Nero raised a brow, what kind of stupid fucking question was that? “Man you're the densest asswipe I've had to fuckin meet. I don't know how many times I gotta tell you I'm fighting to protect that city regardless of what the fuck I have to fight. Even if it's you.”
“No no no you dork, not fighting. Are you gonna do anything to keep that sword, from what you said your victory depends on it. You willing to--”
“YES!” Nero shouted, the strength of his voice causing the stronger demon to jump a little.
“Okay. Kiss my boot. You humble yourself to your elder and I'll consider it you forfeiting this fight. And as such I'll letcha keep that sword. Hell I might even help yah out a little.”
Nero's eyes widened for a moment, thinking this was some kind of sick joke. He didn't submit to anyone, sure he respected Credo and the Order but he wasn't some servant to them, but this... demon wanted him to demean himself to being a fucking boot licker? “ You gotta be--” His face was pinned to the ground as the treads of Dante's big boot smothered it.
“C'mon give righty a kiss, show him you love him and we can all move on. You said you'd do anything.”
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