Inspecting his reflection in the mirror made him realise just how beaten and bruised he was. Deep purple bruises were all over his cheek and over his shoulders. They would heal soon, but he understood why Kyrie would worry. He hated that he made her worry. But, in his line of work it would be the constant. He knew that and she tolerated it. The Devil Hunter dried his hair and draped his towel around his waist. Slowly, he checked out the door to make sure Kyrie was out of sight. With a quick jog down the hall, he came upon his bedroom door. Inside was a very clean room. 'She cleaned it while I was gone,' he mused. 'And she left me some clean clothes. Must have known my clothes would be busted up.' Nero appreciated that she always considered him. Even when he wasn't there. His bed was made, chair and desk all neatly sitting in the corner. Under the window sat a large chest with clean clothes folded on top. She had even put all of his weapon parts that he left behind into a container. They sat neatly in front of the closet doors. His old rings from his Order of the sword days were in a small box on the bedside table, and his jacket from back then was pressed and hanging from the top of the door. Nero laid his eyes on a plain black shirt and some grey pants folded inside the chest. They would do for now. They may not impress Kyrie, but they were comfortable.

'Breakfast is ready.' His girlfriend called out. Pulling the shirt over his head he began to make his way over to the kitchen. Kyrie had a single plate of pancakes and a glass of juice sitting in wait for the hungry hunter. She sat opposite his setting with her hands supporting her chin, a little grin sitting upon her delicate face. Her hair was up in its usual ponytail and her white blouse was protected by a simple sky-blue apron. He finally sat at the table and started to eat like his life depended on this meal. The eagerness made Kyrie laugh and worry all at the same time. 'How long has it been since you ate?' Nero thought for a second but resumed eating with a shrug of indifference. She knew this meant he had no idea. 'Also, how did it go out on the road? Tell me, what happened with your arm too.'

'Guess I should catch you up, huh?' He gulped down another mouthful and thought carefully on where to begin while he chewed. His girlfriend leaned in a little and gazed at him expectantly. 'So, the whole of Red Grave City was consumed by this big tree called a Qliphoth. It was a total wasteland. But V and I found our way to the top. We knew that we had to check if Dante was okay, and we also had to take out Urizen. He was the reason for the Qliphoth growing in the first place. He, uh, was the one who took my arm.'

'You found the culprit?'

'Yeah, I guess I did. But, this is where I need you not to freak out on me, okay?' The curious woman nodded slowly as she understood. 'The guy who took my arm was a man named Vergil. He and V were one and the same, but for some reason were separated. V reunited with Urizen and Vergil returned. Turns out, that's Dante's brother.'

'Mr. Dante has a brother?'

'Yeah, you see-,' He rubbed his neck uncomfortably. 'This is where it gets weird. Vergil is my father.' She leaned over the table until she was almost in his face.

'So, you finally found your father! I'm so pleased that you were able to see him.' Nero smirked while filling his fork with more food.

'That's just it, though. He is the one who took my arm. And all of the people in Red Grave City were consumed by the Qliphoth he created. I want to talk to him. I want to know him. But I also have no way to accept all the loss that he has caused. Not to mention the fact he tossed my mother aside. He didn't even know I existed. I feel lost all over again.' The food on his fork hovered at his mouth but remained un-eaten. Nero felt an enormous weight over him when he finally got the words out. 'I don't know how to go about being a part of that family. Dante is great, and we have come a long way. I just don't know if I'll ever be able to see Vergil as anything more than the man who killed hundreds for power. He and Dante would've also killed each other if I hadn't stepped in.'

'You care, Nero. Even knowing what he's done. Otherwise, you would have walked away. Family means a lot more to you than you think.' This gave the quarter demon time to think about his actions. He had told Kyrie that he had a family a day ago. Since then, he had met Vergil, said goodbye to Dante and Vergil and driven home after seeing that the Qliphoth had fallen. No real time to think about how he felt as a whole. It was a relief to know that Dante was his uncle. Something about him always felt very familiar. But Vergil, he was a total anomaly. A stern, stubborn man in search of more power sounded like a total asshole. And that was before you factored in all the people he killed and the arm he stole form him. Why did it matter so much that Vergil live, and Nero let him go. It just didn't make sense the longer he thought on it.

'Do you think I should forgive, Vergil?'

'I think you need to talk to him and learn about more than just his misdeeds. You need to find out his reasoning for what he did. Maybe, as wrong as it was, he found it to be righteous in his own mind. If you can understand where he is coming from, then perhaps you will be able to find common ground to move onwards with.' It made sense in his head, but it wasn't enough to convince Nero yet. He did, however, appreciate the help that Kyrie offered.

'I'll keep that in mind. For now, he's gone, and I don't know when he'll be back. Dante too.' He shovelled the last of the food into his mouth, clattering the fork onto the plate and wiping the back of his hand across his face. Kyrie sighed and pulled the plate across the table into her hands. Shaking her head at his lack of table manners, she piled the plate on top of the many others from the morning.

'Take your time. It is a lot to process. But lastly, I want to know what happened to grow back your arm?'

'Ah-' The hunter began. 'I, um, had a bit of my bloodline catch up with me.'

'What do you mean?' The singer watched as Nero false started a few times. She waited patiently, though dying to know on the inside.

'I- I managed to get my arm back by awakening my Devil Trigger. I'm more Demon than ever, heh.' A stunned silence followed as she didn't know how to process the information. Nero rubbed the back of his neck in nervousness, hoping Kyrie would say something. Anything. 'I decided that Dante and Vergil didn't have the right to kill each other, and I wanted to stop them. Before I knew it, I was flying, and landed straight between them. I backhanded Dante, ended up suplexing my "dad" into the dirt...' His hands lay on the table slightly curling in on themselves. He could almost feel the moment his hands pushed the brothers at his fingertips right now. His Devil Trigger was within him, and from now on, accessible whenever he called upon it. It was an insane concept. His Devil Bringer was an adjustment, and his cautiousness made him worry about how Kyrie would feel about it. Now, he worried how she would feel about his whole humanity disappearing in an instant. Closing his fists and thrusting them under the table made his girlfriend falter a little.

'Nero, what's going on? I don't know what a Devil Trigger is, but I'm sure it must be a good thing. You looked so happy a moment ago.'

'It's just-,' he stuttered out the words. 'It's just that I'm worried what you'll think. Shit, I'm not human when I activate my Devil Trigger,'

'Nero!'

'What? Oh, shi- damn it! I'm so sorry, Kyrie. My mind's a mess...' She skirted the edge of the table and knelt at his chair. Her gentle hands lay over his and looked deep into his eyes. She didn't smile, but she absolutely wasn't scared. Fear never came to mind when she looked at the man before her. In many ways he was still so akin to the boy she grew up with. She would give him time to think but knew that he was a mess right now. Clean and looking very well for having been fighting for so long, however, a total storm on the inside. It wasn't fair that he had to go through all this. She couldn't understand any of it, either. When it was grief, they shared it. When it was fear, they shared it. When it was about losing your humanity, she didn't even have a point of reference.

Their moment outstretched longer than he really felt comfortable with. It needed to be out in the open, but he couldn't find the words. Just as he opened his mouth to give some attempt at an explanation, Nico was heard at the door.

'Those little gremlins! I'll remember this when they're older, 'nd then I'll show 'em whose boss!' Her hand yanked at the front door and began to mumble unintelligibly under her breath. Nero, in fear that the brute would ruin the chance he had to explain this all to Kyrie, grabbed his girlfriend's hand and took them straight up the stairs into his room.