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I don't own Devil May Cry or any of its characters.

"'Surprise
party?'"

"Follow me,"
Dante told him, and led him through the backdoor.

They entered a
dark alley that smelled like garbage, vomit, and urine, and Nero
could feel the nausea rising within him. He pinched his nose so he
wouldn't smell anything. A place like this would never exist in
Fortuna. The city was clean; almost no problems with drugs and
alcohol, let alone strip clubs or pimping. Yes, Fortuna was like the
perfect city to live in, but it was his personal hell. The way the
people looked at him had burnt him deep inside. He would always feel
their eyes staring at him, whispering and laughing. Most of the time,
all of it appeared to him like a farce, like the people were acting
to create a picture that didn't really exist; a city that was slowly
rotting from the inside, and after the Savior incident, it seemed to
him that the city had received its true face, after all...

But he knew that
there was no ugly truth, not anymore. There weren't any big lies
lying within the city – and that was what scared him the most.
Fortuna had had a white vest before Dante and the citizens tried hard
to get it clean again – and he, Nero, would be the only thing
that would remain to remind the people of the city what had happened.
He'd always be the stain that just wouldn't come out - could he
endure this?

Dante walked a
few feet ahead of him and at the end of the alley, Nero could see the
girl, leaning against a wall, hands in her pockets. She smiled, but
it didn't seem real.

"This is …
Hazel. And I think she should tell you the exact same thing
she just told me." Dante grinned and crossed his arms in front
of his chest. He looked satisfied, and Nero became suspicious.

"So... she
wasn't just a flirt? I thought you just met her."

Dante rose an
eyebrow. "Yeah? What gave you that impression?"

He stood right in
front of Nero, the younger hunter trying to fix his eyes on a spot
behind Dante on the other side of the street, as he found himself not
able to look at him.

"I, uhm,
well, you know... oh, what the fuck, Dante, does it really matter?"
He turned around, angry. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable –
where was his self-esteem? Ever since he arrived in the city, he felt
small and exposed to the world, like he was out of his element. Since
when was he that insecure? This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
After all, he came to save Dante's fucking ass...

He looked at the
girl, Hazel. "So..." he started. He found it difficult to
find the right words. She stood there in front of him, wearing tight
black shorts, high boots, and a white tank top that showed more than
it covered. Even in the dark light of the alley he could see the tips
of her breasts showing through the thin fabric. She was young, maybe
only a few years older than him. She had full, red lips that she
painted in a dark red, big brown eyes, and long hair that fell in
waves around her body, dark as the night. She was beautiful.

As she arched her
back, he had a hard time keeping his focus on her face as she looked
at him. She smiled at him and he could see sharp fangs – so she
wasn't human?

She smiled. "Yes,
I am a demon," she said, almost giggling. She turned a little
bit to her side to look at Dante. "Where did you find him? He's
cute. Is he really a demon hunter? He looks nothing like it."

"Hey!"

"Trust me,
he's good. He could kick your ass," Dante told her, and
Nero felt as if he had disappeared into thin air. He hated it when
people talked about him like he wasn't there, but at the same time he
couldn't believe those words. Did Dante actually think of him as a
good hunter?

"I doubt
that," she scoffed, as her focus found Nero again.

"Oh,
really." It wasn't a question. He could feel how his nails dug
into his skin as his hands turned into fists. "I'll show you,
I'll..."

"Hey! Calm
down, kid! I'm sure there's enough time for you to show her how big
your... ego is, after we've talked." Dante put one hand
on Nero's shoulder, the other one on the girl's.

"I hope his
ego is as big as your..."

"Shut it,
Hazel," the demon-hunter told her, winking at her.

Nero could feel
how a headache started to built inside him. Time to change the
subject.

"How do you
know each other again?"

"I met Dante
a few years ago when I tried to kill him." Nero stared at her,
waiting for her to continue, but she didn't look like she wanted to
tell him more.

