Truth, Dare and Demons

Vergil knew that in order to exact a plan of worth he would need to take his time, to make sure that he had everything in place for doubts to continue to be fed to Nero. He could not waver Dante, too much history would mean that he could never get Dante into a position of vulnerability unless he used the friends and loved ones around him.

The asylum provided him with the first thing he needed, a patient so blank and desperate she would do anything and live any lie to be free. Vergil told her what she needed to know exactly, her name was Rose, she would see her son and that she would be glad to be free after all these years. The woman believed it too, making the transition into the newly found mother of Nero an easier task than he had expected, it was very fortuitous. However he had to make sure he kept her sufficiently under his direction in case the stupid thing broke his rouse.

Rose was put into a house that Vergil gained by removing the former occupant and letting her find the bottom of the river, the documents were adapted and Rose was given a place that Vergil was sure would last long enough for his plans to form into fruition, he hoped at least anyway.

Vergil wanted his sword and he wanted to be back on top, Dante was weak willed, too humane and it angered him that someone he was twinned with could not see the advantage of using that power... gah it was all old hat, Vergil knew it was pointless to stew over it now. In the end he got up and went out for a walk, pondering if he needed to kill Nero or simply bring him around. That of course would all depend on Nero and his “love” for that idiot brother of his.

Vergil relaxed on the sofa, watching as the woman set to preparing for her 'son', blindly she went through chores. Vergil watched the news on the television, some war of religious idiocies in one country, a fight over civilian rights in another. He smirked, all of it was utterly pointless and if he could just get Nero to help him lock Dante away they'd prove it. As women went she wasn't at all ugly but Vergil wasn't remotely interested, the closest he had got to finding a female humanoid acceptable was Trish or Lady but then both of them turned out to be weak and useless too.

Nero and Trish came to the orphanage at the time the letter had suggested, Vergil had made sure the stupid woman had been told enough times and repeated it enough that he felt it was believable. Nero was with Trish, both of them wary and alert but they were met with the woman that had apparently written the letter. She looked tired, and small, Nero looked at Trish who was already watching for any signs of Vergil. She could not sense nor see any however and it made her even more confused. Surely if this was Vergil's doing he'd want to be there to see it.

Nero sat and listened to her, about how she hadn't really known Vergil very well or for long. She blamed herself for it, said she had left him at the orphanage because she wasn't well. The truthful part about being locked away in the asylum and not knowing anything for the last twenty years had Nero convinced of her story, Trish had to admit that if she was lying she was extremely good at it. Nero had a lot to think about, he told her he wanted to see her again, Rose told him where she lived and the awkward goodbye was made.

“Nero...” Trish stopped him before he could speak. “Do some more investigating before you get too convinced, promise me?”

“I will...” Nero looked at her. “Because I don't like the idea that it is true... it's... well it's very, very complicated if that's the case isn't it?”

“In a nutshell, fuck yes.” Trish nodded. “You need to speak to Dante about it. Do not bottle it up, if this isn't dealt with properly the whole lot will destroy you both. You got that?”

“Yes mom.” Nero smirked a little and for his cheek got a playful clip around the ear.