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Warning: Spoilers, violence, foul language, biology / demonic instinct (A / B / O or omegaverse), twincest, spadacest, homosexuality, heterosexuality, bisexuality, dysfunctional family, sex and mpreg.

Synopsis: Passed from generation to generation, the power of the Sparda lineage seems to be doomed to extinction, at least that's what Dante imagined. With the recognition of his kinship with Nero and everything Vergil revealed during their stay in Hell, Dante had realized how wrong his judgments were and conclude that, even though he mistakenly thought he had seen everything in this life, it was still possible to be surprised by new revelations. At the same time, Nero and Kyrie learn that the Sparda lineage will perpetuate itself for a few more decades, since the blood is much more powerful than Nero could have first imagined.

Dante x Vergil / Nero x Kyrie. Post Devil May Cry 5.

Notes: Hello!

I'm a Brazilian ficwriter and I'm trying new horizons right now. I hope my English is ok and you can read my work without much trouble. If you find any mistakes, feel free to call me out! I'll be writing this one only in English for now.

I really really REALLY love reviews and good criticism. Don't feel ashamed to tell me what you think of this fic and what you would like to read!

Obviously, it contains spoilers for the Devil May Cry franchise. Chronologically, the fanfic starts after the events of Devil May Cry 5. There is mention of the plot of the games of Devil May Cry 1, 3, 4 and 5 (and their respective expanded versions), anime, DMC5 novel, DMC3 prequel manga and Visions of V. The games and novels from Devil May Cry 2 and DmC (reboot) were disregarded in this universe. Despite having spoilers, I think the reading is understandable for anyone who has only played DMC5.

Enjoy!

LINEAGE

by PCSP

16th June - 19:35

Fortuna Island

Nero didn't know when he ended up sleeping during the travel back to Fortuna (and, to be honest, he didn't understand how he managed to fall asleep while enduring Nico's crazy driving skills), but he was startled when he woke up by a suddenly bump followed by a dry braking noise. He yawned, stretched his arms up and waited for his eyes to get used to the orange light of the sunset.

"Home sweet home, bro." Nico casually spoke, taking a deep breath on her cigarette as she carelessly snapped her neck.

She looked tired: her wavy brown hair was messed up from the trip, the fingers of her right hand were stained by the large number of cigarettes she had smoked in the past few hours, her clothes were rumpled and her glasses looked dirtier than the van's windshield. Certainly, she also deserved to have a good and desired rest after all the madness they lived yesterday.

Nero sighed, smiling softly as he looked at the orphanage. He could hear the children's noise: their laughter and shouting indicated that they most likely were playing in the living room and, judging by the time, Kyrie would be cooking dinner.

Home sweet home. - He thought, dreaming of the future familiarity he would receive as soon as he entered that house. Killing demons was something he loved to do, but he loved Kyrie and the children so much more.

"Okay." Nero grunted, opening the van door and feeling his body vibrate in thanks for having finally moved after sitting for so long.

Red Grave City was too far away from Fortuna, and he was glad that the work finally would slow down a little: with the underworld's portal closed in that city, the appearance of demons would become increasingly rare, so Morrison wouldn't call with a new gig in the near future. That meant they would have to deal with less money income, but it also meant that he would have more time to spend with Kyrie and the children. At the moment, he couldn't wish for anything more.

"Aren't you going to offer me a glass of water?" Nico questioned, leaning out the window to watch him as Nero walked around the vehicle "Or Vodka. Vodka would be good!"

"The most alcoholic thing we have here is gasoline in the garage, if you want." Nero replied with a defiant look, amused by his friend's disgusted expression.

Nico knew that Kyrie wouldn't let alcoholic drinks into the orphanage (after all, 'it is not appropriate for an environment with children!', she would say). Nero knew that Nico remembered all of Kyrie's scolding's very well and had only brought up the subject to provoke him.

"Kyrie is still very restricted with this drinking thing, right?" Nico laughed, tossing the butt of her cigarette on the floor, almost above Nero's feet.

He looked disdainfully at the damned cancerous piece and stepped in it with force, putting out the flame. Kyrie might hate the alcohol, but he certainly understood his lover when he sees the kids around Nico while she's smoking that crap.

"The final word is always mine." he replied, trying (uselessly) to keep his voice calm. All Nico wanted to do was to tease him, but he wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

Or at least that's what he thought.

