20 years later...

Twenty years have passed since the Carmine family had adopted the baby, which they found out is a boy, and Carmilla had decided to name him Vincent. They also found out that he has a forked tail, since it splits in two halfway down the tail.

The Carmine's knew he had to be a hellborn due to being a baby, and that his blood was black like ink when doing a blood test. Though they weren't sure what kind of hellborn he is. What they did find out was that he's a mix of plant, and animal. A combination not often seen in other demons, unless someone is a sinner that matches that biological description somehow. So a hellborn being half plant is something unheard of from what they know.

Biology aside, Carmilla, Clara, and Odette took great care of little baby Vincent. Giving him all the love, and affection he deserves. He went from skin, and bones, to a happy chubby baby. His sickly pale green skin soon became a bright yellow green color.

As Vincent grew up, his claws began to fully develop from little nubs, to become long, and sharp. He even began to develop dark red bands on his feet, and along his tail. His dull colored eyes became dark red with bright orange irises with black slit pupils. As he got older, his head grew a little bright yellow fin that acted like his hair, and soon grew into a spiny mohawk that was fin-like. He even developed brow horns that emphasized his already viper-like head. His teeth grew sharp with a bright pale yellow color. His claws were talon-like with four claws on his hands, and feet. The claws on his feet were formed in an 'X' shape. Two facing out on the front of his foot, and two facing out on the back. Giving his feet a vice-like grip, almost like a an owl, or something.

Once he was old enough, his mother put him through training. Hand to hand, firearms, melee weapons, all of it. All three wanted to make sure, in their words, "prepare their baby boy/brother for the world."

Once he matured, he grew stinger-like barbs at the end of his twin tails. Making his long whip-like forked tail much deadlier than it already is. He also discovered that he could grow long vines that can either act as tendrils like extra limbs, or even grow sharp toothed flytraps with three jaw petals that can spray highly corrosive acid. He can also do the same acid spray with his mouth. He also displayed quick regeneration capabilities. Which was discovered when his hand nearly got sliced off during a training session.

His mom, and sisters wouldn't let him out their sight for a while after that.

He also developed small thorn-like spikes on his knuckles. Even three longer thorn-like spikes on the sides of his forearms.

He also grew taller than either of them. Vincent being at least a foot taller than his mother by her head. Though despite this, Carmilla still refers to him as her 'little baby boy' in private. Clara, and Odette tease him about him being their 'baby brother' whenever they feel like it. Much to his embarrassment.

Vincent felt like his current skills could be improved more, but Carmilla had taught him all she knew. Vincent was becoming restless, so she sought help from someone she'd never thought she'd ask.

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Dante Sparda.

A demon hunter so notorious, and powerful, that you'd have to be pretty arrogant or stupid enough to fight him.

Which most demons are.

Anyways, Carmilla, reluctantly, allowed Vincent to take an apprenticeship with the son of Sparda. On the condition that he doesn't allow anything bad to happen to her son.

However, his mentor began to rub off on him. Quite a bit. Much to the annoyance of Carmilla. Fortunately for her, it hasn't gotten out of hand. Not yet at least. It's just a headache waiting to happen, she just knows it.

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Pentagram City, Entertainment district...

The entertainment district. Also known as the prime territory for the three overlords known as the Vees. Within this district, there's no shortage of entertainment for those looking for a sexual thrill, the latest tech, or trends.

While it may sound like a good time for most demons, but just because it's called the entertainment district, it doesn't mean it's not dangerous. It's still hell after all.

Within a dark alleyway, a delivery truck is seen speeding down the road like they're trying to get away from something.

Or someone.

"Did we lose him?!? Tell me we lost him!!!" The sinner driving the truck demanded to know in a panic.

"I think we did! I mean, I don't see him. So I think we're in the clear." The sinner in the passenger seat said.

"You better be right. You better be right, or it's your ass that gets put in the ground first!" The driver threatened, still on edge.

Suddenly, something launched the front of the truck into the air from underneath, and the moving truck is flipped onto its back as the crooks scream in fright. The truck skids on the asphalt, spinning out of control before stopping once it crashes against a small store.

Both the driver, and the passenger, were a bit dazed. They groaned from the sudden impact, feeling the pain caused from it, and tried to collect themselves.

"Uuuuggggghhhhh... dammit." The driver groaned.

Suddenly, the driver door is ripped off with ease, and the driver is torn from his seat by yellow green vines as he screamed in terror. Thuds, and cracks that sound like the driver being punched can be heard. It's quickly followed by the sound of a blade piercing through flesh, and bone as the driver gasps before a sickening crunch is heard.

The passenger is paralyzed with fear as his seat belt keeps him from falling out of his seat.

He looked down to see a four clawed, maroon red banded foot crush the glass on the asphalt before a figured appeared in view.

