Truth, Dare and Demons | By : RenoTurk Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 5261 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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Vergil waited three weeks for his first move, it would make sense to be cautious about laying the seed of doubt and about making sure Nero was sufficiently pliable for his manipulating. Vergil knew about the fact Nero was in the order, that Trish had broken into it to help Dante expose the corruption and cut it off at the source. The remnants of the giant angelic beast were still littered around the city, buildings that had been damaged were repaired for the most part and Vergil felt that he had missed out on the chaos and disruption. Such a shame... those pitiful humans running around li... he sighed. He was getting distracted in his thoughts far too much.
Nero would go to the orphanage once a month and drop off clothes and food, most of the spare money he had went there and Nero was happy to desire nothing more than a roof over his head and the tools of his trade. He set off with the bag of goodies and got ready to meet the Matron there.
Vergil watched him head inside, he had been dumped there from what he had learnt and then he'd ended up in the house with Kyrie and Credo. Kyrie had been the love of his life until his brother had done something to change all that. Vergil wished Kyrie had the type of soul that could be corrupted to his advantage there but he'd realised that wouldn't be the case after observing her for a short period.
Instead Vergil needed to get under Nero's skin and part of that he felt, would be to get the younger descendent worrying about his true history. He waited until the day before Nero was due to go to the orphanage and left a letter on the desk. The matron there picked it up without stopping him, it was not an unusual thing for parents to reach out that way, in fact she considered it part of the job. She was however surprised to see it was for someone that had already left years ago, she put it on the side knowing he would likely pop in at some point. It was rare Nero would miss a day, unless something important delayed him.
Sure enough Nero came in the next day with a bag of toys and clothes and sat to talk with her for a bit. The matron really did enjoy his company and was pleased that he had been able to find a path in life, he confided to her that Kyrie and himself would not be involved that way, she nodded softly, didn't pry and they had a cup of tea before she got the letter out for him.
Nero took it him, he opened the letter and looked at the words on the page several times. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, he found himself confused and even more worried that the letters contents might be true...
The shaky writing was from a female, a woman called Rose, she had told him that she had to pass him up for adoption because she was scared of the demonic heritage she had learnt about. She hadn't know the father was a demon, it wasn't even something she could have known, he looked so human! Nero read it enough times to recognise that the person being described in the letter fitted one of the brothers, one of the sons of Sparda and why was she telling him now? Because she had seen him and Dante in the churchyard that day. Nero sighed, he was sure there had been no one around. It was so damned confusing, but what scared him, to the core, what if Dante was his father?
Nero's hand went over his mouth, all rational thought about asking Dante about this had temporarily left his head, he ran to the toilet and heaved. When he calmed down he ventured into the shower, and closed his eyes with his head resting on the ceramic tiles. He didn't hear Dante sneak in, and up into the bathroom, Dante opened the door and looked in, Nero looked stressed but he had no idea why.
“Hey kid...”
Nero jumped and grabbed a towel. Dante's brow furrowed, it wasn't like him to be that shy. Nero suddenly wondered why Dante always called him kid, or punk... did he know? Was he that sick in the head? Dante looked at him bemused, what the hell was his issue today?
“Okay what happened?”
“Can you... just give me a chance to dress?”
Dante shrugged, he headed down to make them a coffee and flipped the kettle switch on. Then he saw the letter, picked it up and read it. Dante shook his head, it wasn't his brother's writing, and it was written by an emotional hand from what he could tell. So this was the cause of his issue? Dante sat down and sighed, Nero was so head strong, so emotional at times that instead of putting in steps to cope with these strange things he would react and panic. Dante found his sort of bold heart-on-sleeve approach wasn't utterly unlike the younger him either.
Nero came down and sank into the chair, Dante looked at him and watched as Nero fought back another emotional outburst. He slid the letter over to him, then finished making the coffee before he sat down and talked. Yes he had been around in his day, no he hadn't ever slept with someone called Rose and if he worked it out, he didn't think Vergil would have either. Dante was honest about not being completely sure but he voiced his opinion again, Nero displayed qualities that they did not. The demonic arm was not something they had, they had never had any demonic looks to them outside of being able to transform when required. Nero had picked up Yamato and repaired the blade but Vergil couldn't have done that, and neither could he. So no he didn't think they were directly related.
Nero listened, his eyes going to the paper, she had offered to meet him, Nero looked at Dante. Until he knew more he couldn't see himself getting into bed with the guy. How had things taken this turn? It was all such a mess. Dante leant over to give him a kiss and Nero stopped him, he couldn't work out what the best thing to do was but right now that wasn't it... and yet he had wanted Dante's attention before the letter very much.
“Go meet her if you have too.” Dante looked at him. “However, bear in mind I don't even know if she's real. This could be bullshit from Vergil and I don't want you walking into a trap. If you don't trust me right now, take Trish. She won't be biased and you can have someone to help you if it is Vergil's doing. Please? For me?”
Nero nodded.. the rest of the evening Dante spent filling him in about his life, trying to get him to understand what had happened between him and Vergil. He felt that if they were to make a go of uniting against him then he had to show Nero he was being truthful.
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