"Of course it is! You always end any discussion with 'Yes, ma'am'."

Oh, how wrong he was.

"Shut up, Nico!"

He rolled his eyes as Nico, satisfied, laughed at his face.

Nero turned his back on her while he heard the van's door open. Even though he wanted some time alone with Kyrie, it was clear that Nico would come in for dinner. He didn't make an invitation because he just didn't have to: she was practically family and these formalities were totally unnecessary. After all, Nicoletta Goldstein was yet another orphan for Fortuna's orphan list.

On second thought, would he now be off the Fortuna orphan list? Because Vergil...

Tsk. Vergil is an idiot.

"Hey, tough guy, wait a minute." she scolded him, holding his shoulder and making him turn around to face her "Wouldn't it be better if you cover up that new arm of yours? Do you want a devil bringer to cover it up? The kids are going to ask a lot of questions and I think you'll want to show Kyrie first. "

Nero looked at his newly regenerated arm, opening the fingers as if he was still getting used to its existence. Although some time had passed, it all seemed so surreal that sometimes he forgot that a new right arm had appeared where he used to have his devil bringer , one of the great side effects of activating his devil trigger completely. Certainly, the regeneration of the arm wasn't the most shocking thing of his adventure; perhaps that was the reason he didn't remember it so much. Or maybe the naturalness of having his arm back made him forget, because it was comfortable and easy to get used to something good in your life, just for a change.

"Well... maybe it's a good idea." he accepted, shrugging.

Nico smirked, crossing her arms.

"I adapted the sweet surrender for you to use with your new arm. Kyrie will love it!"

Nero blushed from head to toe and took a deep breath to answer her, but chose to continue his journey into the house while giving his middle finger to her behind his back, trying to ignore his friend's laugh while regaining his dignity.

Nico was so... obscene! How could a Fortuna resident create a vibrating mechanical arm (making it extremely clear what this devil breaker was for) and make that kind of suggestion? And then it was he who was considered the city rebel! What a hypocrisy! Sweet surrender should be censored!

His blush had subsided considerably when he climbed onto the front porch of the house and was suddenly welcomed by one of the children: Kyle flung open the front door, running towards him and throwing his whole body against his legs in a warm embrace.

"NERO!" the little boy screamed, squeezing him with all the strength his infant arms had. Nero smiled when he heard the buzz that started inside the house, knowing that in a matter of seconds he would be surrounded by kids. He bent down and took the little one in his arms, making him sit on his right arm while carrying him.

"I'm back!" he announced, amused to see the boy smile, showing a small window between his teeth. Some weeks make a difference in the children's look, because time is a ruthless and irreversible weapon. Nero felt slightly sad for not having witnessed the moment the little boy lost his baby tooth.

"Nero!"

Julio and Carlo stamped out of the front door, shouting and running around him, hugging him and pulling him into the house. Nico watched the whole scene from a distance with a real smile on her lips.

It was surreal to her how a man like Nero, so skilled at kicking demon's ass, could have such a strong fatherly aura when surrounded by those three grumpy orphans.

Perhaps it is a gift. - She casually thought. - A gift that he certainly didn't inherit from that asshole dad V...

(***)

16th June - 19:50

Fortuna Island

When the kids finally gave Nero a break and started to entertain themselves with Nico and the useless crap she created ('What I do is art, Nero! 'Useless crap' is that thing you have between your legs!'), he was able to go up to the second floor and look for Kyrie, who strangely didn't go outside to welcome him.

It was very curious that she had not noticed it, because of course the children's shouting would have alerted her to his arrival.

"Kyrie?" he called, feeling a sudden chill in his spine, because he was terrified at the prospect of losing Kyrie again. Of course, the chance of this happening again was remote, but when he lost her five years ago he was desesperate, and all that resulted in a big trauma. He was also attacked by Vergil in this very house, not long time ago, so it was natural that he still felt insecure. Losing Kyrie again was something that panicked him, so he ran towards their bedroom, yanking the door wide open "KYRIE!"

"Nero!"

Kyrie was fine, alive, intact, and as beautiful as always: her straight hair was a little darker than her conventional auburn color, because it was wet; she wore a long towel wrapped around her body, and still had a few drops of water on her skin. Nero sighed in relief as she ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms in a tight, longing hug.

"I was showering, I didn't hear you coming!" She justified herself, squeezing him gently and resting her face on his chest. Nero relaxed as he rested his chin on the top of the girl's head, confirming that yes, her hair was still damp.

