Oh, that's a hell of a question. Fortunately, Nero is a thousand times more forthcoming than anybody else in his family, and has absolutely no problem recounting the Order's many, many crimes.
"To start with, he was a fucking lunatic turning people into artificial demons... he worked with Sanctus to build a giant fake god statue. He kidnapped my girlfriend and shoved her inside to power it. And he had every intention of throwing me in a cell and experimenting on me when he figured out what I was."
All delivered very casually.
"Also," he adds with cheerful sarcasm, "he fucking stabbed me."
Mizu raises an eyebrow at the fast running explanation of a series of wrongs committed against Nero personally and people (humans, his precious precious humans) more broadly. It makes sense that an anti-demon order would not consider Nero human once his identity was figured out. It tracks. He may not look different from any other human where he's from, but he lost that status. Not that it sounds like they value humans very highly to do any of the rest of it.
She glances at Nero's chest, the spot where her sword would have breached his defenses if he didn't have additional hands, and considers that statement. No wonder he ended the fight when he did. He really doesn't like being stabbed. Or ripped apart, though the latter seems more obvious to complain about.
"That hardly sounds like an organization devoted to protecting humanity, which I presume was the stated purpose," Mizu comments. If for no other reason than Nero embodies that sentiment so wholly. She's not shocked one bit that it fails to live up to that purpose. The greater surprise is that Nero does.
"Word of warning, anyone who fights you for real is going to want to stab you." Said cheerfully, though Mizu knows he doesn't need the advice.
Does anybody like being stabbed? (Besides Dante??)
He scoffs a little at Mizu's conclusion that the Order was not all it was cracked up to be. "It's a long-ass story," he mutters. "The short version is, the leadership were a bunch of power-hungry assholes, and they hurt a lot of people in with all their fucking around." Fortuna is still rebuilding from the Savior disaster five years later. Nero would never have chosen to follow the Order, didn't believe in their damn religion, and was only stuck there by whatever circumstances left him orphaned at birth. But the people of Fortuna were innocent. They didn't deserve to be pawns in Sanctus' shitty world domination scheme, or to have their lives upturned when the whole thing came crashing down.
He gives Mizu a Look at that sage little tidbit of advice. "And anybody who fights me for real is going to get stabbed right back," he retorts. "See the difference, there?"
Don't look at Mizu. It's less she enjoys being stabbed and more she likes being able to kick ass despite it happening. Practice practice practice.
"Shocked." Deadpan. Zero surprise at an organization being led by selfish power hungry people who give no shits about anyone else. What did Heiji Shindo offer any of the people protecting him? The Four Fangs were assassins, paid in money, but the rest? Mizu's sure they'd consider themselves men of honor, for all they protected a white man not allowed to be in Japan legally. There was a reason, and at the end of the day, for the men at the top, that reason is greed and hunger for power. The oldest tale there is.
She smirks at Nero's retort. "Good to see your love of people won't get you killed young."
Mizu still isn't trying to fight Nero for real, so she'll deal with his bullshit, but she's glad Nero won't get himself killed easy. Even if being stabbed isn't more than a temporary inconvenience and a possible crime against fashion.
He gives Mizu another Look for that crack. "What love of people? I'm not some bleeding heart." (Yes he is.) "There's a big difference between not wanting to hurt people and letting them stomp all over you." Or stab you, for that matter.
But then he lets it go, shrugging his shoulders. "Anyway. I was born in the Order. I didn't join it because I believed in it... I wanted a way to fight and protect the city, and the Holy Knights were the only way I had to do that. I don't give a fuck what the leadership said or wanted. When they turned out to be shitheads, I put a stop to them."
Mizu finds it easier to believe Nero stores sword(s) in his arm than the idea Nero doesn't step up for every lost, wronged, or hurt soul that crosses his path. Mizu remembers the various poor souls she's walked past and not helped because there's too many of them in the world, and she would wear herself down to nothing before making a different in the world trying. Nor would she get her revenge. That's not what she does, but it's clearly what Nero does. Fighting back those Terrible People who hurt others. That'd include her if he knew everything Mizu's done. Her look says it all, but Mizu doesn't say anything more.
