( Nico takes the coffee with a hum of thanks. There's definitely a time and a place for a sweet coffee with a dash of milk, but right now? She's more interested in the hot, full flavour of the black drink between her hands. It smells divine - Nico inhales appreciatively before taking a little sip, after which she moves to put her mug down and settle just a little closer to Hubert. )

Well, it's kinda in the family.

( Have a grim chuckle. )

My daddy, he got into some real dark stuff with the Order of the Sword - church crap, y'know? Turns out the High Priest Sanctus was a demon all along, an' my dad was workin' on some sort of alchemy to make him, uh ... a demonic army? Dante and Nero sorted that all out, though. He's dead now.

( She wrinkles her nose. )

Anyway, I wasn't raised my him - he abandoned us when I was a baby. My adopted grandma did my upbringin' after my mom died; taught me how to make artisinal weapons for sendin' those demons back to hell. She'd tell me stories about the weapons she made for the legendary Dante - devil hunter extraordinaire of Devil May Cry - and when Nero took over from him? That's when I made my move.

( Huh. It all sounds pretty crazy when you lay it out like that, doesn't it? Nico offers a vaguely sheepish smile. )

I found him, said I was lookin' for a job. Someone's gotta make up for what my daddy did, and - I'm good at it. Really good at it.