his weapons, before sealing both into his arm and redrawing Red Queen, spinning himself around and revving the throttle on the blade, once again summoning a squall of fire. Nero jumped into a front flip when he felt his sword meet resistance, a red platform forming under his feet and allowing him to get some extra air, before summoning the other stolen devil arm he possessed.

Sparda was rather impressed, despite his grandson's anger clouding his abilities, he was able to actually put up a fight, and was showing that he was a talented fighter. He had provoked the young man on purpose, wanting to see what he could do, but this far exceeded what he was expecting. Nero lacked the sloppiness of Dante's swordsmanship but lacked his variety in skills, but made up for limited options with knowing the ins and outs of his techniques, though he obviously was not acclimated to using Yamato as something other than a trump card and he was rather uncomfortable with the other devil arm he had, but that just required practice. Sparda had learned much from the short spar, but it was time to end this before Nero hurt himself. A small knife flicked into his hand from his sleeve, red and ornate, not obviously dangerous, and readied himself to bring down his grandson.

Nero was gripping an ornate metal briefcase in his devil bringer while falling down towards Sparda, which let loose a flash of yellow light and transformed into a large folding shuriken which he threw with as much force as possible with his demonic arm. The bladed weapon tore through the air, before suddenly halting an inch from Sparda's throat, suspended in the air, twirling away. The shuriken flashed yellow again and returning to it's default briefcase form, falling flat on the floor. Sparda kicked the case over to Nero who quickly scooped it into his arm, sealed it, and jumped up into a double flying kick at his grandfather, only to have his feet caught right as his devil trigger ran out. Nero was slammed into the ground, a crater forming around him, as Sparda rocketed his knee into the young man's stomach, drilling him further into the platform's stone floor. Nero coughed up a little blood and could feel his own internal organs trying to fix themselves up, as Sparda held a knife against his throat.

"I'm very proud of you, Nero, usually when people are that angry in a fight they die, but you are able to keep some semblance of skill while seeing red. Now, I'm sorry for what I'm about to do, but it's rather necessary. You'll see." Before Nero could question or respond to Sparda, he slit Nero's throat with a clean cut, and causing Nero to begin convulsing, before being lifted off the ground and letting out a horrific scream as he started to float into the air.

Sparda simply watched with a calm expression as Nero writhed in agony whilst suspended midair, his screams becoming more and more desperate, begging for freedom from the pain. Ozpin watched in terror, confused as to why the man who enabled his world to fight the grimm was putting who he claimed to be his grandson through so much pain.

Nero could every single one of his nerves nearly burst from all the pain he was in, which wasn't exactly normal. He'd had his throat slit before, which meant that whatever Sparda used to do it was responsible for this. Just as he could feel himself slipping into the agony and completely losing himself, the pain stopped, before it came back all at once in one final burst, his devil trigger activating against his will. The spectre seemed to be in just as much pain as Nero was, grasping at it's horned head and letting out silent wails. In seconds, the specter burst into blue projectiles that launched into Nero, each one causing a strange convulsion in Nero upon contact.

His veins lit up a bright blue, as did his eyes, before a blast of light the same color fired off from him. Ozpin watched in horror, he could phantom pains all along himself just from watching what had just transpired. Sparda's expression hadn't changed once during the ordeal, until the final blast of light, which led to his mouth curving into a small sad smile. He knew what Nero was going through, well not exactly. He had never had his soul broken apart and put back together in the span of a few minutes, but he knew the agony at least.

When the light subsided, Nero was on his knees, gasping, and gripping his demonic arm, which he was opening and closing. It felt…. good. More attached if that made sense.

Sparda walked over and crouched in front of him. "How's that feel." Nero's response was a lightning fast buster to his face, sending him smashing back into the wall of the chamber, as the man had done to Nero.

