How about Nr.4 and the fake title I'm giving you is: The Amber Call from Tomorrow
what would this fic be about, based on the title? (asker provides fake fic title) (x)
Okay okay... after about five minutes brainstorming I thought about an introspective of how pre-DMC4 Nero, who has his terrifying new and is trying to hide it under a guise of a broken arm. He looks back to all the signs in the past. His strange white hair. His above average strength, even without working out. The way that every injury he's ever had, from the tiniest papercut from his half done homework, to the time he smashed his face when he fell out of a tree, heals itself in a inhumanly short time.
Inhuman... That word scares him. He's always been different, he knows, a bit of an outsider on this insular island, but never has he ever thought of himself as anything other than human. Until now. His arm begins to glow an unearthly blue light that seems to cut through the darkness of his tiny little Order bedroom, searing his eyes.
Could he possibly not be human? He thinks about his past, about how he's been taught in both school, and Order training, about how demons work. How they change their form under great stress, to better fight back. And what had caused his arm to mutate rapidly? A demon attack. But those things were a dime a dozen in Fortuna, he'd dealt with things dozens of times. No, what had been different was that Kyrie was in danger. That what had stressed him out, what probably caused this abomination to appear.
He thinks back to some of the demon attacks he's fought recently, in the vicinity of Fortuna Castle, ones he's been assigned to kill. His superiors claim that these individual demons are incredibly dangerous, but they seem rather easy to take down. Their attacks are feeble, flailing around more out of fear than anger. And most unnerving of all... they look and feel familiar. There was something in their eyes, a touch of humanity...something he felt a kinship with. A cold dread settles in his stomach. Were these 'demons' once humans? Humans like him? Was he just on an earlier stage before he transforms into something like that? The blue arm momentarily shifts to a deep purple, and then to a red the shade of molten lava. It angers him. He's not a demon he thinks to himself. He's just a perfectly normally human guy, barely an adult. He's a guy who, while he might not believe that the Saviour guy everyone here worships, he still loves and cherishes it, and all the people who live here. Fredrico, the local gelato store owner, Bianca, the woman that sells flowers on the corner. Even Dominic, the guy that always seemed to question his unknown parentage. He loves the memory of Cecilia and Enrico, the closest things he had to parents, their kindness and generosity to him. He loves their son, the ever dutiful Credo, whose devotion to Fortuna outdoes even his own, (although he loves the exacting dress code standards he enforces a bit less.) But most of all, he loves Kyrie, her voice, her beauty, her selfless soul that has always been there for him, a lighthouse in the emotionally turbulent waters of his psyche. He pulls out the necklace he has scrimped and saved his paychecks to buy. He's been intending to give it to her sometime in the future, but with the whole arm incident, he's ... been a bit distracted. It glitters in the light of his arm, which has now shifted to a colour he hasn't seen before, a warm rich amber. The light calms and soothes him. Whatever happens in the future, it will be alright. After her performance at the Festival of the Sword, he'll give it to her, and them reveal his new appendage. He knows that she won't forsake him. He looks up to see the light barely illuminating the clock on his nightstand, and to his horror, he realizes that the Festival Ceremony will start in about five minutes. Cursing his tardiness, he wraps his arm back up in a makeshift cast, and bolts out the door and into the amber light of late after noon. So distracted about how to sneak into the cathederal without being caught, he doesn't seem to notice the figure in red, watching him with interest from one of the rooftops.















