Nero had missed her desperately, but the boy was off to his lessons for the day already, Vergil was already working. He found he quite liked his position even if it didn't always see a lot of battle, he was helping keep his wife's home safe and running in his own way. He missed her desperately, but he pushed on.

Part of him would always be the boy longing to be protected and loved, here he was but he felt the words he could never allow himself to say when she was with him. His strong beautiful goddess of death.

A surprised sound escaped him as she pulled him in, the spiral swords appeared before her scent hit him and they vanished in a twinkle of blue light as he wrapped both arms around her and kissed her passionately back, probably the most action old mage has seen in years.