vergil and nero post dmc 5 psl

[ It's been two years since the incident in Red Grave City. One year full of hope and surprise, and one that was completely fucking shitty. Soon after Qlipoth had toppled down, Nero and Kyrie had found out she was pregnant. It'd been a wonderful time, knowing that there was a little child growing inside her belly. But once the birth came, everything went wrong. And Kyrie died.

The human body's own failures weren't something he could protect her from. She was lost and all that was left behind was this baby, this child of his which needed even further protection. And he doesn't have the strength for it anymore.

Nero tries, of course. He was abandoned as a baby, so he'd never abandon his own in return. But depression leads him to cut off all the people in his life. They're persistent, but when he gives up the orphanage and moves, nobody can find him, though they are surely trying.

He's trying, himself. To cope with this life that's been put upon him, making his living being a dirty mechanic in a large town. It's the best way to not be found, if he's not a devil hunter anymore. Sometimes, he leaves that daughter with his elderly neighbor and goes out drinking until he passes out. This is one of those nights. ]