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Nero expected another run of the mill demon hunting job.
Instead, he is dragged into a haunted mansion with Dante, Vergil, Trish, Lady, and enough unresolved family trauma to put teenage angst to shame.
After a demon attack leaves the Sparda bloodline cursed and stuck together, things quickly begin falling downhill. They spiral from irritating to dangerous very quickly. The demon stalking them in the dilapidated mansion twists reality, and refuses to die.
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The place is haunted, everyone hates each other, and Nero wants to go home.
Follow Nero and his disgruntled family as they argue to the death about how to fix a demon curse placed on them after visiting a haunted mansion.
(Includes lots of arguing, a build-up to fluff, and a mostly satisfying conclusion)
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Nero took a second to regain his bearings. Rubbing his back as best as he could, he muttered, “I’m alright. Just an accident.” He grimaced, knowing he was going to be sore for a few hours before the bruise healed. He’s pretty sure he also broke a couple of smaller bones. Vergil, upon seeing Nero, was mostly physically okay and got up to help Dante kill the phantom, already exasperated by the predicament.
“What do you mean, accident? How does one accidentally bring home a demon?” Vergil eyed Nero with a mixture of disdain and concern as he dashed in for a slash.
He threw his arms up in the air in response. “I DON’T KNOW,” Nero growled out, “It’s not like I did it on purpose! "Sides, you live with one!” He was too embarrassed to share the actual reason at the moment.
“Well, that's certainly an accomplishment, kid,” Dante laughed as he cut the demon with rebellion. “Can’t wait to tell Kyrie and Nico about this one.”
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Nero brings home an unwelcome guest
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Silver takes a slow breath in. The sweet smell of the garden flowed into his nose, tickling the inside. The dirt smell with a subtle hint of flowers easing him. So familiar yet so very different. His future had flames that shook the very core of the world, burning anything that didn't fight hard enough to live. Such a shame beauty as this was not present.
The sun’s dangerous yellow rays above beat down on the entire landscape, ending in nothing more than a warmth similar to that of tightly hugging a close friend. The plants themselves all seem to be reaching up as far as their little stems allow as if they would freeze without the touch from the giant star.
The light gray hedgehog makes his way over to some other plants nearby, using his psychokinesis to float a watering can over as he does so. The teal glow reflects off everything close. His powers look similar to the sun, yet they lack warmth. Acting only as a false ideal. He huffs and raises his hand to wipe some sweat off his face.~~
A short but sweet gardening fic featuring Silver and Blaze. It can be read platonically or romantically.
Not placed in any specific universe