[It is not trepidation Nero feels. He's never been trepidated in his life. Ever. And he's certainly never hesitated when something needed to be done. And, as much as he's loathe to admit it, Wanda's right.

Shadow being in his domain is just a reminder. This shit isn't going away. And what else has he got but fuckin' time? If they're gonna be stuck here? (This is what Kyrie would've told him to do. He knows that, too.)

But anything he might have felt before he started hearing the song leaking out of Devil May Cry turns his brows sharply downward. Nero announces himself in the only way he knows how: by kicking a door open and saying loudly,] What the fuck is this shitty-ass song?

[It only gets louder as he steps into what looks like a real ugly theatre, until he sees -- the pole. Nero looks away suddenly, considering turning around and jetting out of here. This is so fucking stupid. And so like Dante.] It doesn't even make sense!

[He peeks around. There's no one in here. Which is relieving, and doubly-fuckin-annoying.]

Dante? You better show your ass soon, 'cause I'm not opening all these fuckin' doors. Be a real shame to make all your ugly decor firewood. But, I mean, a guy can just make marshmallows when he wants...

[The question of "would Nero really burn down a replica of Devil May Cry" is not the right question. The right question is "how fast will a place that's never been cleaned or had running water burn?"]