"I missed you." He said, kissing the top of his girlfriend's head, surrounded by the scent of her usual shampoo.

Despite enjoying the freshness of his girlfriend's bath, Nero felt a little uncomfortable. Usually he wouldn't give a damn about his looks or hygiene when he was fighting demons, but for Kyrie he liked to be at least presentable. He did what he could in the van, showering in that freaking tiny shower (he came to the conclusion that sooner or later he would have to make adjustments to the hydraulic system – it was really crappy), but he had no new clothes to wear and had to put his bloody and sweaty ones to not arrive in Fortuna totally naked (not that Kyrie would complain, of course).

His sweet girlfriend, however, didn't even seem to care about his deplorable state, pulling away from him just a little to look him up and down, holding her hands over his face and stroking his cheeks with her thumbs, as if he was the most precious thing in the world.

For her, he might be. Nero blushed, because Kyrie always made him blush like a teenager, even though they had been together for so many years.

"Me too. I was so scared... But you came back in one piece." She joked, still smiling and getting a peck on the palm of her hand as he looked at her with a passionate stare.

"Well, I have some new pieces to show you. What do you think?" He raised his new arm for Kyrie to take a better look.

She opened her eyes wide, pulling away in surprise.

"What? H-how-...?" Kyrie's questioning sounded low, like a whisper; she seemed really surprised.

"Many things have happened, Kyrie, many things." He pulled her close with his new arm in a less brotherly and more sexual embrace. After all, he was still a young man in his twenties who spent more than a month away from his girlfriend "I think we will have plenty of free time for me to tell you the news later. " Kyrie opened her mouth to protest, but Nero shut her up by pulling her flush against his lower abdomen, making her gasp slightly "And before you complain, Nico is taking care of the children".

She laughed, embarrassed, blushing slightly as she rose on her tiptoe to kiss him on the lips, giving in to the longings they both had when they finally met after Nero's long work trips.

After that, Nero's dirty clothes, along with Kyrie's wet towel, were nothing more than a small inconvenience discarded on the floor.

(***)

16th June - 21:55

Fortuna Island

"So... Dante is your uncle. Is that it?"

Nero made a noise of displeasure in the back of his throat; Kyrie just stroked his hair tenderly, while he traced her naked figure with his fingers, noticing that the sweat on her skin had already dried.

Sex was good, but sex after a long time apart was even better. Thankfully, Nico was a real friend and put the kids to sleep, because Nero and Kyrie certainly lost more time than they intended to with their 'bedroom activities'. When they finally got their hormones under control, Nero told Kyrie everything that had happened in Red Grave City for the past month, enjoying the comfort of being together, naked and carefree, relaxed and uninhibited - a feeling that they rarely had, either because of the kids who were always around or because the hordes of demons that plagued his peace every now and then were taking his time.

"It's a way of looking at the situation, but I didn't even think about that detail, to be honest." Nero revealed, still a little irritated by that whole plotwist.

Not that Nero didn't know that Dante was his relative: Sanctus said that he was a descendant of Sparda and, since Dante was the son of the legendary dark knight, the kinship between the two certainly existed. Five years ago, when all the confusion in Fortuna ended and Nero finally saved Kyrie, Dante even left him the Yamato, not long after he had said that the katana had to "stay in the family". Nero isn't stupid, the relationship was evident even then.

However, Nero never imagined that this kinship was so close. After all, Sparda was a powerful demon who sealed the gap between the human world and the underworld 2000 years ago, living in several Europe's countries ever since. Although Sparda finally married Eva and formed a family a few decades ago, he lived for centuries among humans until he did so. Perhaps he had other children scattered around the globe, who had offspring and... Well, Nero thought he was one of those bastards, and not a member of the direct line of the infamous Sparda twins.

The notion that Vergil was his father (and, consequently, Dante was his uncle) was difficult to assimilate. Even though he had accepted what that meant at the top of the Qliphoth, acting exclusively under the influence of his instincts and intuitions to save the two idiot twins, the more he thought rationally about it, the more surreal it all seemed.

Vergil could not be his father. He would accept if the womanizer Dante was his father, but... Vergil?!

Kyrie moved lightly, snuggling Nero and resting her face on his chest, feeling grateful to be able to hear his heart pounding. The demonic blood he possessed never mattered to her, and his lineage was nothing more than mere curiosity. However, she knew that this was a delicate point for Nero, and would give him all the support that was necessary to make him feel better.

