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     The atmosphere had gotten too depressing. Too serious. It was a shame, and getting sympathy from the kid wasn’t exactly helping.

                  "Bah, luck is for the weak, and it really doesn’t matter when there are more important things to do,"

     He figured and looked away as he waited for the youth to get moving.

"Don’t jinx that shit," Nero noted, but didn’t press further. He didn’t like thinking much about the mess of a family he was part of - no matter which version of it in question.

Rolling his shoulders slightly as if to shake some invisible weight off them, he continued walking, giving Dante some silence to get over whatever was going on inside his head.

(Source: blessedbyadevil)

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    Well that was a bit unexpected.

                  "Whatever floats your boat, Kiddo. I, on the other hand hope for a couple kids running amok,"

     It was his desire.. But he knew it was not quite viable. That the dangers ran too high. And those thoughts strangled his voice.

Nero slowed down and slowly turned to look at Dante over his shoulder, not quite sure if he’d heard that right. He licked his lips and slowly said, “Maybe in your case nothing’s as fucked up as in all others - you’re one lucky asshole then,” he turned to look back ahead, “but…” He hesitated, not sure he wanted to bring up family history. In the end, he only managed to finish with, “Good luck.” For once, the words held no hint of sarcasm.

(Source: blessedbyadevil)

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                  "Yes. Where are the snacks? Where are the movies? Are were there yet?"

     Oh he could still ramble on like a ‘bratty kid’.

He started to reply even before Dante was finished, voice loud enough to drown out the whining. “If you really wanna be a fucking brat, go find yourself another father-figure. I’ve never planned to become a dad, and now’s not a good time to try convincing me otherwise.”

(Source: blessedbyadevil)

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     He shrugged at the poorly sung note.

                  "Are we there yet?"

     Dante whined in a voice that sounded a lot like his impression of Nero.

The tone he heard didn’t even register as an imitation, just as a very poor usage of one’s vocal chords, so Nero let it slip past his mind. Instead of getting angry, he grinned, looking back over his shoulder now. “Pffft. What are you, a bratty kid on a road trip?”

(Source: blessedbyadevil)

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     The spike of anger was all that he needed to allow a smirk to return to grim lips. He had hit a nerve and really nailed it. Which was good enough reprimanding for the rest of the trip. Dante mused in silence as he followed Nero. Around a half an hour later, he was bored out of his mind.

                  "Oi, where are you even taking them, Kiddo?"

Nero was sure Dante understood absolutely nothing of what he’d said, but, at least, the elder shut up, and the teen didn’t have to listen to him anymore. The time spent in silence helped him calm down some.

A part of irritation returned the moment Nero heard Dante’s voice again, but that didn’t show in his tone. “Just outside the city. Know the perfect spot for them.” He tilted his head back a bit and sing-songed, “No one asked you to co-ome~!”

(Source: blessedbyadevil)

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     And suddenly the boundless Dante was upset. It grew in his voice and how he raised a hand, bent at the elbow and pointed at the boy’s back.

                  "You’re talking about yourself, right? Because I don’t see anyone but that one chick willing to ‘go to your service’,"

     Bad self, he shouldn’t be making fun of the old church as much. Well, it was a bit hard to do when he grew up in an increasingly godless world.

                  "Or has she decided to stay chaste till the day she walks down the aisle for you?"

Nero’s steps slowed down. Without turning around, he jerked his head up and replied, cutting each word off roughly, “I don’t give a fuck what’s happening inside your almost empty skull, but don’t you dare ever speak of my sister that way. Understood?”

His short tirade prompted the demons he was carrying to start whining and shifting around again, but Nero responded with a deep, inhuman kind of growl - a clear warning - and the sounds died down immediately.

The teen picked up the pace again.

(Source: blessedbyadevil)

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                  "Geez, is that all that kids are thinking about nowadays~?"

    He mused with a roll of his eyes to an invisible audience.

                  "Nah, wouldn’t let my techniques out to the public. Plus, it’s about swooning the lady before, during, and after.. If you’re into ‘after’. Eh..Still a usefulness of mine,"

     Dante decided that it was enough creeping out the kid for now.

                  "Collecting demonic, angelic weapons.. Killing Demons.. Devil. Yada, yada."

The beginning of the reply he got was met with a series of snorts, slowly growing in volume until a full-formed chuckle slipped out. 'Techniques'? 'Lady'? 'After'? This lecture sounded surreal and out of place enough to seem amusing.

"Okay, yeah. Sans that first part, you have the knowledge set of a ten-year-old, I get it," he still had the hint of mirth in his voice.

(Source: blessedbyadevil)

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                  ”.. Well that, Kiddo, is classified,”

     He scoffed and a silence stretched in the air. The moments were more akin to minutes.

                  "Ask me when you’re older,"

     And Dante was back to normal.

"Tch. If it’s about how to find a good f-fuck," he stammered over the word slightly, "how to be a good fuck, or anything related to fucking, then I’ll pass. Wouldn’t want that knowledge from a loser like you." He mentally praised himself for keeping an even tone throughout his whole reply - well, apart from that one hitch - and having Dante trail behind had some benefits, since the elder couldn’t see the light blush on his cheeks.

(Source: blessedbyadevil)

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                  "What, Sunday school?"

     He threw back.. and then laughed at the young man’s trip up.

                  "Maybe you should try to learn to walk again,"

     Dante suggested with a grin at the other’s back. It would be a long trip to… Wherever they were heading, to release those demons. He still was a bit sour over it, even though it made sense when Nero explained why.

"Shut up," Nero hissed the moment he was able to continue walking. His posture was rigid once more, but he didn’t say anything else for half a minute or so.

When, after shaking his head to nothing in particular, the teen finally decided to speak, he sounded almost calm, with the underlying strain in his voice just barely audible. “So, if you’re so smart and mighty, what useful shit can you do? Apart from shooting and swinging around that hunk of metal you call a sword.”

(Source: blessedbyadevil)

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