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"Fuck dude, get out of my way!" he yelled after a guy who was in his way. People were so annoying at times. He really wondered at times if his old fuckin 'dad was deliberately sending him out into the human world to get rid of him. Nero would sign that if he had to. He hated the guy anyway and he knew it was mutual. But he still did his chores, conscientiously. He did it for his mom, for no one else, and for his mom to be well, he had to obey. He touched his red amulet, his mother had given it to him when he was old enough to live alone. It was a family heirloom. Mom's brother had one too, his mother had told him as a child. It was the only thing his mom had left of his family. Now he took care, after all, he was the only family his mother had, he didn't count his father. His father was a general of Mundus, which gave Nero a high position, but otherwise he was an asshole.
He sighed, he should now concentrate on his task. A demon hunter had given them problems with their plans lately, and that was why he was in town. He should kill him. As if he had trouble killing people. He didn't have that much morality either, if his mother's life depended on it. He clicked his tongue, going over in his head what he knew about the hunter. White hair, long red coat and he knew how to use demonic weapons. He had grown up with all kinds of weapons since he was a child, he would kill him like anyone else, be it human or demon. He pushed his headphones back, at least human technology had something for itself, so he could at least hear his favorite music, at least as long as he was on earth. He would miss her so much in hell when he was back later.
"Devil May Cry." he read aloud, looking up at the sign. Here he was right, his informants had at least found out so much where this demon hunter lived. Not exactly hidden as he'd rather suspected. Man had to think a lot of himself when he was boasting. But when he thought about it like that, white hair, the person must be old. That he always had to do the dirty work when his father was too lazy to do it himself or to send others. It frustrated him that his father thought so little of him, but he was no better. Actually, he didn't care at all about Amdusia's opinion, not that of his mother. He loved telling her about his adventures when he was allowed to visit her. It's a shame that he couldn't free his mother as easily as he wanted, but his mum simply deserved better.
Nero rubbed his white hair, at least he hadn't inherited his father's blond hair but that of his mother. He shouldn't waste any more time and that's why he just opened the door to enter the Devil May Cry.
"God this looks shabby." disgusted, he pulled his nose up at the smell and what it looked like. Bottles, pizza boxes and laundry everywhere. Even his room was tidier there, maybe because he had noticed such a tidy up from his mother.
"How can you live here is worse than in hell." Nero grumbled to himself and pulled up his nose again.
"Don't judge my place." where did these words come from? He looked around and probably discovered the wanted demon hunter lying on the sofa with a magazine lying over his head.
"Why not? Looks like a dump." he answered and checked briefly whether he had all weapons with him. His two swords, one on his back, one on his waist, and guns that he had discovered for himself a few years ago. His father was so pissed off that he insisted on keeping them. But after he had proven that he could handle them, he was allowed to keep it. His 'father of the year' had only put a horde of demons on his neck to prove his skills. Asshole ...
"Are you Tony?" he asked now and kicked a box away from his feet, disgusted, did something crawl out of there? He stuck his tongue out briefly before focusing on the guy again.
"Who asks?" Nero rolled his eyes, couldn't the guy just say yes so he'd kill him afterward?
"Me. So are you Tony? If so, I need to clarify something with you." he said, drawing his sword by his hip.
"Yes, what do you want to clarify, do you have a job for me? Could use the money for the bills really well again ..." the guy on the sofa said to himself when Nero was already running towards him with drawn sword.
Nero didn't expect his attack to be blocked, but it was when he hit another sword that intercepted his attack.
"Shit." he exclaimed, it would really have been too easy.
"Kid. I don't really feel like a fight. I'll give you one more chance, get away, just leave me here in my stink." replied the demon hunter and Nero, of course he didn't listen.
"Sorry dude, but that's not possible." he growled back and watched the guy get up from the sofa and he inspected the sword more closely what had blocked his first attack. There was definitely something demonic about the blade, just like both of his.
"Then we'll just do it the old, familiar way." said the hunter bored and fixed him with a look.
"Come here kid." the other spoiled him and Nero attacked. He had never been known to first think and then act, even though his mother had really tried to teach him that.
"Why are you attacking me? If I may ask before I might die because of you kid." asked the coat wearer and Nero grunted disapprovingly where his attack was repelled again.
"Order from my father, you've killed too many demons lately." he replied, scowling at the guy. Somehow he looked familiar somehow ... but he couldn't think about it more precisely when the hunter finally attacked him and he now had to evade.
"A demon! Now you also have human-looking ones? I always learn new things at my age." the old man scoffed and attacked Nero again. Nero moved to the side, changed his swords his katana wouldn't do much here, he needed something more with power. Force against force, let's see who would win.
"Don't compare me to lowly scum." Nero growled back. He was not such a low demon and he would prove that to man.
After over an hour later and a destroyed office. Nero was lying on the floor, breathing hard. The human's blade was dangerously close to his throat and he growled that he had lost. He hadn't even been able to say goodbye to his mother and he regretted that now, he had taken the assignment too lightly.
"Why ... shouldn't I kill you now demon?"Ask the man, breathing hard too. Nero glared at the guy, grabbed his amulet for a moment to draw strength before he let his hand slide back to the side. He just had to stretch his fingers a little more and then he would be on one of his weapons.
"No, no guns kid. Tell me why I shouldn't kill you." and the demon hunter kicked his weapon out of range.
"You would regret it?" He didn't really think the guy would regret it, but he could give the answer a try.
