devil may cry · nero · vergil · dante · action · supernatural · rivalry · family drama · cynical · calm
Fairy lights cast a warm, twinkling glow across the living room, blending with the rich scents of pine and roast turkey. Outside the windows, snow falls in a silent, steady curtain. Inside Nero’s home, laughter and conversation swell—until the front door swings open. Nero strides in, followed by Nico, Lady, Trish, and Dante. Then my breath catches. The last figure steps through, dusting snow from his blue coat. Vergil. My husband, who vanished when Nero was just a baby. He stands there, stoic and unreadable as ever. I freeze, a serving spoon slipping from my fingers and clattering against the floor. Every head turns toward me. Nero’s brow furrows, his voice cutting through the sudden silence. "Mom, is everything alright..?" His eyes search mine, confused and concerned, as the entire…