"You're thinking about Vergil, aren't you?" she softly questioned.

Although he responded with a mere hiss, showing his impatience, Nero's heartbeat accelerated, revealing his true feelings to Kyrie. She understood Nero like the back of her hand, and he could hide his feelings as much as he wanted, but to her it was evident: The amputation of his arm could be a wound now healed, but the marks on his heart were still there. Vergil abandoned and almost killed him, but Nero, being the kindest man she knew, yearned to love him as a lost father he never had the pleasure of meeting.

However, he would never admit that ...

"It is natural to feel that way." she concluded, moving to look him in the eyes; it was a serious matter, after all "You said on the phone that you now have a family and..."

"I was wrong." Nero seriously replied, caressing her face as if to beg her not to mention it "I always had a family: you and Credo. And now that Credo is gone, you are my only family, Kyrie. We accept Nico and the children as family too, but never tell her that otherwise she won't leave me alone. And, ok, Dante as 'uncle', a very stupid and annoying uncle, is a strange concept, but I can deal with that. But... Vergil...".

He practically spit out Vergil's name as if it was venom, and Kyrie felt a pang in her chest immediately. Nero was a person with a huge heart, and this display of disappointment and hatred didn't suit him at all. It's a shell, an armor that he wears and that he wouldn't even admit to himself that he does.

"Nero..." Kyrie murmured, feeling tears forming in her eyes as she witnessed the suffering of her beloved. Kyrie was a very empathetic person; as much as Nero did want to cry all his frustrations, she could very well do that for him.

"Dante's revelation changes nothing." He added, maintaining a cold stare but looking away (because he would never be able to face her with a cold stare) "Vergil's just a... genetic donor, maybe? Nico said something like that. Biological importance, nothing more. He isn't a father. He never was, and will never be. A father doesn't do what he did. I... I don't need a father! 'Father' is an overrated figure that doesn't mean a fucking thing! It means nothing!" His tone became increasingly harsh and full of hurt, contradicting every word spoken.

Kyrie hated to see him like this. She hated the situation even more, fearing what his reaction would be when he understood what she would reveal. But she couldn't let Nero repeat that "father means nothing" again.

Nero would not forgive himself if he did.

"Nero." Kyrie spoke in a serious, yet sweet, tone, making him shut up.

She stared at him for a few long seconds. Finally, she moved away, sitting on the bed. Nero, realizing the seriousness of her posture, straightened up a little better, resting his back on the headboard.

Kyrie, apprehensive, bit her lower lip.

"I don't think it's a good time, it's definitely not a good time..." she murmured to no one in particular, staring at the door as if she wanted to run away from the subject that she should logically bring up.

He went on alert, suddenly concerned about her strange behavior. They usually don't have secrets between them, and Kyrie was never reluctant to share anything to him. If she was afraid, it must be about something very important.

"Kyrie, hey..." he whispered, touching her chin gently and making her stare back at him "It's always a good time to hear you."

She let a soft smile frame her lips, her hazel eyes shining in awe. Nero was a twenty-one-year-old man, quite brutish, hot headed and harsh, but he always treated her with tenderness and respect. She knew that all of Nero's behavior towards others was just a facade, a way to protect himself from all the bitterness and loneliness he felt because of the difficult life he had, and of course Vergil's appearance and revelation about their blood relation (he was his father, and he was also the same person who condemned him to an orphan life and who almost destroyed the whole of humanity twice, by the way) would make him feel lost, and that'd make him say things that he didn't truly believe.

It's his shell, his way of dealing with pain. She understood and accepted him the way he was. After all, Kyrie was the only one who had the pleasure to know the real Nero, and she loved the tender moments he provides her and the kids.

"I love you." he said, when she remained too quiet, looking at him with eyes filled with affection and understanding "Nothing you tell me is going to change that. What happened?"

Kyrie sighed, bringing her hands once more to Nero's new arm, stroking his fingers gently as she looked him in the eye, building up the courage to speak.

"I... I also have news." she declared, in a weak voice, almost a whisper.

Nero said nothing, waiting for her to continue.

Her hands shook when she interrupted the soft touch of Nero's fingers on her face and lowered his arm, causing Nero's palm to rest gently on her navel.

"K-kyrie?" He stammered, his eyes widening.