"Regret killing a demon? No, keep trying." The blade buried lightly into his throat and Nero just growled again.
"Where did you get that?" Nero blinked as the blade disappeared from his neck and landed on his chest, shortly afterwards the man leaned forward and tried to get his amulet.
"Ey this is mine!" he yelled, trying to reach out to keep it from being stolen from him. But when the blade dug painfully into his flesh, he paused.
"Where did you get that?" the hunter asked the question again and this time he felt a dangerous aura around the man. Was he really completely human? Actually Nero was good at what he did, actually he had never real problems, but the guy had beaten him. That meant something.
"From my mother." because of that he uttered between clenched teeth.
The person stood still after the words and looked at the amulet more closely.
"You lie." he finally answered.
"I may be a demon, but why should I lie about it? Who is holding a blade right at my heart? I'm not that crazy." hissed Nero and would love to give the guy a punch.
"The person to whom the amulet belonged is dead." Nero blinked confused what was that guy saying?
"No, my mother is still alive." Nero answered confused and looked at the red coat wearer a little more closely. Apparently as long as he was talking and answering the guy's questions, he stayed alive and he wanted to stay alive!
"Your mother?" was the guy difficult to understand?
"Yes, my mom, she's still alive. She also has white hair like me and this has nothing to do with you." he growled back and was irritated when the sword disappeared from the hand of the demon hunter shortly afterwards, what was that supposed to mean?
"Vergil is alive." Nero blinked again, slowly feeling like the stupid here.
"How do you know my mother's name?" He slowly slipped back and sat up, he just didn't dare to reach for his weapons, but he kept an eye on them.
"Because I'm Vergil's brother." the demon hunter replied and pulled an amulet from under his shirt, which looked damned similar to his mother's.
"Fuck." it escaped Nero and he ran his hand through his hair.
"Yep. I would say that too." the man sat down on his desk after making room there.
"Catch Kid." then the amulet flew in his direction and he caught it.
"Tell me everything about my brother and why you wanted to kill me." Nero put his amulet back on, luckily the demon hunter hadn't broken it.
"Just ask me, it's easier, what do I know what you want to know." replied Nero and slipped in the direction of his first weapon and grabbed it, wanted to see if he would survive it.
"Don't worry, just collect your weapons. In a pinch I'll just beat you again. But damn kid, haven't had such a good fight in a long time, was about to be serious." replied the man and Nero just started to think he was crazy.
"Just ask." Nero only grumbled again, finally got up and gathered up his remaining weapons.
"Well, how did my brother survive?" Nero had expected everything possible, but such a simple question? Although maybe it wasn't that simple where he just sat down on the sofa, it was still the cleanest place here.
"As far as I had been told by my mother, after the demons had captured her, she came under Amdusia's supervision. At some point it turned out that she was an Omega. My fucking father took advantage of the fact and well ..." Nero was easy red around the ears at his thoughts.
"Somehow I got out at some point." he finished his sentence and rubbed the back of his head.
"My father is an ass, he only cares minimally about my mother that she survives." he hissed. Once stimulated to talk about it, he didn't stop so quickly.
"If I were only stronger I would free my mother and flee to earth with her. Only you can see it, I won't even defeat you." he grumbled the last words and crossed his arms over his chest pouting.
The older white-haired man nodded at Nero's words and was silent for a long time.
"Do you think we have a chance together?" Nero blinked confused, somehow he did that more often today.
"What? You want to go to hell and help me?" Nero thought it would be a good idea if his uncle would help him. Wasn't it his uncle? After a moment he nodded to himself, yes his uncle. He had found family, it was ironic that he almost killed them.
"You mean you wanted to be stronger to help your mother out of it, I want my brother back. So our desires overlap, so we do best together." a simple statement from the guy on the desk and after a moment's thought, Nero really didn't think the idea was bad.
"Well, I know my way around hell, after all, I've lived there for twenty years. You are strong, so it might work. We just need a distraction and a plan and the exact timing has to be right." he listed.
"And I have to make it to my mother without alarming the guards. So if you create a distraction, it should work." Nero knew his way to get to his mother's room. He could still claim he had his father's permission. Just whether everything would work out?
"Just call me Dante." the demon hunter finally introduced himself correct and looked in the direction of Nero.
"Nero, that's what my mom called me." He didn't want to be so rude either and mentioned it once.
"So Nero when should it start? I don't have anything better to do at the moment anyway." said Dante and Nero really thought he was more and more crazy.
"Not today, all my bones hurt thanks to you. I can take us to hell if we get going." he couldn't open portals like other demons, but he had an object that could. His father had given it to him when he got his first assignment to go to the human world. Damn it, how overwhelmed the world had been back then.
So many things had been new to him then, but by now he had mostly got used to them. He would rather live here than down in Hell, but he hadn't managed to do that before. But maybe his life would really change now.
"Then let's order pizza and plan, I'm hungry anyway." Dante words where he picked up the phone to dial the number of the delivery service shortly afterwards.
"A wish what shouldn't be on the pizza?" the question to Nero.
"Olives, otherwise I actually eat everything." He had eaten as often as possible in the human world lately, and it just tasted so much better than anything in hell. Nero listened as Dante ordered and in the meantime thought of a plan ... Let's see what his life would look like after he had freed his mother from hell, maybe he could then afford to think about himself. But first he owed it to his mother to save her, she had looked after him long enough.