so it is better to speak knowing we were never meant to survive
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“You’re up early,” Nero said, glancing out the window. The sun had long since risen, but Kyrie had been excused from school thanks to her new work as a fancy singer for the Order. She studied on her own, these days. At home? Nero was suddenly very aware of the fact that he had no idea what she did with her life.
“You’re just late,” Kyrie said with a little shake of her head. She seemed to realize she was holding the apple and carried it over to the sink to rinse it. “Skipping work?”
“Considering it.” Nero watched her thin fingers sweep over the apple. Were her wrists thinner than usual? Impulsively, he said, “put the apple back. I made you breakfast.”
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nero skips work.
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waiting for the wind to wash the words away by LostChanceTo
Fandoms: Devil May Cry (Gameverse)
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Nero blinked down at the top of Kyrie's head. He didn’t know what he had expected from her; she was his oldest friend, the only one to stand by him when he was angry and disruptive. Even his friends in the Order had distanced themselves after a while, too wary to be seen near a loose canon like Nero.
“Demons killed your parents.” Nero’s voice sounded small even to himself. Kyrie straightened off his shoulder with a heavy sigh, like the small movement took more effort than it actually did. Kyrie met Nero’s eyes, lips pursed. “They ruined your life.”
“They did,” Kyrie allowed, “they have nearly cost me everything.”
“Then how can you say we?” Nero looked down at his devil bringer, the glowing claws, the vibrant scales. He clenched it into a tight fist. “I am. . .”
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nero and kyrie talk after the savior incident. title from Skywriter by Dirt Poor Robins.
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“Needed something?” Dante asked.
“Just looking in,” Lady said. “You haven’t called me up since the Savior Incident—thought I’d swing by, see what you were trying to hide.”
“Just drinking,” Dante said, even though Lady had kinda figured that was what he was doing. It was the wrong time of year for it, though. All Dante’s worst anniversaries were sort of clumped together.
Lady looked around at the bottles. She nudged one with her finger, watched as it toppled over on the wooden floor. Dante didn’t seem drunk still, which meant that despite the number of bottles surrounding them, they hadn’t had a high enough alcohol content to keep him drunk through his little nap. Usually a good sign.
“I can’t let all these bottles go to waste,” Dante said after another moment.
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He always imagined a daughter. She would have his father’s white hair and milky blue eyes, but she would have Morgan’s face; maybe she would have Vergil’s frown; maybe she would have Morgan’s sly little smile.
Nonsensically, he hoped she was taller than he was; she would get crap for it, but maybe that meant that immature men who couldn’t see the power in her frame wouldn’t attempt to use her. He hoped she was shorter than he was; that when she came to him scared for comfort, she would fit perfectly in his arms and be reassured.
Occasionally he entertained himself between fits of torture by attempting to name her. Maybe Antigone, who guided her blind father until his death. Maybe something honoring Kundalakesi, who killed her husband who tried to kill her. Or maybe Hel, or something like it, who will bring the end of the world.
Vergil never once imagined he would have a son.
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Patty decided based on what little she’d seen of them that she trusted them. There were worse ways to treat your business partners, and Patty had the misfortune of being witness to those types. Nero seemed to be patient and kind enough. And Nico was drop dead gorgeous and smart as hell to boot.
She could use that. In a place like Devil May Cry, where no one really took care of themselves, Nero and Nico seemed like they would be on her side.
Plus, they were around her age. The importance of that literally could not be understated.
“You have to understand,” Patty said, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one foot, “that first of all, Dante cares a lot about you, ok? Even if he doesn’t tell you about anything.”
“Sure,” Nero said, but his ears were visibly turning red in front of her.
“And secondly,” Patty continued, “I can really only tell you what I know, and what I know isn’t everything. Just what I’ve seen and the couple things I’ve been told, and what I’ve found out on my own.”
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Patty explains some things.
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Vergil sighed through his nose.
“What’s wrong with you?” Dante asked. Vergil could’ve sworn he was dead asleep.
“From Storm, by Hildeguard Flanner,” Vergil said, looking back down at the folder in his lap,
And there the monster rages and proclaims
That he was god before all other gods were born“Had I read the poem before we went to Hell, I could’ve said that directly to Mundus,” Vergil said, “can you imagine his face?”
Dante laughed. He looked up from where he had his head cushioned on his arms. “Bro, I would pay good money to watch you say that to his face. Wanna go resurrect him just to see?”
He means that, Vergil thought, he legitimately means that.
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Vergil adjusts.