Nero gave a smirk as he answered, "Helluva a lot better now that I can do that." The slight latency between his and the spectral arm's actions was gone, now in perfect sync, and the arm itself was a little different. The feather like crest on top of his hand that he had gotten from absorbing the giant nevermore's feather was more prominent and ornate, a deep blue instead of black. The glowing creases in between the plates that made up his arm and the underside of his hand were a little brighter and the color was a little darker. To Nero it felt like it was more a part of him, no longer something slightly separate.

Nero shook his hand out as he stood, facing up at where he saw Ozpin last. "You alright up there?"

Ozpin poked his head over the side of the stair's banister. "I feel I should be asking you that. You seemed like you were dying."

"Oh he wasn't dying, he was just having his soul and biological makeup made over through an incredibly invasive demonic force that was released by an incredibly powerful devil arm," Sparda had appeared out of nowhere next to the two, waving the small blade in question by the tip of the blade.

"Why the hell would you do that! I'm pretty sure that isn't proper behavior among relatives you old fucker!" Nero was past trying to maim the older man, it was a waste of effort and he really didn't want a repeat of the last few minutes, his brain would break frankly.

"I know that experience was more painful than anything anybody could possibly imagine, but I think you'll appreciate the fact that your arm is more attached to you, as it should allow your body to finally stop rejecting your demonic energy and allow you to use it properly, as opposed to barely tapping into it as you have been."

"You mean the fact that I'm even able to do the things that I can is a miracle?" Nero was rather surprised, while he may not have been able to unleash mass destruction like Dante (his last encounter with said man could be chalked up to him coming in with the intent to kill form the get-go) could, he was very powerful in his own right, when he wasn't running on fumes and raw anger.

"Yes, that's what I mean. That is no longer an issue, but you'll have to work for the control you'll need to use what you have at it's true potential, which will easily be done by training with me."

Nero gave Sparda an ugly look, composed of a scowl and a misshaped frown, before speaking in an even tone, "I hope you can understand that doesn't currently sound very appealing, on account of the lingering hostility I feel towards you. Why was this soul related thing an issue in the first place?"

"As opposed to my sons, you are not simply half demon. You have a little more of the hellish stuff in you, making you about three quarters or so. That's why your arm is alway like that, well partly. That run in you had with those demons that were after your Kyrie friend, although I know she wasn't just your friend, they caused your innate ability to hide behind a human guise to short out, meaning your demonic features are on full display at all times, at least the ones you can have with your 'devil trigger,' as you and Dante call it, inactive."

Nero frowned, taking in the information. For the first time in his life he was getting straight answers about what he was and they sort of made sense, but still raised other questions. "If I'm three quarters demon then why do I look so human? And wouldn't the fractions coming out like that mean my mother was a full demon? Also, how do you know about Kyrie, you said you had general ideas of what's happened to me, not specifics."

Sparda had conjured another table and chairs, complete with a tea set he was using to fix himself a cup of said drink, and was joined by Ozpin. Nero refused to be deterred by the man's antics, he was a few thousand years old so he allowed to be whimsical, it still pissed him off.

The demon hero took a loud sip of tea before finally responding to his grandson, "For your first question, don't underestimate the strength of human genetics and the luck of the draw. Your grandmother was a particularly resilient individual, so it makes sense that you don't look like an abomination of teeth and fangs. There's also the fact that I've spent so much time as a human and gained so much of a human aspect to my soul, to put it simply, that power you receive from my line is going to require some sort of activation before it expresses yourself." He took another sip of tea, and handed a cup to Nero, who had taken a seat at the new table, "Have a drink, it'll take the edge off all this.

Nero was rather surprised at how considerate Sparda was being now, it seemed like the act he had used before was just that, an act intended to force Nero into combat to be evaluated. The demon was now treating him like family, at least he thought so, and was speaking with poise and elegance befitting a true gentleman. He'd never had real family before, except Credo and Kyrie, thought that was a bit different. The young man took a drink of the tea, finding it pleasant despite never trying it before.

