"Don't worry Eva, the boy'll come around. If not i'll just have to slap some sense into him," Zebra jokingly said, trying to lighten the situation.
The tree may have been hundreds of feet high, towering above the cathedral, but that didn't phase Nero one bit, after all, he was part demon, though he didn't know how. He stood atop the highest branch, the wind whipping his face, the rain soaking his hari as he stared into the night. He heard Trish tell him to meet them at Devil May Cry. So he jumped. He fell the long way to the ground, where he landed perfectly on his feet. "I don't believe we've met," Nero said to the woman who looked very much like Trish. "My name is Nero, and i'm a friend of Dante's, though everyone says i'm related to Sparda in some way. I don't see how though."
Zebra looked at Trish and said, "Are we gonna get Dante now? I have this annoying buzzing sound in my ear. It sounds like Nero's voice," Zebra laughed, patting the kid on the back.