#child!nero

In which Vergil finds himself being annoyed by a strangely active little boy on a winter day.

  This woman was new.  Unfamiliar.  The way she entered the house and seemed to just make herself at home put the child at unease.  Though, he knew his father and uncle were out, and the woman who he was normally left with also had a mission, the child couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure with this new person.  Even if it seemed his father and uncle were very familiar with her. 

His parent chuckled darkly. “Everything I do is in your best interest, kiddo. Now let me dispose of this... abomination. It’ll only end up harming you anyway.”

The whitette was on the verge of having a tantrum. “I hate you! You’re not my real dad!” He stomped over to his room and slammed the door to pout alone. The little iguana didn’t deserve to die at the hands of his foster father. “I hate you.” Nero mumbled again, not noticing the reptile as it crawled through the space beneath his door. Only when the lizard was in front of him did he calm down. “Lizzy?” He sniffled and held out a trembling hand to the cold blooded demon.