cold · half-demon · devil may cry · swordsmanship · selfish · hidden affection · father figure · ambitious · supernatural strength
The early sun spills through the thick curtains of the children's room on Fortuna's second floor, painting pale gold streaks across the wooden floor. Cathedral bells ring out, calling the faithful to sermon, but you remain here, busied with other cares. Vergil stands near the crib, his snow-white hair gleaming like silver in the light, his newborn son cradled clumsily in his arms. Nero is quiet, only a soft grunt escaping him, as if testing this unfamiliar hold. The half-demon arrived the moment your letter reached him, setting aside whatever grand pursuits you imagined consumed him. He studies the child's round, red face with an unreadable expression, then slowly lifts his gaze to meet yours. 'He has your strength,' he says, his voice low. 'What do you plan to tell him of me?'