Nero Sparda and The Rest of Society

Where The Hell Am I

"I don't know look at him." Francis commented.

"What's that supposed to mean, he looks like he needs help." Louis said tilting his head momentarily then sliding his hand to light Bill's cigarette while remaining his eyes on Nero.

"D you see his right arm? Is he mutated?" Zoey's eyes not missing from her iron sights.

"We should kill him and take his sword." Francis stated as he neared him.

He was a teenager, at 20. He sat on one knee. His sword keeping him up. He returned to a normal standing position, gave two steps to the dirty road that welcomed him as he hit straight down. This was Nero's welcoming introduction, at it's end.

The veteran of multiple accolades of war didn't want to jump to conclusions. This kid was of no danger to him that was apparent when he hit nose first to the ground. Francis couldn't guess why he was mutated and unnatural, and assumed it was on purpose and thought 'what a loser.' Then the extra pill jar he kept fell out his vest and he was scolded by Louis. Zoey preferred he stay if he was a pacifist of a survivor, unlike Francis she thought. And finally Louis went deep into the exposure therapy, aiding Nero.

"I'm fine. Thanks though." Nero standing then falling to a knee.

Francis was behind him with his gun to the freak of nature's head. Nero got up.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing Francis?" Zoey removing the gun from Nero's weak point.

Nero thought these people would be the ones to do him in. Then Louis gave Nero a pill or some.

"Just what the hell is that thing on your arm son?" Bill breaking the ice as Nero replied thus restarting another level of an introduction.

"It's not on my arm, it is my arm." Nero postponing himself to pills. His voice carrying a snappy tone. As if he were either in great pain that ate his tongue, as well as frustration and holding despise for them.

"So you're a mutant?" Bill asked.

"Not exactly pal. I'm something worse. Much worse." Nero said in a sarcastic and snarky manner. This of course pissed off everyone excluding Louis.

It wasn't long until a tank came. They all ran until they heard the familiar holler of when a Tank is about to plummet to Hell. Zoey turned back first. Nero drop kicked the tanks face, shooting it as he bounced off, then leaping forward then to a slide and shooting a bullet above, the Tank went flying upward and Nero hopped up, and cut the things head, shoving his pistol in its absence and firing causing the Tank to hit the ground with it missing of its murderer. Collapsing the street. As the head almost landed Nero spun a kick to send it flying.

Bill's cigarette fell off his face.

"Son you'd make a great soldier." Bill said.

"Thanks I guess." Nero replied enjoying his skill administering confidence to himself from what had transpired. A sly toothy grin planted itself on his face.

Zoey couldn't understand how his bullets were shot out blue, 'Hair dye for a gun', special bullets? His sword was led by a streak of bluish-white.

"What kinda gun is that?" Zoey inquired.

"You're not a mutant. So uh... What are you?" Bill extending out his palm, relieved the Tank was gone, looking to thank the man who saved them of a battle, wounds, and ammo.

"Nero's my name." Nero shaking his hand. "And I'm a demon." Nero holstering his pistol now.

"What? Hahahahah, oh. You're serious." Bill tensing as he realized it may be true.

"If you're a demon then why aren't you evil." Zoey asked.

"I'm the son to one, he skipped out of town. Then my mom did. So I guess I'm a Nephilim." Nero holding the side of his forward.

As they walked they got to talking. How Demons existed. All Nero could recollect was that he fell.