She turned
around. "Anyway, I heard something interesting. There's
something going on. Demons are leaving the city to the countryside.
It's like they're gathering for something, or so..." She was
flapping her hand like it was not that big a deal. "Anyhow!"
She continued as she used one finger to poke Nero in the chest,
"There are rumors about a devil who came to town – keeps
looking for something, they say. Not a big fish, they say, but
dangerous, I think." Now she was fully smiling. "And it
keeps getting better: He said whoever brings it to him gets a reward,
a big one." She shoved Nero against a wall, licking her lips as
she leaned closer to him. "Now guess who's getting lucky
tonight?" She used a sing-song voice as one hand traveled down
his chest, trying to get underneath his red hoodie.

But a hand caught
hers. "Behave, Hazel," Dante growled at her, holding her
hand up. She gave him a shy smile as her eyes flickered between Dante
and him.

"What the
fuck..." Nero breathed as he took one step back. "What the
fuck?" he asked, even though it almost didn't sound like a
question. Dante took a hold of her chin, turning her head and
capturing her lips right in front of Neros eyes. Nero could see how
the muscles of his jaw moved as he deepened the kiss, trying to
dominate the girl as he used his right hand to cup her cheek as his
other one found her waist.

As the kiss
continued and seconds seemed to turn into minutes, and as Nero was
almost sure they would get it on right here and now between all the
filth and garbage, he cleared his throat. "Hey... Dante...
Dante... Dante!"

He broke away
from the demon, her lips slightly swollen from the deep kiss and her
skin a little red where the stubble of his growing beard had touched
her.

"Don't scare
him, Hazel. I told you I pay you way better than that bastard would
ever do. I always do, don't I?" He brushed his thumb over her
cheek, drawing small circles on her heated skin. Nero doubted that it
was true. Dante's office looked like he didn't have very much money.
To be exact, it looked like a dump.

"I just
wanted to tease him." She eyed Nero. "I heard some of them
talking. They're meeting at the old mansion – you know where
that is right, Dante? Yeah? Okay -. they said he will be
there. So if you want to know who's interested in the kid..."

"I'm not a
kid!"

"... then
you should try your luck there," she finished.

She turned to
Dante. "That's all I know, sugar."

"So, what
you're saying is... that there's a head-money on me?"

She nodded.

"Why?"

"I don't
know and I don't care. It's not a big amount, though, so don't feel
flattered. You should have known, since I didn't knock you out and
take you with me. If it would have been a decent amount of money,
then trust me, even Dante couldn't pay me more." She smiled as
she said those words, but her voice was as cold as ice.

"You think
it's the same guy who wants... you know?" He didn't know how
much he could say about Yamato in front of Hazel.

"Nah, could
just be a coincidence." Dante waved his hand.

Nero shook his
head. "You don't really..." he began, but Dante cut him
off.

"Aw, Nero,
come on. Fuck. I think whoever he is, he's stupid enough to think we
would run into the little trap."

"Trap?"

"This can't
be a coincidence," Dante told him. "But you know, just for
the fun of it, let's act like idiots and run into the trap. I bet
Rebellion will be happy to cut some demon flesh again."

Nero nodded. "But
whoever he is... how did he know I was here? I didn't tell anybody,
not even Kyrie."

"So you just
left? Without saying goodbye?"

He shook his
head. A wave of sadness collapsed over him. "It doesn't matter
anyhow," he said, without showing emotion.

"I think I'd
rather go before it gets all touchy..." Hazel told them, making
a face as she was disgusted. She took one step forwards so her hips
would brush Nero's as she walked pass him. She gently laid one hand
on Dante's shoulder before turning away. "Now, go hunt,"
she whispered, before turning around. She bent her knees to push her
body from the ground and grabbed the edges of a gutter, before
pulling herself up and escaping into the night via the rooftops.

Chapter 4: The
Day The Whole World Went Away

As Nero couldn't
see her anymore, he turned to Dante.

"What do you
pay her so that she'd rather work with you than to hunt humans?"
Nero asked him as his gaze caught a white tank top in the far
distance that glowed in the night.

