@irafatum // starter.
“ how long do you guys plan on hiding out here ? never thought i’d say it, but the way you and vergil have been acting is a load of shit. “ the digits of his demonic hand would curl into a fist, a sigh laced with irritation passing between parted lips. it was no secret that relations between ‘ the next big thing - the prodigal son ‘ and his father were strained. but his actions were even beginning to have an effect on his and his mother’s , as well. the city was crawling with demons, now, and not all of them were small-fry. and who was there to thank for that ? his great father.
just referring to him as that made him want to hurl ; a bitter taste upon his tongue unlike any other. it was almost akin to filth. of course, he didn’t hate him ; but the way he moved, the way he behaved ... you’d think he was the real bad guy of it all. mundus in the body of a nephilim, almost - a real TYRANT. while there were demons out there feasting upon humans by the number, they sat here in the luxury and comfort of their mansion, tucked away in an obscure pocket of limbo. how quaint.
scoffing, nero would turn on his heel and shrug, hoisting red queen over his shoulder and granting it it’s rightful place at his back, freshly freed hands lowering to dust off his clothing, afterward. they could stay here and ignore the world if they wanted to, but nero wasn’t that kind of guy. that reason alone is why he found himself gravitating toward dante more than anyone - he was a real go-getter, doing whatever he could, whenever he could. even if his mannerisms could use a little ... a lot of work. he had a good heart.