Sparda waited for Nero to collect himself a little bit before continuing, "Yes, your mother was a full demon from what I can tell, that's where that arm of yours comes from specifically, though I don't know anything other than that. The reason why goes along with the answer to your final question, I only had vague shapes and concepts in regard to the major events in the life of my family until I slit your throat, which once again, I express my deepest apologies once again, I do not relish in inflicting pain upon those who do not deserve it," another sip of tea and a top up of everyone's cup, followed by sugar cubes being dropped into his own. "Knocking you about in our….. spar of sorts was one thing as you were obviously trying to kill me, but putting you through that was a necessary evil and manipulation. As was the use of my dagger, but that was a far greater evil and I swear to you Nero, that I will more than make it up to you." Nero could tell there was no deception occurring, Sparda's tone and body language showed that he genuinely cared for him, which was both unfamiliar and pleasant to the young man.

Nero spoke in an uncharacteristically calm tone, none of his normal emotion and energy present, "I understand, well sort of. I actually do feel better now, like I said. I'd like to know how it relates to my question though."

Sparda nodded as Nero took another sip of tea, "I apologize Nero, when you get to my age, never get used to saying that, conversations become much more fluid in your mind, making staying on topic a tad difficult. That devil arm I used, which is called Thanatos if you're interested, allowed me to not only correct your imbalances and flaws, no offense, which were more than likely exacerbated when that disgusting creature Argus stabbed your devil bringer with Yamato, but also let me experience your memories in a few seconds. It's rather disorientating by the way, even when you process information like a supercomputer, to experience someone's life in the span of a second., but still, I'm completely up to date with your life and that long conversation is no longer necessary. I understand if you feel that's an invasion of privacy on a transcendental level, but I hope you can see that it was information you would have given me anyway, over a month if you were to go into the detail I wanted."

"I don't see it as that, it actually sound really damn convenient… so you know everything?"

All during the conversation Ozpin had watched on edge, waiting for another battle of demonic wills to occur. He was no stranger to epic battles that crushed the laws of nature and physics, but the way the two other individuals at the table moved and attacked in combat was far more visceral and held an otherworldly weight that would take getting used to. Despite his expectations, they were shattered as the two individuals began to speak and fall into conversation, their spontaneous relationship actually seemed like that of family members, particularly close ones even. The tea was also an absolutely splendid Earl Grey that he had to procure for his own personal possession.

Sparda took a small drink and sighed, his eyes closed, "I know everything." His eyes opened to show ferocity and intensity, not meant for Nero, but for someone else not present. "Rest assured that when I see my…. offspring next he will be receiving a rather intensive lecture on the importance of familial bonds and respecting the boundaries of whom those bonds are with. Make no mistake grandson, he will find his way here, seeing as you wounded his so called friends, rightfully so, if the actions you used were rather brutal. You injured that creation of Mundus that justifies him having a partial Oedipus complex and that, I apologize for using the following draconian and barbaric terms as I have a deep respect and passion for the opposite sex but I feel they are simply the most appropriate to use," Sparda held his teacup in one hand and adjusted his monocle with the other, "that slutty manipulative two-faced prostitute-esque floozy ammunitions bitch rocket whore."

Ozpin had begun choking on his tea at hearing Sparda use words in that manner in order, it was rather comedic and disturbing to hear someone with such regal mannerisms, when he wasn't taunting someone, in such a way. He was frankly completely out of the loop, but could tell that his liege was speaking about people who had wronged Nero and subsequently led to his arrival in remnant, one of which was Sparda's son, and presumably Nero's uncle.

Nero was completely floored, no one had ever spoken for him in such a way, even Credo had never reached such vindictive statements when defending him from the order's brass that were not fans of Nero. He could say he definitely had a grandfather now, a rather kick ass one, when he wasn't giving Nero a mouth of bloody Chiclets.