"Sex,
protection, money... mostly protection."

"Wait, what,
sex?"

"And
protection, and money..."

"Sex?
Seriously?"

"Oh, Nero."
He shook the head like he would tutor a kid. "Did you think that
only women could get information by using their body?"

To be honest,
Nero couldn't think of anybody using their bodies to get some
information. But Dante talked about it like it wasn't a big deal, and
even though his voice sounded cheerful and somehow cocky, his face
didn't show any emotion.

"I met her a
few years ago, slaughtered almost all of her so called buddies. She
was a member of a clan that wanted to kill me. To make things short,
Nero: she was the bait and I was the fish, and I bit. After that,
after she got useless, her buddies turned against her, so she helped
me fight them off. She got almost killed during the battle and I
saved her. Ever since then, I wouldn't say we're friends or allies,
but we're not enemies. She's my connection to the demon world and in
return, I offer her some protection."

"And sex,"
Nero added.

"And money!"
Dante told him, grinning, and now it was really showing in his eyes,
and even Nero had to smile at those words. Like Dante had money...

"Now..."
They entered the Love Planet again and Dante headed to the
bar, grabbing a half empty glass with a brown liquid in it, bringing
the glass to his lips and drinking it.

"Oh good,
that's better. There's nothing that whiskey can't resolve. And I
thought I would never get rid of her taste."

"That sounds
like you didn't have fun back there."

"She tastes
like ashes, and not because she's smoking."

"But didn't
you say you would have... fucked her tonight?"

"I would've,
and still going to, but not tonight, and not because I can't find
another lay, but to stick to my half of the contract."

"So, you're
really paying her with your body." It wasn't a question.

"Sex is just
sex, Nero. I don't really care who I fuck as long as I can do it. It
doesn't matter as long as I find the person attractive. Hair color,
age, gender... it all really doesn't matter."

Gender...
gender?

"You... you
whore!"

He didn't really
plan to call him that. He didn't even want to. But he couldn't help
it; it just slipped out. There was a slow song playing now, and Nero
felt how the sound of the guitar and piano found their way into his
head as vague vocals hit his ear.

He couldn't
believe that someone as proud and narcissistic as Dante would sink
that low – it was the truth, wasn't it? This wasn't how it was
supposed to be. He met Dante thirteen months ago in Fortuna, and he
had thought he'd known the man, but now he wasn't so sure anymore.
But how could he be so arrogant, to think he would know someone he'd
met only a couple of hours before? He was angry about himself. He had
known Dante for only a few hours, and after that he had longed to see
him again. He'd felt somehow connected to him. The first time he saw
him, it felt like coming home after too many years spent on the other
side of the world. Dante was the lost piece of a puzzle where Nero
didn't know how it was supposed to look like in the end once it was
finished. He had hoped for answers where he didn't know the questions
to. But all of that didn't really matter anymore now that he was
here. He had formed a picture of Dante in his head all those past
months ago. And now he had to realize that he had it all wrong. At
first he had thought of Dante as a villain; a cold-blooded murderer
that had killed the holy priest. After he'd learned that he was
betrayed, he saw Dante as a knight, wearing a disguise so people
wouldn't know the hero underneath the hard shell. But now he knew
better. There was no other man underneath Dante's shell. No hero, no
knight... just Dante, a hero in his very own way – but could
Nero accept it?

He was angry, and
he wasn't sorry for calling Dante a whore – he had had this
picture of Dante, and now he just didn't fit it the way he was
supposed to – but why did it feel as if Dante had betrayed him?
Why did it hurt him so much?

He saw how
Dante's body stiffened, his gaze became rigid, and the knuckles of
his hand that was still holding the glass turned white under his firm
grip. He pointed his finger at the boy in front of him.

"Don't."

That was all.
Nothing more, nothing less. And with that Dante turned around,
smashed the glass on the ground and got up, heading for the front
door.

"Let's go.
If Hazel's right, they'll still be there."

