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Repeat Offenders

Dante walked to the door and opened it, accepting his pizza and thanking the pizza delivery man, promising to pay off his debt at the end of the month. Then, he walked into the living room, dropping the stack of pizzas on the coffee table and grabbing himself a slice as the others did the same.

"So Nero, I finally met that brat of yours today," Dante said after swallowing his first bit, Nero giving him a confused look. "Funny, you never talk about him. I actually didn't even know he existed."

"Brat?" Nero asked.

"Yeah, your son," Dante said, Nero's pizza slice falling to the ground, Kyrie's doing the same as Lady and Trish began to cough.

"My...son?" Nero blinked. "But that's impossible."

"Well unless there's some other guy's kid running around crushing class threes with a Devil Bringer, I'm pretty sure he's yours," Dante said.

"A...Devil Bringer?" Nero blinked, staring at his own demonic arm before back at Dante, then Kyrie. "But...Dante...our son...that couldn't have been him."

"Why not?" Dante asked, taking another bite.

"He was stillborn," Kyrie said quietly.

Dante began to choke on his pizza before managing to cough it up, dropping it onto his previously unused plate before setting his slice down and staring at them both.

"Stillborn?" Dante blinked. "But then...whose kid killed that demon?"

"The kid killed him?" Trish blinked.

"Yeah," Dante said. "Caught it and squashed its head like a bug. Then he spouted the same nonsense as you did about the arm being a curse and said he just wanted to be normal before driving off on his bike. Pretty nice one too. And he said something about college."

"Which?" Nero asked, standing with Kyrie. "Where is he?"

"I dunno," Dante said thoughtfully. "He never said which. And he said he was going to have to switch anyway, since the girl he was on a date with saw his Devil Bringer."

Nero nodded, turning to leave just as the phone rang. he walked over to it, more out of habit than anything, and picked it up.

"Devil May Cry?" Nero answered. "No, sorry we closed at...I'm sorry, say that again? You're sure? One hundred percent? And he's doing what? Shit. We're on our way." He hung up. "Dante, Berial and some giant lava spider are destroying some warehouse where Berial is using his sword to draw a summoning circle."

"How big?" Dante asked, already standing and throwing on his coat.

"Big," Nero said.

Everyone grabbed their weapons and sprinted outside, Nero jumping into his corvette in the parking garage that opened from the back of the building into the street and speeding off, Kyrie closing the garage from the inside after him. Nero sped down the street, quickly meeting up with the other three as they sped down the road, Nero taking the lead. After a few more minutes, he skidded to a stop, the others stopping around him as they all saw the leveled remains of a warehouse melting in a massive fire, Berial and the massive spider, Phantom, on top of it, watching the new arrivals from across the now complete summoning circle.

"Man, we just can't catch a break," Dante growled, stepping out of the car. "If we can kill Berial fast enough, the circle should fade. Nero, you and me are on him. Trish, Lady, handle Phantom. Don't get too close."

The other three nodded and they all charged at the two creatures. Berial leapt at the two males, both scattering just before he crashed down then slashed at Dante. Dante flipped over it before Nero's Devil Bringer crashed into the side of Berial's face, launching him to the side, into a second warehouse. As Berial stood, he roared, massive flames exploding off of his body. At the same time, the summoning circle flashed and the ground inside fell away.

"Well so much for that," Dante growled. "Nero, handle it."

Nero nodded, drawing Red Queen just as several Alto Angelos and Bianco Angelos flooded out of it.

"Shit!" Nero swore. "Dante! We've got a problem!"

"Busy!" Dante shouted, avoiding Berial's sword, slashing him when he could, since Berial's size made his pistols useless.

Nero looked over to the girls who were struggling just as much with Phantom, whose stone body seemed to be both bullet, rocket, and sword proof. Nero turned back to the cloud of false angels and rolled his eyes.

"Fuck it," Nero growled, a blue spectral demon forming behind him, holding Yamato in its right hand.

He stabbed Red Queen into the ground then swiped his left hand, the spectral demon's left hand swiping through the false angels, destroying an Alto and two Biancos. Nero began to make his spectral demon tear into the demons with both Yamato and its left arm but after several seconds, he was forced to rip Red Queen out of the ground and block an Alto Angelo's sword. He shoved the sword away, slashing the Alto Angelo across the chest before spinning in time for three Bianco Angelos to drive their lances through his torso.

"You bastards!" Nero seethed, destroying all three with Red Queen, his spectral demon having faded.

He ripped the lances out as a Bianco Angelo slammed its shield into him, launching him. He flipped, landing hard as Dante landed on his feet beside him, Trish and Lady regrouping a ways away, smoke curling out of several craters.

"They're stronger than I remember," Dante said.

"And these are as annoying in numbers as ever," Nero growled.

"What do we do?" Trish asked. "Swap targets?"

"Lady would definitely be more helpful against these," Nero said. "And I could crush Phantom in minutes."

Suddenly, Berial roared, charging past the group toward a car parked in the middle of the street. The door opened and a person wearing a black jacket, too far from the light to make out any distinct features, stepped out before the car went flying through the air at Berial. Berial slashed it then skidded to a stop, looking around for the missing human who he had been after.

