Devil May Cry: Witch of Fortuna

9. The Trade

Nero perplexed. "She is what?!"

"I don't blame you for not noticing. She is very good at hiding her presence."

Mrs Charle was slowly dying under Dante's palm. She could not fight back because one wrong move meant death for her. That woman either died from lack of air or snapping neck. Nero still could not believe she was enemy. Mrs Charle might be cold, but she was not a bad person. The servants and guards would not go this far to rescue her if she was truly evil. They were knocked out cold to protect her.

On the other hand, something was wrong with Dante. He lifted her higher, putting more strength on his choke. The usual Dante would not go this far in killing and tormenting his prey. Nero never saw his uncle with a dreadful expression on his face. Something awful must be blocking his common sense.

Nero gritted his teeth. He gripped Blue Rose and shot a bullet. The young man missed on purpose. It was nothing but a warning shot. Nonetheless, the shot was enough to take his attention. Dante was not happy toward his resistance.

"What are you doing, Nero?"

For the first time in his life, Nero found Dante frightened. That man never used threatening tone at him. His face filled with malice and rage, but the young man did not waver. Nero spoke with a calm voice, something he never thought he had.

"Dante... release her."

"Get out of this, Nero."

"Made me."

He threw Mrs Charle to the wall and shot her. Nero blocked his shot and managed to save her. He looked back at his client. Mrs Charle escaped within a strain of hair. She was grateful for Nero's action. "Thank you... I will raise your payment."

"We'll discuss that later! Find Nico and run now!"

Their war finally began. The Legendary Demon Hunter was not a joke title. Dante was truly a powerful opponent. Nero knew Dante was playing around with him on their first meeting. However, his true power was far from Nero's imagination.

"Fuck!"

Right now, they exchanged powerful blows. It was a one-sided battle. Dante was ruthless as an enemy. Nero was frustrated because he could not overpower his uncle. Any shoot, punch, hit or kick would be returned twice than before. The difference in their experience was distant.

Nero hit him with devil breaker, but Dante used Royal Guard. His prosthetic arm broke in one use. Now Nero understood why his father found that technique annoying. At this point, he would lose the fight. That man summoned his spectral wing to help.

One hit. Nero only needed one hit.

Dante ran and swung the sword, almost slicing Nero in process. The younger devil hunter avoided the attack, but Dante quickly reacted to his shifting. He changed into Balrog and punched his opponent. Nero felt the heavy blow to his bone. Dante did not give him any opening to attack back.

Nero jumped back, trying to make a distance between them. Dante did not allow it and chase him to the corner. Instead of running away, Nero slipped between the gaps. He was going to punch the half-demon with his spectral arm.

It was faint.

Nero did it. Instead of using his special power, he used his own hand to do the deed. Another bitch slap came across Dante's face. That man crashed and kissed the wall. The forty-year-old man sat down, a bit stunned for a few second. He touched his stinging cheek in awe. "I thought you will punch me with the wing, not your hand!"

Nero never thought he would be relieved to hear Dante's complain. "Are you calm down yet?"

"Yes. Thanks for the death slap!"