[Hey, the Witcher lets him do it, and that's good enough for Nero.

He settles back, stretching his legs out in front of him, pulling Red Queen from his back to drive her into the ground. He probably shouldn't have said anything. If there's one thing that raises his hackles high, it's anything having to do with his -- with Vergil. And all the thoughts he has about him that Nero has no idea how to process. How to deal with any of that.

But it's just a fact.] This one was tryin' to be a king. Like most of the big ones try to be, I guess. Called himself Urizen. [Nero shrugs.] Most of them just sort of crawl out of the Underworld. The big bads can make their own henchman. Thus thunderhead over there. [Well, the fallen corpse is already sort of dissolving into demon blood and seeping into the ground - just like home.] I mean, you never really wonder who made your monsters, right? It's enough to know there's no end to them.