Title from Will Power by Henry Zolinsky
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It wasn’t like Nero was unused to angelos. He was used to them. He was, in fact, sick of seeing them everywhere. It was just that this was Patty, someone who was completely uninvolved with all that bullshit. Agnus hadn’t touched her, Urizen hadn’t touched her, and they both had been after Gilver’s time, hadn’t they?
“Kinda freaky, right?” Patty’s voice was out of place in the armor. Too happy, too gentle. The armor melted back into the ring, clawed glove going last. “I try not to use all of it, that’s why it just pops in and out like that. But I can do it if I have to.”
Why did Gilver’s armor look like the angelos? Nero scrambled for a reason or explanation. Agnus had based his experiments on a preexisting design, hadn’t he?
If Agnus already had the Yamato, and Gilver was a strange mirror reverse version of Vergil, how big of a leap was it to assume. . .
“Nero?”
He would be back in Fortuna this time tomorrow. From there it was only a matter of research.
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Five times Nero invited a Devil into his home and the one time he
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The demoness broke away, chest heaving. “What an honor to fight you.”
“Gonna surrender?” Nero said, tired himself. “I won’t even kill you.”
The demon tossed her head, eyes narrowed. “A surrender must be forced. Your strength is not yet overwhelming. Come and find me, then, if you wish me to be yours.”
She seemed to merge into the forest.
He wasn’t making it back this week, he already knew.
Lucia and Nico were holding the line on the other side. He would have to trust in them.
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The first day passed slowly. Kyrie tried not to chew on her own nails as she sang her way through the day. She got the kids up. Took them to school. Went to work in the office. Plotted and planned. Went home at five to find the bed empty and the kids all messing around. Put them to bed. Stayed up another hour making herself sick with worry. Went to sleep.
She snuck out for her lunch break, though.
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Nero goes to Hell, Kyrie keeps it together.
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Valentine's Day oneshots
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Vergil stared down at his book, but he wasn’t reading the words. On any other night, he would have already devoured the book and the information within.
Tonight, Vergil sat in an armchair in Nero’s house. It was so saturated with Nero’s power that Vergil almost wanted to tear the thing apart. It was only the knowledge of Fortuna’s precarious economic situation that kept Vergil from it, even as Nero’s children screamed and played with their granduncle Dante, filling the air with their shrill screams and Dante’s rich laughter. If Vergil was human—if he was still V—he might have gotten a migraine from all the noise.
Even the adults in the room were being loud. The women had all gathered on the other side of the living room, talking about something or other. The last Vergil had heard, they were discussing the best ways to kill a demon with no prep time.
The only quiet person in the house, aside from Vergil, was Nero. He sat at the coffee table by Vergil’s feet, his gun disassembled on the table in front of him. Vergil had been trying not to pay too much attention to him. He wasn’t sure what to say.
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vergil and nero talk
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“I don’t want you here,” Nero’s grandmother said. She ran a shaking hand through her hair and avoided Nero’s eyes.
Kyrie’s hand clenched around Nero’s. He knew without looking at her that her smile had taken on that pinched edge it always got when she couldn’t afford to be mad.
That was the thought that made his words come out steady. “I understand.”
His grandmother looked up at him and quickly glanced away again. Had she expected him to yell or fight her? He’d tried to tidy up before they left that morning, make himself look presentable.
This was almost worst than meeting Vergil for the first time. At least with Vergil, there had been other underlying issues. There was no excuse for Mrs. D’Angelo. She didn’t want to know him. It hurt—fucking hell, it hurt worse than he expected it to. But Nero could take it.
“I just want to know what happened to my mother,” Nero said.
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nero goes to find his mother with the help of his family
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“Yeah,” Angelina said, rolling her eyes, “because I’m just going to let her take my pencil and get away with. I said she could borrow it, not have it! It’s one of the good pencils, too.”
Nero nodded in agreement, ignoring the look Kyrie shot him. “No, I get it.”
“Thank you!” Angie said and turned to glare at Kyle. “See? I told you he’d get it.”
“I don’t think-”
Whatever Kyle had been about to say was cut off by an overwhelming flare of demonic energy. Nero was on his feet before he realized he was moving, his chair falling to the ground with a clatter. It wasn’t his father or uncle, and Trish was sharper, and Lucia almost void-like in her energy, and this was none of that.
It was like, if someone had taken a molotov and lobbed it into a gas leak. Sudden, all encompassing, and so overwhelming that Nero had to take a second to process.
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nero recieves a powerup
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