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Disclaimer: Devil May Cry belongs to people who are not me. I am making £0.00 out of this fic; it is written purely because I had some Dante angst.
Rating: PG-13
Part: One of One
Set: Post DMC5
Authoress note: A Saccharin happy ending.
For all my reviewers, who without I would have surely given up a long time ago.
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Nero was hunting.
It had been a while since he'd had such strange prey.
On the surface, this prey should have been easy. They were foolish, loud, and clumsy. But they had a strong defence that he was struggling with. These prey were manipulative, able to bend far stronger demons to their will. It was this unique skill that was giving Nero trouble.
He could hear them as he stepped into the bedroom. They were laughing. What kind of prey sniggered while it was being hunted? Prey that didn't take him or the threat he posed seriously. He snarled loudly; his demonic form was bloody good at threatening sounds. He smirked, enjoying the moment the laughter cut off. Yeah, now they were taking him seriously.
He stopped in the doorway, glancing around the bedroom and flexing his insubstantial arms. Flame danced over his armour-plated skin, ready for the ambush that was surely waiting for him. He could see nothing out of the ordinary, though, smell nothing. His entire sense array told him that the only thing in this room were the targets.
He stepped forward, slowly, carefully.
He made it to the bed and reached down, ready to grab an exposed ankle.
The moment his fingers made contact with the prey, he was hit from the side with the force of a semi-truck. The prey howled in delight as Nero was pinned, only able to watch the small fragile creature scramble out from under the bed and flee to another room.
"You didn't check above you." The voice was smooth and all together too pleased with itself. Nero snarled again and pushed at the demon pinning him. The force sent his opponent into a wall. Usually, walls would give when struck by a demon with such force, but these walls held firm.
Nero launched himself out and away, giving chasing to the screeching prey. His ankle was grabbed, tripping him. He hit the ground hard. The reinforced flooring didn't even shake. Nero glanced to see yet another demon under the bed and the moment was broken.
"Alright," he laughed. "You win. Now I want to see you get out from under there without wrecking the bed."
Dante, in full demon form, had somehow squeezed himself under the twin's bed. No wonder he'd caught Nero by surprise. He'd obviously broken the laws of physics to get under there without disrupting the bed.
Vergil, also fully transformed, stepped over the bed from where Nero had thrown him and lifted it so his brother could stand easily.
"That's cheating." Nero muttered, getting to his feet.
"No, that's using all resources at your disposal," Vergil flexed and his demon form fell away in a soft blue light. He put the bed down gently as Dante continued to grin at Nero. Despite his demonic form's permanent grin, Nero could tell he was grinning.
"Did we win?" the question came from the doorway. Nero glanced over his shoulder at the twins and nodded. They squealed with delight and ran into the room. Nero reached down with insubstantial looking arms and picked them up, one in each arm.
"What do you want as your prise?" Vergil asked.
"Cake!"
"Ice cream."
"Such simple demands," Vergil scoffed. "You could have had so much more."
"Hey, don't be dissing ice cream." Dante shoved his brother before finally letting his demon form go. The twins let out a sound of disappointment. Dante grinned and, in a flash of light, went back to his high demon form. Taking the kids from Nero, he walked to the window and leapt out, much to the children's delight.
"I'm really glad you had all the windows made big enough for him to do that." Nero let himself turn back into his more human appearance.
"I didn't want to be replacing glass every time Dante launched himself out a window." Vergil shrugged and together they started walking towards the central kitchen.
The central kitchen was the biggest kitchen and had unofficially become the heart of the home. The room was large and always smelled good, with a massive breakfast bar, a typical wet bar and a more comfortable seating area in a corner. It wasn't a surprise it had become the unofficial hub of the home.
"This place is amazing," Nero said as they walked.
"So, you keep saying," Vergil couldn't keep the pride out of his voice. "Though I confess I am pleased with it also, the sturdiness of it is not to be sniffed at."
"Yeah, you'd have gone through three walls in the old shop with how I threw you."
"I let you throw me. It was a game. In true combat, you would not have succeeded." Vergil sniffed.
"Yeah sure," Nero shrugged. One day he'd beat the competitive edge out of his father, but for today he was happy to let it slide. He was delighted to simply bask in the fact that he had a home, a massive home that had been custom-built to suit his every need. A family, blood and chosen. A job he loved that paid enough for them to live comfortably. And enough time to enjoy it all.
Nero was content.
Though in his opinion, as he opened the door to the kitchen to find his wife helping several children with homework and Nico burning something in the microwave, content was not a strong enough word.
"Do not keep putting you van parts on the counter." Vergil shoved something metal and covered in oil off the counter and onto the floor. "It's unhygienic."
"Coming from the guy who eats monsters." Nico huffed, but abandoned her microwave disaster and picked up the engine piece. She was getting braver with Vergil and slightly less fangirl around Dante, but wasn't quite up to the level of banter that Nero endured.
"Where are the twins?" Kyrie asked as Nero went to find out what abomination lurked in the microwave.
"They won the game, so Dante took them out flying."
"They wanted cake, cake for a boon." Vergil scoffed like this was an understated travesty that had befallen them.
"I thought you liked cake?" Kyrie smiled. Vergil shrugged.
"It's not the cake I object to. It's the smallness of the. Boon, you must teach them," he turned to Nero, "teach them the value of a boon."
"Hey they wanted cake, they get cake." Nero said. "I'm not arguing with them. You can if you want." Vergil said nothing. Nero glanced out the wall sized window in the kitchen, looking out into the house's grounds, surrounded by forest. Dante was turning loops in the air with the twins, staying below the tree line.
"They might not want cake when he's done with them," Kyrie came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. Nero smiled and allowed his insubstantial looking arms to manifest and hug his wife back. She giggled; her eyes were warm.
How the fuck did Nero get this lucky?
He glanced back into the kitchen, watching Vergil and Nico bicker over the answer to a primary school maths problem while his uncle turned somersaults in the air with the youngest children. His wife held him tighter, and Nero was happy.
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