They wore a greenish brown leather gothic looking coat with a back vent or slit for their long forked tail, the bottom of the coat reaching past their knees due to their somewhat long digitigrade legs, and the torso of the coat is layered with triangular layers. The ends of the sleeves, the bottom of the coat, and the edges of the coat layers are highlighted with a somewhat dark purple color. The color is popped up, there's white metallic spikes on the shoulders with nine spikes on each, and three bright yellow thorn-like spikes can be seen poking out of the sleeves on each arm.

He soon meets the gaze of a hunter with dark red sclera, bright orange irises, slit pupils, and a menacing smile full of bright pale yellow sharp teeth.

(A/n: I own this because I drew it)

Vincent Viper-Thorn Carmine. Adopted son of Carmilla Carmine, and demon hunter.

"Look what we got here. It's the other dumbass who thought it would smart to steal one of my mother's delivery trucks." He snarled with a sinister grin.

"P-Please—"

"Shut up, and don't bother begging." Vincent interrupted.

Four vines reached in, and wrapped around the thief before yanking him out of his seat, tearing apart the seatbelt. The vines slam the passenger against the side of the upside down delivery truck as Vincent stands in front of him with a smug, yet sinister smirk. The passenger looked in horror as he saw his partner's bloody corpse on the pavement with his throat ripped out.

"Alright, let's cut to the chase. Who paid you, and who are you working for?" Vincent asked as he got the thief's attention before crossing his arms.

"H-How do you know I'm working for anyone?" The thief stuttered with fear, shaking like a leaf.

"Because no one is ballsy enough to steal from my mother unless someone wants it that bad without paying. Let alone a whole fucking trucks worth of shit. So you might as well make it easy, and just spill it." Said Vincent, the smirk not leaving his face.

The two stingers of his forked tail are arched like a scorpion's, and are aimed closely to the sinner's eyes.

"I-I-I c-can't!" The truck thief stuttered fearfully.

"And why not?" Vincent asked, still smirking.

"Y-You don't know what they'll do to me if I tell you!" The thief said.

"Trust me. Whoever they are, they're the least of your worries when I'm around." Said Vincent.

A pair of vines sprout from his back, but these end in three jawed flytraps with sharp teeth.

"So start talking." Vincent ordered impatiently.

The flytraps inched closer to the thief's face. Threatening to spew acid, or rip the flesh off his body.

"ALRIGHT!!! ALRIGHT!!! I'LL TALK, I'LL TALK!!!" The thief yelled in a fear stricken panic.

"There we go. Now was that so hard?" Said Vincent.

"L-Look, my partner, and I were hired to hijack one of Carmine's delivery trucks because the one who hired us didn't want to bother paying for it. All I know is that she's a goetia demon! She never told us her name!" The thief explained.

"Why would a goetia need weapons made of angelic steel?" Vincent asked.

"Sh-She said it was to settle a personal matter!" The thief said.

"Sounds like she plans to have someone killed." Vincent thought out loud.

"That's what we were thinking, b-but we didn't ask anymore questions! She paid us half upfront for the job, and half when we got it done!" The thief continued to spill.

"Look at you, singing like a canary. Anything else I should know, or do I need to squeeze it out of ya?" Vincent half joked, and half questioned.

"That's all I know, I swear!" The thief said fearfully.

"Good. Now to tie up loose ends." Said Vincent.

"What— ACK!"

The thief gets stabbed in the heart by a knife that the demon hunter kept hidden, and the knife is made of angelic steel. So this sinner wasn't going to come back. Same can be said for their partner in crime.

To add insult to injury, Vincent clamped his jaws around the sinner's throat, crushing it, and ripping it open before dropping him onto the asphalt like trash.

Vincent fishes his phone out, and makes a call.

"Hey Mom. Got the truck. Good news is, I took care of the thieves, and got information out of one of them. The bad news is that the truck is in the entertainment district... on its back." Vincent said.

A tired sigh can be heard from his mother on the other end of the line before speaking.

"I suppose it's better than nothing. If the truck is still drivable, please bring it back. We can't have random sinners getting their hands on the weapons if I don't know who has them." His mother said, sounding like both a mother, and a no nonsense businesswoman.

"Roger that, Mom. I'll let you know when I get back." Vincent said before hanging up.

Vincent looks at the delivery truck to see what the damage is. It looks fine, other than the damage to the top of the cargo load from when it landed upside down, and the windows of the cab are shattered from the impact. He even checks the underside to see if the impact had damaged anything there when he flipped it over with his vines. There's some dents, and bents, but it looks manageable.

He summons large vines from the ground, and they carefully flip the truck back over onto its wheels.

Vincent gets into the cab, his vines grabbing the ripped off door in order to hold it in place. He turns the key to start the engine. Miraculously, the truck's engine comes to life.

With a smirk, Vincent uses extra vines to act as a seatbelt while the other vines are holding the door in place, and drives the truck back to the industrial district to his mother's place.