"You may not want a father, but..." she bit her lip nervously, trying to control her breathing as she saw the expression of disbelief in Nero's face. She reached out with her other arm to open the bedside table's drawer and took the pregnancy test that she had hidden when Nero came into the room two hours ago "But soon we'll have someone with us who might need one."

(***)

Undefined date - Undefined time

Hell

Initially, it was just an odd impression.

Dante felt a slight urge to touch Vergil in non-lethal ways: a simple touch, a firm squeeze on his shoulder, a light and playful push (sometimes offensive, because Vergil is still an huge grumpy ass!). His body felt warm and fulfilled when he touched his twin, and the greatest proof of this was the fact that the fights and "scores" lasted for several days.

Despite their exhaustion, it was worth it.

Vergil was getting more and more... light? Dante couldn't say whether that was the best definition for his brother's new mood, but Dante saw some real smiles on Vergil's lips when he won a fight (oh, come on, Dante let him win!); he swore Vergil let his guard down when only the two of them were in that specific region of the underworld; he even managed to hear a light laugh (brief and dry, more like an auditory hallucination) after some extremely bad joke Dante told him.

Vergil's hair had dark patches of dried blood everywhere, his clothes were tattered and complete destroyed by Dante's sword cuts and Ebony and Ivory's projectiles. Dante wasn't in a much better state, but even though their skin were grimy with sweat and dirty from hell's dust, his brother looked more and more like his eight-year-old brother, instead of the broken traumatized man Vergil turned out to be: Dante was sure Vergil demonstrated some kind of feelings, and that was so surreal, yet so encouraging!

It was comforting! It was the best feeling he had had since Yamato reacted to Nero's presence and he knew he was no longer the only Sparda alive on the planet. His brother, blood of his blood, is alive! Best of all, it looked like he isn't going to try to raise another Temen-Ni-Gru or Qliphoth anytime soon. It's a win-win situation for sure!

He knew they'd have to get back to the surface eventually: Nero must have a lot of questions and he was too young to take the Devil May Cry business on his own. Trish would probably say that Nero was much more responsible than Dante and could take care of Devil May Cry very well, perhaps even paying off all the company's tax debts. But Dante was too overprotective to just leave Nero behind, not that he would ever admit it.

When the time comes, he would obviously drag Vergil to the surface with him somehow. But what if his brother behaved like the past power-hungry Vergil again? In the underworld, Vergil was acting so natural, so uninhibited, that Dante was afraid to ruin this wonderful scenario. This made him continue their journey in hell, because he didn't want to think about returning anytime soon. He's so afraid of loosing his brother again...

As a result, the short stay in hell became weeks. The battles continued throughout all days, with short pauses for silent rests (save for Dante's useless jokes in an attempt to break the cold atmosphere). He even tried to ask Vergil some mild and generic things - to no avail, because Vergil simply ignored him. His brother only reacted when he talked about fighting techniques, usually correcting the way he wielded his sword, trying to show off as a superior in combat (not that he was, as the two were totally tied, even though neither of the twins admitted it).

However, at the beginning of the fourth or fifth week, Dante felt an even greater need to be closer to Vergil physically and, coincidentally, more and more hordes of demons began to attack them, interrupting their battles and counting scores. The strange thing about these interruptions was that, although the demons attacked Dante with deadly intentions, they only tried to corner Vergil and defeat him through submission. The demons had no clear attempt to hurt Vergil, and that was strange as fuck.

Dante, despite noticing the behavioral change of those plagues, concluded that the news had spread. Obviously, the demons now knew that Vergil was the new king of hell and some demonic hierarchical dynamics that Dante was unaware of was happening. In all his life, Dante was tired of hearing demons screaming all the time that they would become the new king of the underworld, so they just wanted to dethrone Vergil, right?

Big mistake...

On the following week, Dante finally understood what the fuck was happening.

The urge to grab Vergil's body against his and growl at any demon that approached them was not something he experienced previously, but he knew what he was feeling. Vaguely, but he knew. Trish had explained this type of scenario to him, even though it hadn't manifested itself until now:

Five years ago

Fortuna Island

At the top of Fortuna's castle highest tower, two figures stand side by side.

"So... I guess this means that the legendary Dante Sparda isn't as infertile as we imagined." Trish casually proclaimed, wearing her Gloria disguise as she appreciated with analytical eyes the teenager's eagerness to destroy. The huntress was accompanied by Dante, who also witness Nero's run with shining eyes.

