Best of both worlds, (fem Vergil x male Nephalem reader)

Nero DeAngelo

A/n: this will be a chapter about Nero. After all even if he is Nero the Devil Hunter in training doesn't mean he isn't Nero Augustus DeAngelo the 4rd grader.

Nero lay awake staring at the ceiling it was still dark outside as the tribrid leaned over the edge of his bed and looked at the alarm clock. The clock said 3:28 am, yup it's official Nero's sleep schedule was royally fudged. Nero looked around his room seeing everything despite the faintest amount of light, a perk of his genes. Nero had a loft bed underneath it was his desk with a lamp and his alarm clock. The reason for it being down there was so then he didn't crush it in the morning. A leather belt with a holster was hung off the top of his bed within arms reach inside the holster was Blue Rose, under the bed on his desk was a sheathed Red Queen. The reason for the close proximity of the weapons was one in the same as the reason Nero was awake. During the last few weeks of Vermila's pregnancy the demonic energy radiating off her and the unborn V was massive, creating basically a beacon for swarms of lesser demons.

The messed up sleep schedule was fine for August as he was on summer vacation, but today was September 1st. Meaning school in less than 5 hours. Groaning Nero threw off his covers and leaped off his bed and landing with a soft thud the young hunter threw on a red shirt and a pair of shorts before leaving his room. As Nero was trying to close his door quietly upon hearing the click he turned around quietly, as he turned around the tribrid saw his father in a robe doing the exact same thing.

-time skip brought to you by baby V and Vermila cuddling as a ring of summon swords surround them-

Y/n and Nero were sitting at the dining room table with a mug of hot chocolate infront of each.

"Can't sleep?" Y/n asked his son.

"Really, what gave it away?"

"Smart alick,"

"Hey mister pot, the kettle called he said your black." Nero responded as both gave a chuckle. As they stopped Nero stared at his mug that had Santa with a candy cane sword and a twin pepper mint pistols that said 'Naughty' and 'Nice'. The mug was bought as a joke saying that Santa was a Sparda.

"Alright my hellion, what's on your mind?" Y/n asked as he took a sip of his own mug. Despite the fact that Nero could take on a mid class demon, wielded a sword that was almost 2 feet taller than him, and was far stronger than most full grown animals. Nero could shoot the wings off a fly with a spit wad as the fly was still alive, he even stopped time, and his heritage was quite the tree that was easily shown with his right arm. But even with all that he was still only a 10 year old boy who recently got his thought to be gone forever mom back, and barely 9 months later a big brother. Not to mention the sleep schedule was fudged, it can be a lot for anyone. "I know there's been a lot going on lately."

"Yeah the demon attacks were crazy."

"Yeah true, but I'm talking about stuff that can't be dealt with by hacking at it with a 2000° blade and an endless supply of bullets."

"Oi! Red Queen gets way hotter than 2000°."

"I'm talking Celsius not Fahrenheit. But don't go changing the subject. Now speak to me my child." The Nephalem finished in an overdramatic voice. His antics elected a small laugh from Nero. Taking a minute to calm down, Nero decided to talk to his old man.

"It's just things seem to be going by so fast. I was getting used to things in Fortuna with Kyrie and Credo, then you came along and in gaining another family I had to leave the other, and now mom and Vitellius." Nero felt a hand on his shoulder as he looked up as Y/n hugged him.

"That is indeed a lot and remember I promised that we'd go back to Fortuna. But before that you must grow strong so then you can protect your little girlfriend." Smirking at the last part as Nero got flustered and punches him.