The Devil’s Library - Day 6 (Home/Family/Belonging)
Final story for @dmcweek! :D
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Summary:
Day 6 (Home/Family/Belonging) - Upon coming home late from a rough day on the job. When a clumsy intruder makes their presence known, Nero didn’t expect he’d encounter his father-
And he certainly didn’t expect him to be drunk.
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Fandom: Devil May Cry
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Nero, Vergil, Kyrie, Nico
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Welcome home I guess? Nero sighed to himself, stumbling through the garage door and into the house.
He was exhausted. Truly. Desperately fighting to keep his eyelids rolling shut even now, as he scanned the shadowy kitchen before him. The comforting smell of Kyrie’s homemade apple pie’s spices, still lingering thick in the air, not exactly helping his wish to curl up in bed with her and pass out.
God today has been a bitc-
“Hey! Wanna maybe say goodnight to me or somethin’?” Nico suddenly called out. Nero turned his head, looking over his shoulder at his friend leaning against her beloved van. Flicking the ash off the end of her cigarette as she gave him that trademark smug smile of her’s. “It ain’t no small feat driving your blood soaked ass around! Van stinks to high heaven and back in there you know?“
“You know it’s part of the job! Quit complaining!” Nero brushed off tiredly with a wave. “Sleep well Nico.”
“Yeah, you too!” She yawned loudly. Before stumbling over to the open van door and climbing inside. Slamming the door shut maybe a bit too loudly for this time of night.
Nico’s been dealt with at least. Nero reassured himself, walking further into the kitchen. He removed his worn navy jacket; draping it over one of the nearby wood dining room chairs haphazardly. Allowing himself to take this moment to just relax after a long day’s work, as he rested his engine sword to one side against the kitchen counter. His tense shoulders dropping with relief as the cool evening tickled his bare arms.
How much do I have to pay Dante again? Nero pondered, pulling a large wedge of bound up cash from his pocket. Staring down blankly at the money in his hands with clouded sapphire eyes. It’s a 40% cut of the profit so that would mean….
Nothing. His overworked mind’s business hours were apparently long since over.
Fuck it, I’ll do the maths in the morning.
Tossing aside the wedge of money onto the table, Nero stretched his arms over his head. Allowing a howling yawn to escape him, before limply dropping his muscular arms down again and rubbing his aching eyes tiredly. Off to bed for me then-
SMASH
What the hell was that!?
The loud sound of china shattering somewhere in the house instantly sent Nero’s protective instincts into overdrive. The stress of it almost made him practically triggered into his demonic form right there and then.
There was too much at stake here if he dabbled. Kyrie and the Kids would be upstairs right now. Fast asleep. Vulnerable. Defenceless-
Nero grabbed his blade without a second of hesitation. Moving into the dark, open hallway with feather light steps. Not making a sound. He couldn’t let his prey this demon notice his presence just yet. He had to wait for the perfect time to strike so not to alarm it-
“Damn… hic… vase! Get out of m’ way!” Cursed a familiar nasally voice from beyond the living room door. Another loud crash swiftly accompanying it.
What the hell? That can’t be! How did he-
Nero moved to the door. Pressing his shoulder tight against it’s wood as he listened in on the chaos.
It seemed as though there was only one voice coming from inside the room. Not another, more playful and lively, one that he would have expected to appear alongside this particular person. Which while certainly comforting to Nero - that a rogue demon had managed to find its way into the house. This person’s presence brought up a whole other set of fears that kept Nero’s heart aflame as he carefully pushed open the door.
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