Truth, Dare and Demons

Vergil sat outside near the DMC on top of the gas station forecourt top, he sipped on the pumpkin spiced latte and watched as at 4am that morning Dante headed out on patrol. He noted Dante was travelling light, a thought to intercept him came to mind, but this was a long play game.

Dante nipped out, so Vergil followed via the rooftops at a distance, he passed Nero's place and Kyrie's... he even bypassed some of his old customers on his route. Vergil scoffed, he was just too damned concerned for people.

Vergil returned home,the human had cleared up and left him food. Vergil opened the top of the bowl and sniffed, it was a hefty casserole, he was going to ignore it at first but the smell was very good. He heated it up and sat down, by the end of the meal he had to admit as oddball as his placement victim was, she did a good meal.

He paced around, Dante was going to be alert and Nero too but Kyrie may not be. She knew nothing about it and toyed with the idea of taking her kidnap but even Trish would stick her nose in. For some reason the weak human singer had caught their hearts, no it was better to do this a step at a time and stop being distracted by easy but obvious side tracks.

Dante headed home, none-the-wiser, passed out on the sofa in the office with Agni and Rudra bitching away. It was a dull hum of arguing that he was familiar with and the noise helped him get to sleep quickly. The next day however he woke to see a young man stood in front of him at the desk. He had only just arrived, Dante sluggishly sat up and then sat up far more awake. The man in front looked just like Nero, only with black hair and brown eyes...

“um... Devil May Cry.” He stood up and offered out his hand. “I am err.. Dante...”

“Yeah, hi.” The man shook his hand. “I was, I mean, this is going to sound weird... I am looking for a guy called Nero and was told you might be able to help me?”

“I guess... what for?”

“I think he is my brother.” He told him nervously, Dante motioned for him to sit, so he complied. “I am Aurelio and all I know is that I was one of the two of a family that was left to a church orphanage, my brother was the young of the two. He was split from me and until recently I had no news but I saw his name linked with this place in a news report.”

“He does come this way.” Dante nodded, he looked at him, well this was crazy...

“Could I leave him my number?” Aurelio asked a little nervous with all the weaponry around. He handed him a card too.

“Hey.” Dante suddenly had a moment. “Did you know your mothers name?”

“No...” Aurelio said softly. “I was only little at the time too but I was hoping we might be able to work out the reasons we were left.”

Dante nodded in understanding, he promised he would let Nero know about him and Aurelio left with the air of someone that felt more hopeful. If Rose couldn't tell Nero about the brother they had a secret hand with which to catch out Vergil too. Dante WANTED it to be that, their relationship had grown enough on him to want more, now he could plot with Nero to use the information to their advantage.

Dante took the card, closed up the shop and headed out immediately, Nero would really want this lead about his past. Nero groggily let him in, he had been up early to visit the church and leave Kyrie a small letter in the hopes they could reconcile a friendship. He let him in and Dante went into an animated explanation and he expressed just how similar Aurelio looked many times.

“It is an unusual name for this area, so there might be a way to get more information through him I admit.” Nero mused. “If he is my brother then I may have direct bloodline link...” He smiled a little.

Dante's smile widened, if Vergil and he hadn't been separated and took such different lives it could have been a good ending for them. He also wanted it to work out, but he did worry about what Aurelio might make of the demonic bloodline. Dante chided himself for being pessimistic, and then looked at Nero... he preferred the white hair on him.

“What are you looking at?”

“You.” Dante chuckled. “I just realised I enjoy how you look, I just... I want this to be a good story.”

“Sentimental old git.” Nero snorted and then put the coffee on. “But you are right, I do too.”