Nero was still
standing at the bar, stumbled at what had just happened. He'd
expected him to yell or even punch at him, but there was nothing. He
didn't even sound angry.

He heard the
words of the singer running through his head.

Nothing is the
same after tonight.

He stared at
Dante's back as he stood in the door-frame, waiting for the younger
man to follow him.

He slowly walked
up to Dante. He only stopped one foot behind him, and he was sure he
could feel the other man's body heat as Dante was burning from the
inside.

Dante's chest
rose slowly from his shallow breaths. Dante didn't turn or look at
him. His hand hung lightly above the doorknob, almost as if he were
afraid to touch it.

"Hey, kid,"
he heard Dante's soft voice. "Don't say that again." His
words were almost a whisper. "It sounds weird coming from you,
after all!" Dante turned, a full grin on his face. "I bet
you're still a virgin, so you shouldn't say something like that."
He punched him slightly on the shoulder before going outside.

Nero just stood
there. He didn't understand any of it. But maybe it was just Dante's
way of being serious.

But apparently
Dante had shook off his hurt feelings just like that, but that would
mean he actually had been hurt, and Nero wasn't so sure about it. He
thought he would just do the same. He straightened his back as he
fell into Dante's steps.

XXX

A muffled voice
made its way to his ear as he looked through the dirty broken window
of an old warehouse. A deep moan broke through the silence and cut
right into his soul.

"Please..."
He heard a voice that was thick with desire and lust, and he could
hear something metallic hit the ground followed by a sound of ripping
fabric.

"Shut up."

He'd heard
enough. He ignored the sharp shards that were still sticking out of
the old frame and brought his hand around the metal. Broken glass cut
into his hands as he pulled his body up to land on the other side. As
his feet hit the ground, he hoped the two men didn't hear him. His
view was blocked from old storage boxes that had a thick layer of
dust on them, so he slowly peeked around them. A couple of dozen feet
away, he saw them.

A young man, no,
a boy, was shoved against a wall as an older man covered him with his
body, one of his arms supporting him by holding on to the wall, the
other hand hidden down between their bodies. The blonde hair stuck
out of the dark, making Dante feel like his chest burst.

He was fifteen
now and had been living on the streets for two years. A year ago his
brother had killed a man. He'd never told him, though, but he just
knew. The way he was covered in blood and the way his empty eyes
looked at him; there was no mistake. The man he had killed was the
man he'd left with, leaving Dante behind. Now today was the second
time Vergil left with another man, not telling Dante what he would
do. But now he saw it and it knocked his breath out of his lungs.

The older man
moved a little and he could see Vergil's hands, tied together in
front of his body by his belt. His eyes were half closed, his mouth
slightly open as he panted heavily. The hand of the man was in his
pants, moving lazily up and down.

"I didn't
allow you to speak now did I?" the man asked. He jerked his hand
away, grabbing hold of his hair with his fist, pulling Vergil's body
down so he would kneel on the ground.

"Now, open,"
he ordered, but nothing happened. Vergil was kneeling, and just
stared up at him. The backside of a hand hit his cheek and his head
was thrown to the side. Dante hissed. The hard blow had cost Vergil
his balance, and with his hands tied he couldn't stop the fall. His
face hit the ground.

"You know,
I'm starting to think that you like pain." He lifted his foot,
kicking Vergil in the side so he would roll over on his back. He
lifted his foot again and put it right down on his crotch. Vergil
moaned. "You're hard." He put a little pressure into his
foot and the boy gasped as he did little circle motions. He knelt
down, one hand getting a hold of his wrists, shoving them up above
his head as he sat down on his hips.

"You're
acting like you don't want it. I know what you're thinking. That
you're doing this just because of the money. That this is nothing
more than surviving. Believe me, I was there. I was like you.
Proud, strong and arrogant. I'd never would have thought to step so
low to fuck with other men just to get me through the winter. I bet
you thought the same with your first, because obviously I'm not."
His other hand traveled between their bodies, taking his cock, slowly
stroking it while he shifted his body to find a more comfortable
sitting position.