"What do you mean by 'infertile'?" he asked, pretending to feel offense and indignation "Just because I am careful with the ladies that doesn't mean that I'm infertile."

"Isn't Nero your cub?"

Dante's eyes widened, looking frightened at Trish before he changed his posture and let a scandalous laugh escape his lips.

"Cub?" he chuckled, still enjoying the choice of words from Trish, who seemed to find nothing strange in what she said "Is that what you demons call children?"

"Put yourself inside the 'you', Dante. 'We' call them cubs, yes." Trish never liked the way Dante disowned the nature he also possessed. It really made her angry.

"I'm too unique for definitions!" he said, opening his arms as if showing his body to an audience of spectators, clearly enjoying himself "I'm sure you wouldn't be crazy to define someone special like me as a mere demon, right babe?"

Trish frowned, surprised (but satisfied) with the drastic change in Dante's personality. It was clear that since her friend had met the Order of the Sword' knight, Dante had abandoned the melancholy personality he had exhibited since killing Nelo Angelo. Of course, Dante had always tried to hide from others how much he suffered from his brother's death, even though Nelo Angelo was nothing but a puppet corrupted by Mundus when this fight had happened. Even so, she and Lady saw Dante at the rock bottom, drunk and depressive, so many times... She simply gave up with false hope that one day he would overcome his lost.

Maybe that day had finally arrived.

The joy that she sees in his eyes seems genuine: the Order of the Sword knight, or hybrid of Fortuna, or descendant of Sparda, call him whatever you want, certainly changed something in Dante. Therefore, it wasn't crazy to imagine that he might be Dante's lost cub; his inner demon would recognize Nero as family when he found him and would be satisfied.

He denied that, though.

"Nero isn't my 'cub'." Dante concluded, making a characteristic gesture of quotation marks with his fingers, still laughing wryly "But I suspect he's Vergil's kid. I want to confirm this somehow before I kill that damned Sanctus."

"Oh. Well, that was my second guess." Trish casually spoke, leaning under the tower wall to watch Nero's movement in battle; it was disappointing that the boy wasn't Dante's, she was dying to be an aunt... "So Nelo Angelo wasn't infertile."

"Wow, babe, it isn't cool for you to talk about my brother's virility in front of me, ya know?" despite the teasing tone, she could hear small traces of jealousy in his tone.

Trish chuckled, rolling her eyes. The last thing she had thought of was Nelo Angelo's virility. Let's say that the coexistence of the two on Mundus's reign was never very pleasant.

"I'm just curious." she shrugged "I always thought it was strange that you didn't have instincts."

"Okay, now I really think you're serious." Dante concluded, looking thoughtfully at the destruction that Nero caused at the castle's entrance "Do you really think I am infertile? Why?"

"You don't feel the effects of omegas close to you and you don't battle for territory. You let me in and out of Devil May Cry freely and I can recognize an alpha rival just by looking at you, but you don't seem to recognize me as an alpha." Trish explained, totally unaware of Dante's mental confusion "The only natural conclusion is that you're infertile."

Dante turned his back to the rebellious figure of Nero and faced his friend.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

And it was really a hellish devil thing:

Alpha and omegas. This was the first time Dante had heard about such things, and hearing Trish's explanation made he feel disgusted. Not that sexuality itself displeased him (he was definitely open to all the sexual possibilities in the world, and had many experiences to confirm his interest in both genders), but talking about demonic sexuality was something... Urgh! No, thank you!

Dante didn't appreciate his demonic side very well, and to think that his demonic side also had a sexual dynamic was something even more difficult for him to do. Still, he heard all of Trish's explanation about demon's reproduction and learned about the power dynamics that existed in mating acts. It made sense, demons were driven by irrationality and a power's thirst, because instinct was the strongest force that motivated them.

It made sense, but it was still bizarre as fuck.

"...-and you are an alpha, Dante." she concluded "You're able to dominate a territory and make omegas submit, you can also be challenged by other alphas because of territory and because of the presence of omegas to court. If you don't feel that kind of dynamic, there is no other explanation: you must be infertile. And there's no point in pretending to feel it, because if you did, I wouldn't even need to explain all of this to you. "

"Don't be mean, Trish." he grumbled and smirked "Daddy left our 'nest' before our puberty, ya know! Me and Vergil didn't have this conversation about the demons' mating shenanigans!"