Nero sipped his tea quietly, not sure what to say prompting Sparda to comment when he regained a state of peace, "I'm sorry for acting like that. Family is very important to me, so I tend to overreact when one of my own is wronged. I nearly blew up one of my son's tutors when I found out he was treating them less than appropriately, another example of course was my reaction when Mundus had Eva murdered. That was the event that led me to returning to Remnant, I needed to mourn and get over my guilt for my monstrous actions. Dante should have told you all this when he became aware you possessed the blood of Sparda, as there would have been no other plausible answer as to why then you being the son of Virgil. Just another reason to reiterate proper behavior to him through extreme force, which was always the best way to teach him. He was downright sinister as a child."

"Dante was a problem child?"

"Both of them were, in different ways, but Dante was the more obvious deviant of the two, which is why I sealed their powers, though Virgil was able to circumvent that later. So many troubles arose in my absence, which is my mostly fault in all honesty. I was an absentee father once they turned fourteen, compound that with the loss of their mother and demon's blood, well it's no surprise they turned out the way they did. The three of us are at fault in some manner, but I won't go into that. I lost a son while I hid away, mostly lost another to his own vices and lack of personal priorities, though I am proud of both of them taking heroic actions when they needed to. I'm much more proud of you however, despite your terrible circumstances, of course, you were raised by nuns." Ozpin chuckled at that, Nero seemed to have a rather sour attitude and a foul mouth for such a childhood, but his serious demeanor and no nonsense approach to life lined up rather well.

Nero frowned, this was so much information fro him to take in, but he wanted more, and the empathy and… love? he was receiving was quite frankly addicting. He actually had some kind of reason to look forward to the future, for now. However, it didn't feel like it was enough to really make up for everything, he had one person in his life now, five if he counted his new teammates, but he would have to put effort into learning about them now. He couldn't take a passive role in this, that would just drag him further down into wherever he had been headed, he needed these people, there was no point denying that.

Nero did have one thought to voice though, "I think that instead of you beating him into dirt, you train me so I can do that to him while you lecture him about what's an okay thing to do and what's a fucked up thing to do that should never even cross his mind as a possible course of action."

Sparda smiled, not one of the family smirks but a real smile, "I think you inherited quite a bit of your grandmother's sense of justice and retribution."

Nero tilted his head and raised his brow, "I thought she was supposed to be a saint of some sort."

Sparda scoffed and shook his head, "Don't listen to a son's opinion about their mother. Especially Dante's, there's a reason he puts up with so much of that Trish woman. Eva was complicated, just like everyone else in our family, just like your mother was more than likely. Us Sparda men like them like that."

"Am I a Sparda?" The idea of having a family name and proper legacy he could actually learn about, to grow under, that sounded kick ass to him. He had told himself that he was going to avoid the baggage that came with the blood of Sparda at all costs, but that was out of spite to the red coated bastard. Now that he had met who it all started with, he was actually glad he was who he was. He desperately wanted to know more."

"To put it bluntly, Damn straight kid. Now I'm going to ask that you and Ozpin go for now, I need to clean this place up and get some things in order, especially if I'm going to be using it to train you and eventually your girlfriends."

Nero gave his grandfather a double take at that, "Come again?"

Sparda smiled once again like a Cheshire cat, Nero had to learn how to do that, "Oh, don't worry, but I would take a look at those tattoos. I'll give you more details about them later. It's around three in the morning now by the way, I recommend sleep." Before Ozpin or the confused young man they found themselves engulfed in a flash of red light, before appearing in front of Ozpin's elevator.

The two simply looked at each other before heading to their respective room and office, it had been an exhausting night, though a positive one.

Nero walked into his small room, stripped down to his jeans, and collapsed face first onto the bed, falling asleep nearly instantly. No nightmares, no lucid dreams, just rest and hope for the future in his life for the first time in a long while. Images did dance in his head, the same ones as his tattoos, with the addition of a silver snowflake and a red dagger. They quickly faded though, as everything went into a peaceful daze.