Dante couldn't
see Vergil's face anymore.

"You slut,
biting down on your own lips to muffle your moaning. Why won't you
admit that this isn't just business? The sooner you do, the more fun
it'll be."

"Fuck you."
His brother's voice was low and cold, full with hate and desire. The
man only answered with a low chuckle as his hand quickened its speed.
Dante could hear his hand working and soon he could hear his
brother's soft moans that escaped his throat. He witnessed how his
body began to tremble as he couldn't control it anymore. He saw how
Vergil squirmed underneath the man's body, his moans getting louder.
Suddenly, the movement of the hand stopped and a frustrated yelp
echoed through the empty hall.

He chuckled
again. "You were begging before. Do it again."

He slid a little
bit to the side and Dante saw his brother's face again. He just
stared at the man above him, his chest moving up and down as he took
deep breaths.

"You've lost
your voice? You speak when you're not supposed to, and you keep
silent when I wanna hear your sweat little pleas. You like to play
against the rules. You think you're different right? That you're
better? You're nothing. You're just a horny boy who's desperate to
get fucked but won't admit it, so you're selling your body so you can
lie to yourself, telling yourself that you have no other choice. But
now that you went this far, you won't admit it. You like it."

His hand started
to move again and Vergil's head sunk back to the ground, fighting
against the hold of his wrists, and Dante knew if his brother wanted
to be free, he would have broken the chains moments ago. His brother
was far more stronger than the man above him, he could even kill
him... so was he right?

"I know what
you are. You could have escaped if you really wanted to. Your hands
could be free; you could hit me in the face, take my wallet and run.
But you don't."

He let go of
Vergil's wrist and brought his hand to his throat. He strangled him
as his other hand took up a new level of speed. His brother kept his
tied hands above his head as he tried to throw his head back, arching
his back, moaning loudly as he was near climax.

The other man
knew what he was doing and stopped again. "Beg for it," he
hissed into his brother's ear as his hand put a little bit more
pressure to his throat. He was trying to pump air into his lungs, but
couldn't. The man loosened his grip just long enough to allow Vergil
to speak. He could hear only panting, but then it broke through the
silence.

"Please..."

And his hand
moved again and moments later was covered by a white, sticky liquid.
His brother's body grew limp as his orgasm took over him.

The man leaned
close to his ear.

"Whore..."
he whispered before he got up, grabbing a hold of Vergil's chained
hands, taking him up with him. He found the zipper of his pants and
got a hold of his own erect member. "On your knees." Vergil
was still shaking, his body wanting nothing more than to relax. For a
long time, nothing happened. Vergil was standing there and panting,
staring at the other man. But then he did what he was told to do. He
knelt down and brought both his hands up. He wrapped his fingers
around his length, slowly stroking him with both of his hands before
he took him into his mouth, the whole time starring at him with
hateful eyes. He gagged and tried to pull away as the man brought his
hips forward, but he quickly used one hand to hold Vergil's head in
place. His eyes filled with tears as he choked on the man's dick,
still fighting against the need to vomit. He forced himself to relax,
twirling his tongue around his shaft, and a deep moan came from the
man's throat. After a while he got used to it, and as the man
realized that he was no longer fighting, he let go of his head.
Vergil's hands found his sac, his fingertips brushing against the
thin skin. The man grunted and Dante knew that he was near his
climax. He suddenly pulled away as he came on his brother's face.
Disgust was written all over Vergil's face as drops of the man's
semen found their way down his chin. He stared at the man in shock.
Even while he came he could humiliate Vergil. What a bastard.

He looked down at
the boy. "It suits you." He grinned as Vergil used the
sleeve of his hoodie to clean himself.

He closed his
pants and took something out of his pocket and threw it on his
brother. "There are your twenty bucks," he scoffed. "Twenty
bucks. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" He walked away,
laughing.

