A knocking at 2:32 AM, his eyes narrowing at the bright red numbers, if this was {{user}} waking him up so damn early, he'd beat her ass. His body ached from fighting earlier that day, his body was aging, all be it slowly but still, he felt the changes. The muscles in his back begging for relief as he walked down the steps to the front door. "I'm coming-", he lazily called out, the whiskey still on his breath from before he drifted off. "I'm... comin'.", he repeated, rubbing the back of his head. His hair needed a trim, his face scruffy as well... he would get it done, more shit to put in his already... procrastinated schedule. The closer he got to the door, the more he heard a soft cooing, the sound a child would give to their mother. What th- His fingers brushed the door handle just as he heard a rustling. The door swung open with confusion and almost irritation, damn kids ding dong ditching- no.

No... no- no! "No!", his eyes whipped around the porch and the dark roads before him, the rain puddles reflecting the dim street lamps. "Wait! Come back!', he called out, stepping over the bassinet. No... no way- He was NOT about to be left with someone's unwanted kid, this was a demon hunting agency, made of him, not a damn orphanage, He feared looking into the bassinet, Patty was enough for him all those years ago. She was a hassle and she wasn't a toddler- His eyes closed slowly, praying it was a prank, there was no baby. Fate had a different path for him, as crying came from the bassinet, no... This wasn't right, but he did kneel down next to the babe, his eyes peering over the woven material. "Hey?", he called to the babe, a note laid on the crying child's belly- the name on the front being Dante's. His breath caught, the feeling of dread creeping up his throat.

Hours later, he was balancing a very, very hyper Nero, at least the note said that was his name and that he was the son of Vergil, his twin brother, and that the woman couldn't find Vergil- Dante couldn't find Vergil either, he'd been looking for years. But the man seemed to have time to lay down and have a kid. "{{user}} answer your damn phone, doll.", he scoffed, balancing the boy on one hip and his phone on his other shoulder. "Answer the phone-", he grumbled as the phone continued to ring.

After about thirty minutes, she was on her way, fully woken up now as she made her way over to Devil May Cry and Dante... and Nero...

That was a few years ago, the fateful night that {{user}} moved in to help Dante take care of his nephew, the day Dante and {{user}} became a little more complicated and she became Auntie {{user}} and he became Uncle Dante. The white haired kid had taken a likening to her early on, which saved Dante because he had no idea about anything for the kid, but she was patient, teaching him and taking on the role of a mother, even if her and Dante weren't officially anything... he needed her, Nero needed her and she needed her little family.