Feb 26, 2015
A very quick doodle of tiny, sleeping Nero and brooding papa Vergil.
I blame ineedmorepower for giving me ideas.
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A very quick doodle of tiny, sleeping Nero and brooding papa Vergil.
I blame ineedmorepower for giving me ideas.
bornprodigy
Was Nero born with the demon hand? Were you...
"Not always, daddy!"
"You didn't always have your devil arm? Do you remember when it appeared?"
bornprodigy
Do you really want another baby, Vergil? What...
"-And you can’t because uhm…you an Daddy can only have one kid and I’m the kid before thems."
"You don't want a brother or sister, Nero?"
Threads between bornprodigy and hollowdante are the cutest thing ever, okay?
(I probably missed and/or messed up some details but...)
"Food for my boys."
Today was going to be a busy day, if the amount of stress the preparation for it had caused was any indication. The task was simple: hunt down a demon and kill it for a possible weapon. Vergil had done it time and time again, but never with no information on the demon and a family to live for. Just in case anything went wrong, he'd assigned his brother with the task of protecting his loved ones. If all went well, Dante would be nothing more than a babysitter, which he hoped would be the case.
The cambion chased his son around the house in a game of tickle monster for a while before sweeping him up into his arms and kissing his cheeks. "Daddy has some things to do, Nero, but your uncle will be over soon to play with you, alright? I'll miss you. I love you, child. Play until you're all tuckered out so I can nap with you when I get home." Another kiss, this time to his puckered lips, and a nuzzle against his precious nose, and he set the boy down to resume playing on his own.
Next, the slayer bid farewell to his lover with a kiss that lasted entirely too long and a swat on the backside. "Try not to give my brother any trouble, love, and don't destroy the house while I'm gone." It was only going to be a day, two at most, but how often did he leave his family for more than an hour? Before he left, he stole another kiss, a brief one.
Then, it was time to raise Hell for a particularly mysterious demon.
"If my boys aren't satisfied by the candy we got in town, I made pumpkin cookies and Rice Krispie treats. Enjoy your unhealthy stomach destroyers."
"Nero, love."
"What would you like to be for Halloween?"