Dante kept
silent, watching his brother. As he couldn't hear the footsteps of
the other man anymore, his brother got slowly into a sitting
position. Within half a second he broke free of the belt that held
his hands tied together. He adjusted his clothes, before he got up,
taking a hold of the wall behind him as his legs threatened to give
away underneath him.

Now was the time
to leave if he didn't want Vergil to know that he had been here, so
he had to be back before him. He turned around and accidentally hit
an old bucket with one of his feet. The metallic rattle rung loud
through the warehouse. Vergil's head shot up and before Dante knew
it, he was standing right in front of him. His brother had always
been inhumanly fast. A hand took his throat and shoved his body
against old boxes. His brother's eyes were glowing in a light red. As
he finally realized that it was Dante, the glowing went away. Shock
was showing on his face. His grip loosened a bit.

"Dante..."
He breathed. "You... saw it." It wasn't a question.

Dante swallowed
hard. "Yes..." But his voice was only a whisper as Vergil
still held his hand around his neck. He let go and took a step
backwards.

"This is
what you were doing back that night, right?" Dante asked, but
his brother didn't answer. "But you couldn't do it. You killed
him. Was he right?" Anger was showing in Dante's voice. He
pushed his brother backwards. "You liked it didn't you?" He
could still hear his brother moan's echoing through his memory.

Vergil's hand hit
him unprepared. His lip broke and started to bleed as he stumbled
backwards. Vergil threw himself against his brother, bringing him
down. He was sitting on his chest as his fists found Dante's face
over and over again.

Dante didn't
fight back. He wasn't angry, not anymore. He was just...
disappointed. This wasn't Vergil. This wasn't him. He would never be
that submissive. He was always so full of pride – where was it
now?

He didn't fight
back because he knew that Vergil needed this more than him.

Vergil's anger
died and he looked at the bloody face. Dante's nose was broken and
his teeth were red from the blood in his mouth, one of his eyes
already started to swell.

"I
didn't..." He lifted his fist again, before letting it rush
down, but it didn't hit Dante's face but the ground next to his head.
He could hear how the bones broke in Vergil's hand, but his brother
didn't show any of the pain.

He looked to the
side, staring off into space. "I did this for you," he
whispered. His eyes found Dante's, and this time he held his glare
until Dante almost couldn't stand it anymore. "Remember that. I
did this for you."

XXX

Whore...

It was just a
word, but the way the man said it... He could still remember all
those words he'd spoken to his brother. It should have angered him
that someone would dare to humiliate his brother in such a way. But
at the same time, he felt disgusted, angry, disappointed, and …
left alone. Vergil had had a burden he didn't want to share with him,
and that hurt the most.

Only a few weeks
later, their paths had separated. His brother went away, and he was
left alone. There were times where he had thought about selling his
body as Vergil had, just to get some money. Back then, he had the
dream of saving enough money to rent a small apartment, finding a job
and escaping from the street. He did it, though the memories of those
times never left him.

It took him two
years to save enough money, and he never sold his body; he'd never
stepped that low. His first job was at a pizza place where he worked
as a delivery boy. The payment was terrible, but it wasmoney, and
that's all that he needed. A year later when he'd turned eighteen, he
got his own place. It took him three more years to save enough money
to rent his office, and he quit his job at the pizza place. Shortly
after that he met Vergil … and killed him.

"What do you
think will be there?" Nero's words cut through his memories,
slicing them apart until they fell out of his mind.

"I don't
know," he told the boy as his hands took a firmer grip on the
steering wheel of his car. In the distance he could see an old
Victorian house. It was just outside of the city with a big yard and
old trees surrounding it. When he and Vergil were kids, they would
ride all the way from their family home with their bikes to play
inside the old mansion. Most kids were scared of the old house, with
its broken windows and the old furniture that had thick layers of
dust on them, and the old smell. But not him and Vergil. After their
mother had died, and after a few days they had spent next to her
corpse, they had taken their only legacies they owned, the swords
Rebellion and Yamato, and brought them to the Victorian house, where
they hid the weapons. They had lived there for a couple of days
before it started snowing, and it took the police three more days to
find them there. They had lived in the orphanage for four years, and
it was good. At least he liked it there, but it never felt like home.
It felt like they were at a holiday camp, waiting for it to end and
to go home, but it never ended and their home didn't exist anymore.