He laughed at the animalistic language he used to define demons' dynamics, hardly knowing that terms like that were really normal among them. Trish didn't seem to understand the joke, so Dante let his smirk subside, feeling strangely uncomfortable.

"Well, maybe my human blood doesn't let me feel this alpha shit." He concluded, seriously once in his life just for a change.

"Hm... Possible. Perhaps hybrids have a different dynamic." Trish shrugged, evidently not too concerned about Dante's lack of instincts "But since Vergil was thirsty for power, from what you told me, maybe he feels something you don't."

Vergil is probably Nero's father... - Dante thought, feeling slightly humiliated at the prospect of him being the infertile one between them. Not that he wanted children, no, no! But he didn't want to be behind Vergil, never! And if Vergil were alive and knew something like that, Dante's pride would be mutilated.

Well, it didn't matter anymore. His brother was dead, and the only trace of his existence in the world ran freely through Fortuna, destroying the entire castle with an almost palpable teenage irritation. The uncontrolled demonic energy in Nero was so invigorating! Dante was excited to deal with the boy.

Dante smiled, looking slightly affectionately at Nero. The two didn't met each other on the best terms, but he and Vergil always fought too... Maybe the two could become closer overtime.

And nothing else mattered.

(***)

On the day that Trish explained the dynamics about demonic sexuality, Dante was 90% sure that Nero was Vergil's son (or cub... Hah!). Deep down, he knew he didn't need to confirm anything: Nero is his relative, and he could feel it; even so, the way Yamato reacted to Nero made him 100% sure. Although his supposed infertility caused him some discomfort, he didn't think about it anymore and focused his efforts exclusively on trying to keep Nero close, cultivating the only trace of family he still had. A nephew was better than no family at all, right?

However, he apparently drew the wrong conclusion: Vergil isn't Nero's father. Vergil is Nero's... mother? Could he call the demon progenitor a 'mother'? Damn, that was funny and strange as hell.

Sometimes, being a half-breed was really confusing.

Dante stabbed the abdomen of a demon who had just pushed Vergil to the ground, killing it instantly. The other demons tried to attack him from behind, snarling and showing dominance, trying to get Vergil away from him. He would not let it happen. He couldn't leave. Vergil was his!

My! My omega!

Dante triggered, destroying his rivals in an extremely instinctive way. He barely used any kind of technique in his sword fighting; when one of the demons managed to disarm him, Dante continued the fight with his own fists, craws, and teeth, tearing off the arms and wings of the lesser demons, biting their necks and enjoying the bloodbath that was happening. He was out of his mind, wanting to decimate any and all living beings that came close to Vergil. Within minutes, all plagues were obliterated and a sour smell of death was left in the air.

Emitting a low and satisfied growl at the bloody demon parts scattered around him, Dante turned to face Vergil, finding him in the same position as before: lying on his back, resting on his elbows and returning his gaze with genuine surprise. Vergil swallowed, seeming scared, and Dante realized it was the first time he had seen such an expression on his brother's face.

What it meant, however, was hard to deduce.

Neither blinked for a long time, until Dante managed to come to his senses and deactivated the sin devil trigger, feeling extremely embarrassed by the power carnival he had just done in front of Vergil. Dante, who never liked to take on his demonic side, especially in front of his brother who used to embrace this part of his nature so easily, had done this... That was really something to be ashamed of.

"Damn ..." he spoke without any eloquence, his voice sounding hoarse and slightly lower than normal as he looked at the destruction surrounding him. He cleared his throat, but even that didn't seem to soften his tone. "Vergil, I -..."

"I think we'd better find shelter for the next week." Vergil interrupted him, sounding harsh and dry, quickly changing his expression to an irritated one.

He got up with speed and grace, walking north without blinking, probably towards the cave they had used for rest the night before.

"Vergil, I don't ..." He tried to explain himself, even though there was no explanation.

But, yet again, he was interrupted.

"Do not bother yourself." Vergil replied, without turning around, speeding up the steps and looking furious; what he was furious about Dante definitely didn't know, because it wasn't as if Vergil cared about the lives of the demons he had just killed "There's no need for explanations. I always know much more than you. Your ignorance is a mere inconvenience, fool. "

Confused, irritated and feeling more and more anxious about the distance Vergil was making between them at each step, Dante ran, following his twin without having a clue of what would happen next.

...To be continued...