"You lost him!" Phantom accused, voice as loud and annoying as ever.

"He was just here!" Berial snapped. "We won't be returning failures like the last one!"

"Who're you looking for?" Nero asked.

"Why are you after him?" Dante asked.

"Good question," Marcus said, stepping into the light and dropping his red coat, leaving him in only a white tee-shirt, black pants, and brown combat boots. "Here I am freaks. Come and get me. Oh, and Dante, I saw a billboard with a winged pig. Figured it was a sign."

"Man this kid's a real Sherlock Homes," Lady smirked.

"Is...Is that..." Nero trailed off.

"Yeah," Dante nodded. "That's Marcus."

Nero swallowed hard as Phantom leapt at Marcus. Marcus raised his Devil Bringer, the spectral arm catching Phantom before he hurled it at Dante.

"I don't do spiders," Marcus said.

"He's a scorpion," Dante said as Phantom crashed down behind Dante. "Hello comic relief."

"What?" Phantom demanded.

"You're comic relief," Dante said. "Nelo Angelo, Griffin, now they were scary. And don't get me started on Nightmare. But you. You're nothing."

Dante sped forward, slashing Phantom across the face before holding his pistols to the gap, blue electricity and blood red energy flying off of both before he opened fire into his skull, bits of stone and small splashes of lava flying out the other end of Phantom. As Dante killed him easily, the Angelos flew at Marcus. Marcus backhanded a group before one of the Alto Angelos stabbed him, staking him to the ground before flying away, leaving his sword. The others all froze.

"Marcus!" Nero shouted, drawing Blue Rose and opening fire on the Angelos, slaughtering several.

"Calm your ass bitch," Marcus growled, gripping the sword and wrenching it free before standing and moving his Devil Bringer to the sword's grip.

Nero stared at him as several of the false angels flew at him. His spectral arm formed, this time holding a spectral replica of the sword before Marcus slashed the angels rapidly, shredding them in seconds. Then, he spun, the spectral arm fading as Berial's sword crashed into his own stolen sword, halting. He grunted with effort and shoved the sword away then hurled his own into Berial's eye. Berial roared in pain and rage before Marcus's spectral arm grabbed Berial and crushed him, molten lava and sparks exploding out between the fingers.

"Holy shit," Trish said. "He's stronger than you Nero."

"No, he just uses Devil Bringer a lot more freely," Nero said, walking forward, left hand gripping his Devil Bringer apprehensively, as he hadn't done in a very long time. "Marcus?"

"What?" Marcus asked, turning toward him, blowing a lock of his silver hair out of his eyes. "Who're you? Oh, you're the guy with the other one huh? I see. I'd say sorry but I really don't care at the moment."

"You...have no idea who I am, do you?" Nero asked.

"Should I?" Marcus asked.

"I...I'm..." Nero trailed off, unsure what to say. "I'm...your father."

Marcus stared at him, eyes widening slowly before walking toward Nero slowly. He stopped before him, staring at him before his arms began to drift upward. A ghost of a smile crossed Nero's face before Marcus's Devil Bringer crashed into his jaw, launching him into Dante, who caught him, barely.

"Fuck you!" Marcus snarled. "I have no father! I have no family! I was raised in an orphanage where I was routinely beaten by all of the other kids and the old hag in charge of the orphanage! My family abandoned me the day I was born!"

"What?" Nero gaped. "No! We didn't abandon you! You were stillborn!"

"Oh, yeah, and I'm secretly an angel in disguise," Marcus snorted.

"Marcus, your mother and I-"

"YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER! ! !" Marcus seethed, wheeling around on him, Devil Bringer glowing brightly with his rage. "I SPENT THE FIRST SIX YEARS OF MY LIFE IN THE DEMON WORLD BECAUSE OF MY FAMILY! ! ! I SPENT SIX YEARS RUNNING AND HIDING FROM EVERY DEMON THAT WANTED TO GET AHOLD OF ME UNTIL THE ONLY PERSON TO EVER SHOW ME ANY KINDNESS SENT ME TO THE HUMAN WORLD! ! ! BUT EVEN THAT GOT FUCKED BECAUSE I ENDED UP AT THAT FUCKING HELLHOLE OF AN ORPHANAGE! ! ! IF YOU REALLY ARE MY FATHER, THEN YOU CLEARLY DON'T CARE! ! ! I HAVE NO FAMILY! ! !"

"You were...in the Demon World?" Nero blinked.

"Someone got you out of the Demon World?" Dante asked. "But there are only a handful of people if I'm being generous that can open a portal."

"Well she did," Marcus said, turning to walk away. "I thought maybe I should try to get a job, but clearly it was a bad idea."

"Wait!" Nero said, taking a step forward but stopping when Marcus glared back at him. "At...At least meet Kyrie. At least hear her side. Please. She's been heartbroken ever since..."

Marcus's glare was dripping with hatred, but he nodded. Nero nodded as well, sighing in relief. They all walked to the vehicles, Marcus getting into Nero's car with Dante, Nero taking Dante's bike instead. They all headed back to Devil May Cry, the ride tense, awkward, silent, and generally uncomfortable.

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