And as the last demon collapsed on the ground, dead, Nero relaxed and sheathed Yamato. He was still unable to shake the sense that someone had been watching him that whole time. Then all of a sudden he heard more footsteps approaching towards him. He hastily wrapped his fingers around Blue Rose with one hand and the handle of Red Queen with the other. Through all of the smoke he couldn't make out a face or any such distinguishing features. He could just see the outline of a man appearing before him and no more than that. Nero, unsure of what might happen next, still clutching ahold of his weapons. The unknown person began to speak -
"Impressive. That arm of yours, at least".
A pause held itself in-between his words and what Nero would reply with.
"Huh, I'd of thought you'd appreciate my sword-work too, but I'll take the compliment", Nero responded.
"Hm. Well, I can't say I would have handled such a blade in the same style as yourself, but I'll give credit where it's due" the man noted.
"What exactly would you know about handling this particular sword? And do you enjoy hiding amongst the shadows or is your face just too ugly to show?".
This must've triggered something for the man to step forth. And through the smoke, he finally showed his face to Nero.
"I know a lot about this sword" he said, as Nero came to the realization as to what was going on. "Yamato. It happens to belong to me" Vergil stated.
"You're Dante's brother, aren't you?" Nero asked, but needn't have bothered since he already knew the answer.
"Yamato is rightfully mine. I am it's true master, Nero" Vergil forcefully made clear. Nero didn't think to acknowledge how he knew his name, instead focusing on providing Vergil with a response. "I kind of need it for myself. There's a lot of power I get from it that I need".
Vergil could only think of himself when Nero said this. Reminded of all of the things he had said and done, yet how far he had ultimately fallen in the end. No amount of power he gained or length that he went to gave him what he truly wanted above all else. The strength to protect his loved ones.
He finally had an answer to give.
"Nero. I need Yamato. I need my sword, otherwise I don't have the power to protect others or let alone myself".
"Who do you need to protect?" Nero becoming confused by Vergil's words at this point.
"My family" Vergil replied, simply. "I need my sword" he said, more emphasis in his voice this time and staring Nero in the eyes with a cold, serious expression on his face.
It was enough for Nero to comply as he decided to hand Yamato over to Vergil, who was eager to be reacquainted with it. The sword finally in the hands of its true master after all that time.