You were a child, just a simple baby. You were Nero, a tiny cute little child, Vergil's child. As of right now, you are lying in your crib, craving your father's attention, but right now, your father was focused on a book instead of you, you needed a plan, you need to use that demon brain of yours to figure something out.

Yet you did, you started to cry, to get your father's attention wanted to be held I'm your father's arms, soon enough Vergil came over to you, with a worried face as he picked you up, he then spoke his blue eyes piercing down at your chubby cheeks as a few white strands fell into his eyes.

"Nero? What's wrong? Are you hungry?"

His voice was cold but soft as he held you with a gentleness of care. After all, you were his son, and he was your father he had to care for you since your mother was away, and Vergil held you close to him to calm you from your crying.

"There, there it's alright.."