When they grew
older, only a few weeks after their twelfth birthday, Vergil had
woken him up one night and told him that he was leaving. Of course,
he went with him. Vergil never really hated the orphanage, but he
knew that they didn't belong there; that they were different, and
that no one would come to pick them up and bring them into another
family, like it happened to other kids. Vergil knew they were alone,
and would always be. It wasn't like they could live there forever. It
was only a matter of time before they had to leave. So Vergil decided
to cut it short and just left. His plan was to live at the old
mansion, but over the years the place had changed. The city became
rotten and the house was overfilled with junkies and homeless people,
maybe some prostitutes. They couldn't live there, so they just made
sure that their weapons were still at their place and fled to the
city. But they would still visit the old mansion, dig out the swords
and practice in the old backyard underneath large oak trees.

But all of this
was a long time ago.

He stopped a
couple of feet away from the house. There were no lights, of course,
since the old mansion didn't even have electricity back then when he
and Vergil were children. It was completely dark, as if nothing was
going on, but he knew better; Hazel wouldn't lie.

"If it's a
trap, then why are we going there?" Nero asked him as he closed
the door quietly to the car and went around the hood.

Dante swung
Rebellion over his shoulder. "Aren't you curious as to who's so
desperately in love with you that he even put a bounty on you to get
you?"

He could see
through the dark how Nero's Adam's apple moved as he swallowed hard.
"I don't think it'll be that simple, Dante."

"You're just
scared that I'll slaughter more demons than you, and we both now I am
gonna slaughter more of those bastards than you ever will." He
grinned while Nero ripped the bandages off his demonic arm, who hid
it from curious eyes. The flesh was glowing in a soft blue.

"Yep,
definitely some demons around here," he told Dante and drew Red
Queen before he scratched his nose.

They stopped at
the garden gate that once must have been white. Dante didn't bother
to open it and swung his legs over the small fence.

"I can't
hear anything," Nero whispered as Dante drew Rebellion, sneaking
slowly to the entrance door.

"I can't
smell them neither. Usually they reek of foul eggs and death,"
Dante added before he laid his hand on top of the doorknob. He looked
over his shoulder to eye Nero.

"You ready
to party, kid?"

Dante opened the
door, and nothing happened. No trap, no demons, nothing. He slowly
entered the dark room.

"I knew you
would come."

The man was
sitting in the middle of the room with the unlit fireplace at his
back. Years ago it must have been a beautiful living room, filled
with life, laughter and many memories of those families who had lived
there, but not anymore. Dante's gaze immediately found a dark spot on
one of the walls... More than twenty years ago he had hit his head
there while he and his brother had trained with their swords against
their mother's will, and blood had splattered against the wall. Now
it was only a dark brown stain.

His eyes turned
back to the man. He had long white hair that fell in waves around his
body. He wore old Japanese clothes that reminded him of those samurai
movies he liked to watch when he was a kid. The fabric was a dark
blue, and at his feet he wore thin black shoes that looked like they
were made out of linen.

In his right hand
he held a cane, the hand-piece looking like a hissing snake made out
of gold.

There were no
other demons visible, but Dante knew they were here. Something wasn't
right. He dropped his sword so the tip of the blade would point at
the floor. He could see that Nero did it as well as he stopped behind
him.

"How could I
say no?" Dante asked him with a bright grin as he took one step
forward before he was near enough to raise his sword again. If the
man would try to get up, his blade would cut right through his
throat.

"Why so shy?
Come here," the man said, ignoring Dante's words as he looked at
Nero. He lifted one hand and used one of his fingers to shove Dante's
sword away. "This is not necessaryy my friend." But Nero
didn't buy it.

"What do you
want from me?" he demanded to know, as the knuckles of his hand
that was holding the sword turned white. A thin layer of sweat was
showing on his forehead.

