ＢＲＥＡＫＥＲ.

Gently he rubbed at the younger demon’s back, trying to calm him. "I know, I know… I’m sorry I put you through that…” One didn’t have to be a mind reader to know that Nero had thought Vergil dead for all these years. The Blue Devil really didn’t want to answer where he had been or what had happened to him. For his own sanity he would keep it vague. “I was captured… When I went to confront Mundus, I…failed and he took me captive… I don’t remember much of anything after that…” While it wasn’t entirely the truth it wasn’t entirely a lie either. There were bits of his time being tortured and as Nelo Angelo that he didn’t fully remember. “I’m not even sure how I escaped him… The last thing I remember is a gate opening before me and someone picking me up before I lost consciousness…” Really he had no idea how long he had been gone but seeing Nero now gave him some idea. Vergil pulled back enough to place a hand on Nero’s cheek. “I’m sorry… I don’t plan on leaving you ever again…”

⌠❖⌡ Luckily for you Vergil the young devil wasn't going to press for more details than what was willingly spoken, as he had his own dealings that he didn't want to speak about nor bring up any time soon either... For instance, what he's done for all the years he and his father have been apart and how only after spending a couple of months with Dante he had run away from the man clad in red. That was something he wasn't looking forward to explaining either, but, for the time being, he didn't want to think about it, hearing the short less detailed version of what happened was more than enough and he could not help but to wonder... If he hadn't been the reason Vergil had gone if that wouldn't have happened, the last thing he wanted to know was it was his fault his father was brought so much pain. 

The pain in his own chest was gone now that Nero’s body was healed. He hadn’t quite realized that it had been very hard to breathe up until this point. Even knowing that Nero was healed Vergil wasn’t surprised that it took the younger demon a moment to get to his feet. Shock would keep anyone from moving. He himself wasn’t sure if he could move very well so he wasn’t about to rush his son. When Nero hugged onto him Vergil didn’t care if he got hurt. He didn’t care if he was sluggish. He hugged the boy tightly, very suddenly fighting back tears.

"I’m so sorry, Nero… I’m so sorry I left you…” The older demon was racked with guilt and it showed in his voice. But now Vergil had him back and did not plan on leaving him alone again.

The Blue Demon felt Nero’s life surge back into him. Thank whatever gods he didn’t believe in. A slow blink left him when he felt the power shift in his son and he finally looked over to him. The surprise that ran through him when he saw Yamato suddenly repair itself was enough it brought the rest of his body back to movement. However, he was not at all surprised that the blade prioritized Nero over himself. The blade was saving him further by giving him more power. Another blink at Nero’s words. Those were his own that Nero had heard. Clearly he had projected to the boy while he was trapped in the Underworld despite not meaning to.

Carefully, as he didn’t know how well his body would listen to him, Vergil shifted up onto his elbows to watch Nero and Yamato go to work: dispatching the armors that felt all too familiar and driving off Agnus. A glare settled on that fake angel. Vergil was going to remember him and hunt him down later. Seeing Nero drop after all that made his body sit up fully, a little startled by this. Thankfully it settled when Nero looked back to him. With the dust settled Vergil’s heart ached for a new reason… "Nero…”

⌠❖⌡ With his normal hand placed to his chest to feel where he had just been stabbed through mere moments ago repeatedly, it was a shock to feel nothing as if the wounds never occurred in the first place was this his demon half coming through? It must have been otherwise he should have been dead right now, devil arm gripping Yamato's hilt with his shock at the forced Devil Trigger the sight of the Avatar's arms beside him was still something his brain was attempting to process. Not leaving the ground for a few moments longer, it was not until he heard his name spoken that he snapped back into reality and remembered he was currently staring at Vergil. 

"Dad..." While he wasn't hurting physically it was the phantom pain that kept him from standing just for a little while, but, his urge to stand and go to his father soon won out over such a phenomenon and he didn't waste a moment of time. For the moment he neared the older devil he wrapped both arms around Vergil, burying his face within the other's shoulder gently as to not hurt him further. 

None of the noise seemed to stir the stasised demon. Nothing reached him. Not the battle, not the ravings of Agnus. Not even Nero shattering the glass to get to the horrid scientist that held Vergil captive. It wasn’t until the young demon was pinned to the wall that Vergil visibly flinched in his ‘sleep’. Why was this? Father and son had a connection that made Vergil feel every bit of Nero’s physical pain. The more intense it was the more pain Vergil would feel. The second bout of pain was what woke the dormant Devil. “…Nero…” Something was happening and he had to stop it.

The third and final intense pain he felt in his chest made his tail form around him. The sharp, strong scaled appendage slammed into the glass covering him and the operating table, the tip of it piercing it like it was butter. The cover shattered as Vergil pushed with his tail and was enough to startle Agnus’s attention away from Nero. Weak though he was, Vergil reached out to his son, projecting himself into the boy’s fading mind. He refused to lose his son again. Not now, not ever. “Nero… You’re stronger than this… Fight… Fight it…! I know you can…!” He spoke aloud from both his dazed state and just in case he didn’t quite reach Nero maybe he could hear Vergil.

⌠❖⌡ While the dark feeling of heavy water was more than just overwhelming, body desiring nothing but to let go for the release from the pain searing through every fiber of his very being. It was the sound of a voice he knew better than anything else in this world, a heartbeat resounds within his own ears as his devil arm began to glow and even soon clenched in what could only be defiance. No, he won't let it happen again he had lost his father for by far too long, he wasn't going to bring him further pain by leaving him with no one else in this world. Teeth grinding the glow within his arm increased and soon the sword within its suspected half-broken state resounded with this, slowly coming back together it snapped back into perfect place and flew out of its containment into the young devil's hand. 

