[Whatever else the guy could've taunted him with -- ugly costume (which is the point), that he doesn't belong here (no shit?), or that he doesn't like Nero's particular brand of cologne (it's mostly smoke, dirt, and fire, thanks) -- it would've been just fucking annoying. Something he could say "fuck off" to and move on.
There's only four people here who know what he is. Wings or not, plenty of Summoned are fucked up. It doesn't pin him as anything different.
And none of them would do this.
Not just demon. That's enough complexes on its own. But watered-down? Even if he doesn't exactly love the demon part, he's not fucking watered-down anything. Dante could've told him that was Vergil's disposition sticking to the bloodline. Wanda would've told him it's not worth it -- probably. Himeka would've pulled him away and they would've gotten food.
Before the pit, maybe he could've even pulled himself away. Nero's fists clench, so tight that his nails cut through his gloves, right into his palms. Demonic energy sizzles through him, and that stink of demon only grows stronger as Nero's eyes turn yellow underneath the mask.]
Go. Fuck. Yourself. [And Nero does not move at a human speed, nor hold himself back, as he moves to punch Mothman in his shit-eating face.] Asshole!
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There's only four people here who know what he is. Wings or not, plenty of Summoned are fucked up. It doesn't pin him as anything different.
And none of them would do this.
Not just demon. That's enough complexes on its own. But watered-down? Even if he doesn't exactly love the demon part, he's not fucking watered-down anything. Dante could've told him that was Vergil's disposition sticking to the bloodline. Wanda would've told him it's not worth it -- probably. Himeka would've pulled him away and they would've gotten food.
Before the pit, maybe he could've even pulled himself away. Nero's fists clench, so tight that his nails cut through his gloves, right into his palms. Demonic energy sizzles through him, and that stink of demon only grows stronger as Nero's eyes turn yellow underneath the mask.]
Go. Fuck. Yourself. [And Nero does not move at a human speed, nor hold himself back, as he moves to punch Mothman in his shit-eating face.] Asshole!