"I only want
Yamato."

"Why?"

"I'm here to
help you. I mean no harm. I'm trying to prevent great evil that is
about to happen." His voice and words were smooth, like he was a
grandfather talking to his grandsons as if he wanted to know what
they wished for Christmas.

"Did you
send that demon after me, back in Fortuna? Are you the master it
spoke of?" Nero took another step forward, anger showing in his
voice.

He frowned. "I
did not."

"Bullshit!"
Nero barked.

"But I'm
afraid of who sent this demon," he continued, ignoring Nero's
swearing.

"What's this
all about?" Now it was Dante who was speaking. After all, Yamato
was his brother's sword, so he had a right to know, too.

"Nero, I'm
afraid I'm not the only one after you and the son of Sparda. It is
true, I want Yamato."

"What for?
To open the Gate to Hell again?" Dante's voice was sharp as a
blade, all the hurt swung within it as he was reminded of the night
he had killed his brother.

"I know that
you restored the sword, boy. I know that it is within your demonic
arm. But you shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't have restored
the sword."

He drew a deep
sigh and rose slowly from his chair. He moved like an old man but
Dante was sure that he wasn't what he acted like. This man was
dangerous.

"No, I don't
want to open the Hellgate. No. I would never do such evil. But there
are those who want it. Who want to gain more power. "

He paused and
stepped in front of the boy. "Tell me, do you still hear his
voice?"

Dante could see
how Nero's expression turned into shock. "How do you know about
that?"

"He's still
talking to you, isn't he. He's getting stronger. Did the dreams start
yet?"

Nero's face went
gray. "Yes..." he whispered, and a loud clatter was heard
as he wasn't strong enough anymore to hold Red Queen.

"He's
restoring his old self. Those dreams you have, they're..."

"Memories,"
Nero breathed.

The man smiled a
toothless smile. "Yes. Yes they are. It's only a matter of time
when he begins to take over you, and tries to leave your body."

Nero's face
lightened a little bit before it went dark again. "What you're
saying, that this voice... that there's someone... you mean inside
me?"

"Wait a
minute, time out guys!" Dante stepped between the two men,
looking at them. "What the hell's going on here?"

"Dante..."
The old man looked him straight in the eyes. "Why did you gave
Nero the Yamato?"

The question hit
him more than any demonic blow could ever do. Before he could open
his mouth to answer, the man continued:

"I tell you
why, because every time you look at the boy you see someone else.
Isn't that right?"

He knew he was
right; there was no way to deny it. And then it hit him with full
force. The old mansion. It was his and Vergil's place. No one knew
about its meaning besides him, but maybe he was wrong. Like as he
said to Nero, this wasn't a coincidence. No, it wasn't.

"Vergil..."
he whispered, and the man nodded.

"Yes. It's
Vergil's soul that rests within the boy."

So he's still
alive?

"Who's
Vergil?" Nero asked, dumbfounded.

"Dante's
brother," the man answered before he could.

"I have the
soul of his brother in me?"

"Yes."

"But you
said he's getting stronger, that he'll be strong enough to leave my
body soon. So that's good, right?"

Dante scoffed.
"You wanna know something, kid? I killed my brother. Not only my
brother, but my twin. My own flesh and blood. It was the only way to
stop him, and now I'm learning that parts of him are still alive and
soon to be free? No, that's not a good sign. With Vergil involved, it
never is."

"Oh..."

Yeah... oh.

"Correct,"
the man said. "But, Nero, you have to understand something. If
Vergil leaves your body, your own soul is going to break. You and him
are connected; your souls share the same host. You can't just
separate them. It's not that simple."

"You
mean..."

"Vergil is a
part of you, just as you are a part of him. But Vergil is strong. He
would survive, but you..." He didn't finish; he knew Nero could
paint the picture without his words.

But Dante needed
to hear the truth. He turned to look at Nero.

"If Vergil's
strong enough to leave your body, you'll die."
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