Deep within the castle that the Order of the Sword called its base, a blade floated in a kind of stasis in the middle of the hidden laboratory. Unfortunately, the blade was snapped in two and thus served little purpose until it was whole again. It was uncertain how it was there given that it had been locked away in the Underworld for so long. Even more curious was the man that was held in a similar stasis next to it. The white haired man lie on an operating table completely unconscious. The scientist that held both knew exactly whom this man was. In fact, most of the high ranking Order members did. It was Vergil. The eldest of the sons of Sparda, twin to Dante, and owner of the broken blade.

For the sake of the Order it was best that the Blue Devil remained weakened and unconscious. He had been here the same amount of time as his blade, having been gathered with it. Even so the wounds he bore were still there. Whatever had been done to this man was beyond imagination to keep a would for so long. The stasis likely kept the wound from healing as well but it kept him alive at the same time. The Order had plans for Vergil… So it was best he remained this way. They didn’t need Dante thanks to this glorious find.

⌠❖⌡ While he had been dispatched to chase down to chase after the man in red by Credo, one he knew all too well but refused to accept who it truly was due to implications in the past he could not bring himself to forget or forgive in the least. Who would have thought the Order would have had a place like this hidden within this castle, there were strange things here but he hadn't started to fully question them until reaching the containment room. A large glass window separated this room from the next and soon enough he saw the man behind this whole place's very existence, some banter here, some threats there and soon enough Agnus moved out of the way of a certain 'sight' that he recognized without fail. Freezing in place for a moment or so it was hard for the young man to take what he was seeing as fact, there was no way after so long that... 

No, there was no doubt about it that snapped in half-sword and even despite that man in obviously status had rather fluffy hair there was no denying it, the blue outfit was also a dead giveaway as well and it caused the rage to build up within the younger man as his devil hand clenched into a fist. "I don't care what you're doing here, BUT LET HIM GO!" Past the breaking point and after a long fight with by far too many demon blades coming at him he finally managed to break through the glass, going so far as to try and take Agnus down with Red Queen but... Only to be distracted by what the man was saying and struck in the chest by that damnable soul armor and pinned to the wall. It hurt, it was the first time he had ever had something run through his chest before only to be pinned to the wall shortly after, is this what a pinned up butterfly felt like? 

Not a primal? He wasn’t human either despite how close he looked to one. “You do not know what a primal beast is? Tell me, where are you from?” Perhaps he was from the other side of the Basin, but that wouldn’t make sense either. He definitely wasn’t an astral either. “Hm…”

⌠❖⌡ "No, I've never heard of a Primal Beast before, the only creatures I know about are demons." Though he's not sure if the other would even know what those were, considering he didn't call him that in the first place even with that devil arm of his out in plain and visible view. Through at the question of where he's from, one look around told the half-devil that just saying it really wouldn't help the other...

        Alright.     So… Either this person is disappointed in this find or… They’re disappointed in this find. Maybe even paid to come here and pretend to? Care about this place?

        “ … . Aye. It is.”  Piers replies, giving a gentle scritch to the chin of the galarian linoone draped around his shoulders.

       “Who might be askin’, mate?”

⌠❖⌡ The voice caught the young devil off guard from how he froze in place for a moment or so, only to turn his head and stare in what is apparent shock and bewilderment. "Wait--Piers!?" This was really real, right? This wasn't a dream? Quite visibly he pinched his own arm decent enough to leave a red mark, one that if you thought about it enough was too harsh to be from a normal human being but things were going pretty quickly. "Oh--My name is Nero..." Slight deflation in his excitement only from the bewilderment, he looks around and then spots the Galarian Linoone. 

⌠❖⌡ Going through a Hellgate always had varying effects you never know what the outcome was going to be, in this case, the last thing he expected to see was a world full of... Pokemon!? Oh, he could get used to being in this world very easily, pokemon was one of his favorite games to play after all and being here in the world itself could be considered a dream come true. Though, he wasn't quite sure if it was exactly like the games were, which lead to the young devil wandering around almost aimlessly till he ended up at a certain city he knew fairly well from playing Pokemon Sword. 

"Is this... Spikemuth?"

“Clearly you aren’t with them, so for now yes.” It wasn’t long after that he returned the favor slashing away at the beasts that tried to slash Nero from behind. Once those were dealt with red hues shifted to the other’s arm and he seemed to mull something over in his mind all while watching Nero. “I cannot say that I have met a primal like you before.”

     A responding ‘WOOOOO’ left the hacker as the other showed off his moves. “Heeeells yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!” Not wanting to be thought as one who didn’t dance, he did one of his own after the other. “Wrench style, baby!”

Something seems to take off from the ship in the distance. After a flash there is a blast of light power that slams into some of the creatures missing Nero as if on purpose. The multi-winged being vanishes from sight a moment before reappearing beside Nero and attacking the creatures with his blade.

Guardians of the Galaxy | @reysonsmanymuses​

"There are two types of beings in the universe, those who dance, and those who do not." From Wrench because he wants to be a shit.

⌠❖⌡ "Good thing I'm not one of those that don't dance then!" To prove this he starts dancing right where he was standing, stepping back and forth while even music seems to come out of nowhere as he does the final pointing pose. 

Guardians of the Galaxy | @the-thread-of-muses​

“You are horrifying to look at, yes.“ Diavolo no don't talk to a Demon Killer --

⌠❖⌡ What the hell? One moment he was heading through a hell gate and the next here in a strange place, there were creatures that appeared to be akin to demons but did not cause his devil arm to glow... There was no visible way back to where he had arrived from either, no matter whatever tricks were being thrown his way he could deal with them for the most part. ... Wait a second, is that a giant flying ship in the distance? "What the fuck..." Spoken under his breath, the young devil has no idea if anyone else is nearby right now.