There it is. Mizu cannot help but half-smirk at Nero's vaunted statement of his own strength and ability (no matter how bloodied, bruised, and barely standing he looked during that process) to shut the terrible people down. He's Vergil's son all right, even if he does different things with his power. Some whole city's guardian. Living up to what Sparda was worshipped for doing, at least by the common people in that religion.
There's a whole world of people who could use saving, Nero. Mizu doesn't say that.
"Most large organizations are like that in my experience," Mizu comments, "They use and abuse those who follow them as well as those who don't, those they're above. Demons, no demons, it's all a power play."
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"To start with, he was a fucking lunatic turning people into artificial demons... he worked with Sanctus to build a giant fake god statue. He kidnapped my girlfriend and shoved her inside to power it. And he had every intention of throwing me in a cell and experimenting on me when he figured out what I was."
All delivered very casually.
"Also," he adds with cheerful sarcasm, "he fucking stabbed me."
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She glances at Nero's chest, the spot where her sword would have breached his defenses if he didn't have additional hands, and considers that statement. No wonder he ended the fight when he did. He really doesn't like being stabbed. Or ripped apart, though the latter seems more obvious to complain about.
"That hardly sounds like an organization devoted to protecting humanity, which I presume was the stated purpose," Mizu comments. If for no other reason than Nero embodies that sentiment so wholly. She's not shocked one bit that it fails to live up to that purpose. The greater surprise is that Nero does.
"Word of warning, anyone who fights you for real is going to want to stab you." Said cheerfully, though Mizu knows he doesn't need the advice.
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He scoffs a little at Mizu's conclusion that the Order was not all it was cracked up to be. "It's a long-ass story," he mutters. "The short version is, the leadership were a bunch of power-hungry assholes, and they hurt a lot of people in with all their fucking around." Fortuna is still rebuilding from the Savior disaster five years later. Nero would never have chosen to follow the Order, didn't believe in their damn religion, and was only stuck there by whatever circumstances left him orphaned at birth. But the people of Fortuna were innocent. They didn't deserve to be pawns in Sanctus' shitty world domination scheme, or to have their lives upturned when the whole thing came crashing down.
He gives Mizu a Look at that sage little tidbit of advice. "And anybody who fights me for real is going to get stabbed right back," he retorts. "See the difference, there?"
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"Shocked." Deadpan. Zero surprise at an organization being led by selfish power hungry people who give no shits about anyone else. What did Heiji Shindo offer any of the people protecting him? The Four Fangs were assassins, paid in money, but the rest? Mizu's sure they'd consider themselves men of honor, for all they protected a white man not allowed to be in Japan legally. There was a reason, and at the end of the day, for the men at the top, that reason is greed and hunger for power. The oldest tale there is.
She smirks at Nero's retort. "Good to see your love of people won't get you killed young."
Mizu still isn't trying to fight Nero for real, so she'll deal with his bullshit, but she's glad Nero won't get himself killed easy. Even if being stabbed isn't more than a temporary inconvenience and a possible crime against fashion.
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But then he lets it go, shrugging his shoulders. "Anyway. I was born in the Order. I didn't join it because I believed in it... I wanted a way to fight and protect the city, and the Holy Knights were the only way I had to do that. I don't give a fuck what the leadership said or wanted. When they turned out to be shitheads, I put a stop to them."
Well. With a little help from Dante.
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There it is. Mizu cannot help but half-smirk at Nero's vaunted statement of his own strength and ability (no matter how bloodied, bruised, and barely standing he looked during that process) to shut the terrible people down. He's Vergil's son all right, even if he does different things with his power. Some whole city's guardian. Living up to what Sparda was worshipped for doing, at least by the common people in that religion.
There's a whole world of people who could use saving, Nero. Mizu doesn't say that.
"Most large organizations are like that in my experience," Mizu comments, "They use and abuse those who follow them as well as those who don't, those they're above. Demons, no demons, it's all a power play."