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The Awakening	By : TheBlackVoid Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 1670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil may Cry or Devilman, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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hey, as stated elsewhere, i don't own anything DMC, and do not profit from this, bla bla bla.

The 'original character' is inspired by Devilman's Akira, so i don't own that either. The Akira character is based off the character from the Devilman OVAs of the late 80's/early 90's but there will be no reference to Devilman or any of the characters from that fandom and the character will be completely different, only similarities are that he has dark hair and eyes, is called Akira and is possessed by a devil.

Nero, I think I've made him OOC, so i am sorry if this offends you.

Also i haven't yet decided if Dante and Nero will end up together sexually or in a relationship of sorts, if i do, it will take a while to get there.
Yeah so M/M if this isnt you thing, don't read.

This is the original version, there is an edited version of this story under my other pen name TheRedTombs on ff.net, if you would rather read this without the more explicit aspects, from chapter 3.

Anyhoo..on with the story.
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He yawned for what seemed like the millionth time since he had last looked at the clock.
“hmm...a whole 23 minutes. Great” he sighed.
Business had been booming when he first started, clearing up the leftovers from the Orders attempt at world “salvation”. But as the months passed by
business started slowing down, Nero was convince that any demons left behind from the Hell Gate being opened were all dead and gone, having hunted
them down himself, calls had almost virtually stopped. His last “job” was to investigate a demon dwelling in an old woman's basement, which turned
out to be knackered pipes and was miraculously fixed by calling out a plumber.
Now his greatest challenge was deciding if the boredom would kill him or if the frustration of being so painfully bored would score the victory.
He checked his cell, still no calls, no messages, no emails, nothing.
“Fuck”he muttered under his breath as he walked over to the window. Looking out onto the street, people were walking by, shopping, chatting, basically
getting on with their lives. Fortuna had recovered well, the residents had worked hard to rebuild the town and their lives post Sanctus and his fucked up
ideas. None of them looked distressed or terrified or coming anywhere near his door. Nero had become a victim of his own success. Great for them and
the town, and he was genuinely glad that they were safe and happy, that Kyrie was safe. But he needed work, not only for his pitiful financial situation
but the physical aspect too.
Nero’s last paid job was nearly two months ago. And if he didn’t punch some demon back into hell soon he would snap. He could feel it burning under
his skin, like an electric current running along every fibre of his being, brimming with pent up anger, frustration, desperation, the need to fight ...or fuck.
Preferably the former which would sort out his issue with the latter.
He loved Kyrie, he truly did, but recently he scared himself sometimes with the things he thought about doing to her, he wanted her desperately. He ached
for her, his desire and lust had become limitless, spreading though him, over coming him, and now robbing him of common sense when they were together.
He had to get a grip of himself, the last few times they had been intimate he had upset her, he had been too rough, too demanding, too selfish, too weird.
If it kept up he knew she would leave him and that would destroy him. The way she had looked at him after the last attempt had wounded him, it hurt to
know she was scared of him. He just needed to get some work, beating the shit out some demon scum would fix him right up, and at this point he’d do
it for free.
He looked at the time, fifteen minutes had passed, he looked at his cell, still nothing. He walked back to his desk, running his hands through his hair, pulling
at it as he reached the back of his head, growling in exasperation.
“fuck this shit”
The door opened, Nero spun around to face the entrance of his branch of Devil May Cry.
“Hi...um...I was told you can help people with..um...unusual problems, right?” The stranger said, looking a bit awkward and uncomfortable.
Nero stared at the potential customer dumb struck for a few seconds. An actual person, looking for help, he could have jumped with joy, if he were that
type of person. At first glance the stranger seemed to be around the same height and age as Nero, with dark eyes and black hair that either took ages to
style or he naturally woke up with.
Sputtering his mouth into action, Nero motioned towards a chair at the other side of the desk, trying to get himself into business mode.“Hey yeah sure, come
in, sit down, so what’s your unusual problem?”
“Thanks, I hope I don’t sound um..mental but...you deal with demons, the occult, supernatural stuff, right? Everywhere else I’ve gone asking for help,
they’ve told me I was, well, basically crazy.”
“Yeah, that’s what I do and no you’re not mental or crazy” Nero forgot that other parts of the planet didn’t believe in demons, angles, gods or anything that
couldn’t be confirmed by ‘their’ science, pity none of them had seen Sanctus as the saviour, he wondered how they would have explained, exactly, how
a statue the size of a skyscraper flew over the town and smashed shit up, or even his arm for that matter. Morons.
“Thank god! I don’t know what I would have done if you’d said no and that it was all in my head. I don't even know where to start!” Relief flooded through
the young man's face, blinking back tears while smiling. Nero realised that the young man sitting across from him, may not be mental from any demons
terrorising the streets where he lives but the stress was definitely taking its toll on him.
“How about you tell me your name? And what kind of demonic or supernatural problem you have? ” Nero tried to sound calm over the excitement that
was starting to fizz up through his system. The idea that he’d soon be on his way to slice and shoot his way through some hell-spawn was nearly overwhelming.
Kyrie was always telling him, he had to remain professional, and he needed the rush of a good fight too bad right now, he couldn’t risk the man opposite
him leaving because he though Nero wasn’t taking him seriously.
“OK, well my name’s Akira....and I’m possessed”
Fuck! So much for that fight.
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