It was Nero's mind which woke up first, his body woke later. But while his mind was waking, Nero was wondering why he couldn't breath all that well, it felt as if his lungs were clogged with Ash, which itched, slightly tempting his to cough. But he couldn't for he still was yet all brain, Nero also wondered why everything was black, then he concluded that his eyes must still be closed. And third thing he wondered about was why everything was so hot; it was at this moment Nero's body awoke and he began to feel heat like no other, he didn't know but he was sweating profusely: Nero's sea blues began to slowly reveal themselves, and his eyelids lifted to give way for vision.

A vision which was not in the least clear, all was blurry, that which Nero managed to notice from his blurred sight was the color orange. That mattered little to him. For in the feel of the vengeful heat, Nero had the illusion that he was clothes and that was why the heat was seemingly unbearable. So Nero was about to try and reach for the hem of his imaginary sweater he believed himself to be wearing when he found that his arms wouldn't come together.

Nero pulled again, not knowing exactly what he was pulling at, he did so several times before his wrists began to burn and hurt. Nero gave an expletive under his breath, the hurt and the burn ceased once he stopped pulling at whatever it was that were restraining his arms and keeping them apart. It was also the pain however, which gave Nero a clear vision of the situation he truly was in; before him a sea or perhaps an ocean of hot bubbling lava stretched on for miles on everyside. The sight of it was vast, beautiful, tempting, and incredibly dangerous; once Nero's eyes had seen and his mind cognizant of the reality he'd woken up into, panic seized him and immediately he rose up unto his feet- the fact that he'd been on his knees all along eluding him- Nero's eyes shifted to the left and sees demonic chain attached to a red hot earthenware pillar erected from a platform he now realized himself standing upon.

The outstretched chain had his wrist in a bind, and it was the same when he looked to the right, except this time Nero noticed, he thought he noticed a hell judecca: Nero would know, he'd seen and killed scores of them, even read Nicolletta Goldensteins report on them and their kind. But Nero decided to look back more keenly, because he was puzzled; and he saw it, the hell Judecca had changed- "Metamorphosis?" - For the demonic creature, seated on a throne of bones appeared robust; it's skin no longer was cleaving to it's bones.

The demon's ugly face and despicable stare was directed at Nero, and the young devil Hunter had been so focused on the awful demon face, that he didn't notice the black whip with mini devil claws along its curled length. Nor did Nero see when the demon freed the whip, Nero's attention only came to it when the demon rose to its feet before shooting it's arm out and whipping him: the mini claws perforated and tore from his pelvis through the broad of his back and over the edge of his trapezoids, before swinging into the ash occupied air and back into the capable hand of the demon.

As Nero began to bleed his knees buckled and he sank back into his knees, Nero felt immediately drained. He wondered why that was, and it came to him several seconds later that it wasn't blood loss he had just suffered from, but rather energy loss - Nero could have freed himself, had he the tiniest clue as to where his Chakra reserves were, how to release it and how to use it - When the demon sat back down Nero thought, " Best to not provoke the ugly " after a few minutes with his head hung low, it all started to come back to Nero, the memory of how he had ended up here and immediately his eyes widened in terror...

11.40 a couple of hours after Dante and Vergil's arrest in Kinioto, Nero and Kyrie his girlfriend had been slumbering naked in their bedroom, when an orange fiery scrawl formed a seal upon the ceilung, the four walls and underneath the bed they slept on. Too much demonic energy, Nero even in his slumbering state felt it, and woke up, too late -red queen was not in the room, but in a large tool box down in the garage- devil chains had emerged from the seals binding him, wrist, ankle, and neck. Nero about to scream to alert Nico sleeping in the room opposite theirs, was stopped unnecessarily by a magic seal materializing over his mouth.

An inevitable silence reigned over the room, the chains drew Nero away from the bed and hung him mid air in a straight to have a clear view of the horror he was about to witness: watching in his terrified anticipation, from the seal above the bed, a cavalier Angelo dropped through with its purple electrified sword plunging down. It was this terrible moment Kyrie decided to wake up, her eyes opened and the sword plunged deep into her side and the shock generated by the element of the sword coursed through her entire body. As the first blood spilled out, Kyrie's heart stopped; the wood work of the bed could not take the eight of Cavalier Angelo, buckled and collapsed to the floor which held and made a noise that would never be heard. Nico would never hear. And as her blood pools over the ruined matress Nero screamed "Kyrie!" after which he was pulled into one of the seals and immediately was overcome by darkness.

Now in remembrance of the previous night's horror, fury filled Nero's heart and he with a scream pulled long and hard on the chains in an attempt to free himself. This he did to no avail, and the more Nero tried the more pain he felt. ' You fucking bastard, I'll make you pay for what you did to Kyrie! ' screamed Nero hoarsely with his head turned to the demon. A mistake.

That head turn, earned Nero two excruciatingly painful lashes to the back, now he was also again bleeding profusely, and coupled with energy loss, his arms became like jelly. They went limp and his head involuntarily slumped, staring at the floor with half lidded eyes, Nero was feeling so drained that fear, hatred, and pain became foreign to him. In his numb state, Nero asked himself, "why was I screaming?" he knew but it didn't all quite make sense to him anymore.

The demon rising approached Nero, the young devil Hunter couldn't quite make out the sound of the demon's footsteps, but what it uttered under its nasty breath into his ears he heard, ' In the aftermath of your victory, our own hunt begun. Devil Hunter. ' The demon withdrew and began to cackle, which was when Nero thought. "Fuck, devil may laugh." And he blacks out.