Truth, Dare and Demons

Nero picked himself up the following morning, kitted out and went off towards the area his self-proclaimed mother was residing. He was feeling a little more positive because of Aurelio but that elation could be quick lived if he was not careful enough. Nero walked into town, walking along with the thoughts rolling around his head, the music was going through his earphones and if you were not aware of who Nero was you may well have felt he was distracted from the environment around him.

That's what one of the lower class demons in the city thought as he walked past, within a couple of seconds a swarm of lower level demons were running his way from behind. Nero sensed it, his arm lighting up under his coat and glove, the demons were near and Nero moved swiftly, the sword from his back came to his hand and he turned to see the front of the pack, a slight curve of a smile came upon his lips and then the sword was swung.

The first wave were struck down, black ashes from the demons scattered on the winds and then the second wave jumped upon him. Nero wasn't concerned by mobs like it, he had fought through enough but he did worry about taking such things to Aurelio... if the woman was a liar and got caught up it was one thing but if his newly found brother was attacked he would be very upset.

The demons were easily despatched and Nero picked up his discarded earphones, plugged them back in and carried on his way. What an annoying disruption to his thoughts, then he stopped... what if Vergil was trying to delay him arriving to her as she was genuinely his mother and he wanted her taken out? Nero sighed, why did everyone have to be so damned complicated. What if Rose was truly not to be blamed... He picked up his pace, better to find out if he could and accept how it was unfolding.

When he reached the door to her property he knocked and then realised he really was very nervous, Nero liked to think he was pretty brave and could take on many things but family complications were not taking down a demon or rescuing someone... in the end the whole thing was so messy that it was putting him on edge.

The door opened, Nero could smell blood, he knew he didn't want to go in. He stepped into the lounge and looked around, there in the corner barely conscious was Rose. She had a small kitchen knife in her hand and was shaking uncontrollably. Nero could see that her mind was gone, the wide open eyes and her inability to recognise anything around her... Nero sighed, he picked up the phone ready to call Dante and then saw on the walls written in blood was a message for him 'Nero, you won't get answers from her. I'll tell all. Pier 23.'

He looked at the woman and sighed, so she'd been used and spat out when it was time. Nero took a picture of it, then he called an ambulance and left before he could be questioned. He didn't want too, he wanted to know who the poor woman was but he wasn't going to get anything from standing around or talking to police.

He came back to see that Dante had been called out too, in the end he sat down at the desk, wrote a lengthy note and determined to go to find Aurelio, worried that Vergil might have found out and got to him too. Nero felt terrible, whatever they were being forced into a woman, possibly his mother, had now died. What did Vergil want that was so urgent he would wipe her out?

Vergil sat at a small cafe unaware of Rose's murder, unaware of Aurelio and contemplating his next move. He wasn't at all intent on causing death at this very point, he wanted Yamato back nothing more. He saw no reason to create a kill count as it only got Dante angry and that was not going to assist the situation to gain his desired property, the little bastards would only tag team and then probably win. The more he thought about it the more he realised that fighting would be a terrible option. He snorted, well the chaos might drive them apart and then he could pick out Nero. He wished he could keep things black and white, but with Dante as a brother this would never be the case.

Vergil saw the waitress coming over, she asked him if he wanted a top up he nodded.

“Would you like it in a clean cup?”

“Oh no that's not necessary,” Vergil handed her some more money and left her to it, “then again a lot of things in life rarely are.” He added muttering to himself.