Devil Bringer

…Dad? It made the half-demon’s usually stoic face turn into one of shock. Surely the other was merely joking. There was simply no way that could be true. He’d left the woman so long ago that he could barely remember her face– yet her… his spawn was here before him? 

His shock turned to bemusement, raising the wooden blade as he addressed the other with a tone of disbelief. “I have no spawn. Don’t try to trick me.” He was lying, of course. Vergil was aware he had impregnated that woman so long ago but he couldn’t believe that they’d survived.

“Trick you? Nah. I’m not about that.No tricks here, had to deal with enough of that shit in the Order on Fortuna.” Nero rolled his eyes. Was it really so hard to believe? Dante assumed as much within like 10 minutes of meeting him.

Red Queen and– jesus Christ. He scratches at his head, sighing.

“Alright I….hate how cool that sounds. Dammit.” Another sigh. But he does hand over the Smith & Wesson to take a look at. 

“You gonna open a shop here?”

Nero took the gun gently and started going over it. “Same brand as Blue Rose.” He muttered. He took a moment to take aim then let it fall and dropped it back into the other’s hands.

Deborah didn’t even expect to have an audience. Only one person, but it still definitely caught her off guard. Especially the tiny robot she was working on. It twitched and whirled its arms, but then goes about doing its own little thing. “uh…yeah, I sure did.” Deborah’s eyeing the other, judging him from head to toe. “You got an eye for robots or somethin’, kid?” who knew if he was older or not. he looked young compared to her and so he had to be a child, right?

“Haven’t thought of a name yet.Y’wanna give it a name?”

“Mechanics in general.” Nero said with a small shrug. “Mostly guns and engines over robotics, but my friend Nico is into anything even vaguely mechanical and she’d love this little guy.” He knelt down a bit so he could see the robot a little better.

Vergil paused in his walk, turning to look back at the person that so blatantly addressed him as if they knew each other. Perhaps they did, if they so brazenly spoke of his brother to him. Yet he didn’t have the faintest clue of who this person could be. 

“If I see my brother again, I’ll have his head on my wall as a trophy,” he replied, a blunt but truthful statement. He didn’t have any reason to not despise Dante. “The more important question is who you think you’re speaking to, child.” 

Child? Rude. Nero wasn’t a child anymore. He ran his own branch of Devil May Cry, owned a van and a house, and everything. Granted he and Kyrie were broke most of the time. But that was fine.

An eng–

“An engine to your sword? Why the fuck? A sword ain’t a chainsaw!” 

That’s the first thing. The second,

“Blue rose, the gun blade?”

Nero waved a hand and shrugged. “That’s a show and tell for when I actually get Red Queen back.”

It’s a good thing he didn’t just come for that, because Badou’s lips part to tell him to fuck off for a split second. 

He tips  his head, quizzically.

“You a gun kinda guy or something? Gunslinger?”

“Somethin’ like that.” Nero shrugged. “More of a mechanics fan with a special interest in guns. Don’t have it on me, clearly, but I made my own, Blue Rose, a while back.” 

“Are you shittin’ me?” Nero muttered. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, he jogged over to Vergil. He hadn’t expected to see him here and honestly didn’t really know how to react but hey he would try. Play it cool, Nero.

“Hey, Old man!” Like hell he was going to call him dad. That’d be weird. “Gettin’ along with Dante recently?” Probably not. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t mess with him about it.

“Smoking will kill ya, ya know.” Though, he probably did know that. Most people who smoked knew that already. He couldn’t help but comment though. Nico would have laid him flat for it.

Nero hummed quietly to himself as he wandered through the streets of the city. It seemed pretty calm, all things considered. And he couldn’t say he was too upset about having a break from demon fighting. Though he would have preferred if that break had been at home with Kyrie. Still, here he was so he might as well make the most of it.

He was just about to turn a corner when he saw a what looked like a neat little robot. He slowed his steps then jogged over. “Hey, look at this little guy!” Nico would love it. He looked at the girl who it seemed to belong to. “Did you make this?”