Hello my lovelies!

First of all, Happy New Year to all my readers! I'll cut a long story short here; I got ill, went away for mine and my sisters' birthday, went away for Christmas, got ill again, came home, got better and I've been working non-stop since! So I thought, new year, new story.

And I have to say right now that I've actually put Between the Times and Dusk on hiatus for the time being. I sort of lost all love for Assassins Creed after I played 3. I will however be updating Something Wicked soon. That was an interesting one, I had several chapters written for it when I was sick at Christmas and saved them all on a memory stick which since I came back home; I CAN'T FIND ANYWHEERREE! So I've been in the process of re-writing chapters when I can. Which is sort of difficult right now because I've been working so damn much. *le sigh* I should have some up soon though, so please bear with me.

In the meantime, have a new story with New Dante! :) Please follow, favourite, review and all that lovely stuff. Let me know what you think my dears.

Peace, hope you're all well. :)

-Deeny xxxxxxxx

All OC characters are of my creation. DmC characters belong to Capcom.

Dante sighed as he propped himself up against a wall in the club he was in; beer in hand watching people dance away and attempt to talk over the loud industrial music. His brother had requested that he scope out a few clubs in the Lower District to try and find a possible recruit to the Order. From what Vergil could gather from the little information he could actually find about the possible recruit which were all rumours was that she would be a powerful ally.

Of course Dante's interest perked up when he found out that the recruit was female, but even then right now he would have preferred doing something productive like watching TV or pulling women. But no his brother had sent him out on a recruitment drive with the sole reason why he had to do it was that Dante, was the woman's "type" apparently. There had been reports of men who were all fairly similar ending up in hospital suffering from nausea, dizziness and exhaustion as well as random bouts of amnesia. All of which occurred within a few days of each other for a few weeks at a time, then would not happen for at least a month before they started again. Rumours also said that this woman was the cause of this phenomenon as well as the fall of several local gangs due to the deaths of their leaders, but also; she may not even be totally human. But right now, Dante was using himself as bait to lure the woman out as he seemed to fall in to the "type." That was if she was even in this damn club at all.

Dante sighed again as he looked down at what was now his fifth beer. He was getting tired of hanging around and was seriously considering moving on to the next club to try his luck there. That was until an unusual fragrance hit him. It was overpowering. The scent of raspberries, roses, vanilla and the base note of death filled his head as he scanned the club looking for the source of the smell. A woman with pale skin and long black hair draped over her shoulders, wearing a revealing short and low cut crimson coloured dress proudly walked in high heels through the crowds of people who were dancing or chatting. She had a coy smile on her face as she stalked through the masses of people who just seemed to move out of her way automatically. Dante noticed that every single guy in the room was staring at her as she glided along. And they were all staring at her with good reason, even Dante himself; she was absolutely stunning.

Dante walked over to the bar to order another beer and move in to better view of the woman. This had to be who Vergil was talking about. He watched the woman who was now perched on the knee of some guy; laughing with a drink in her hand. The man who's knee she was sat on looked fairly tall, had dark hair and was wearing dark jeans along with a black wifebeater. Yep, she definitely had a type. Dante continued to watch as he drank his beer, wanting to laugh at every man who walked by nearly crashing in to somebody as he glared at the woman sat on the guys knee. The more Dante looked at her, the more she looked familiar like he had seen her somewhere before. He thought his hardest on where he had seen her before but to no avail. He looked over at the woman again only to find she was leading the guy away over to the club exit. Dante downed the rest of his beer and decided to follow them.

He kept his distance for a while as he watched the woman leading the man through a maze of alley ways. Taking care not to be spotted; Dante peeked round a corner he had hidden round to find that the woman had thrust the man up against a wall and had her hands firmly planted on either side of his head, his eyes were closed as if he were in a deep sleep. The woman was now enveloped in a dull light that outlined her body that subtly brightened as she began kissing the man. Barely even half a minute later, she broke away from the man and let his body drop to the ground in a heap as she walked away. Dante gave it a few minutes before he wandered over to man on the ground. He checked for a pulse which was still there, but he was out cold; mumbling away as if he were tucked up in his bed getting a good nights rest. Dante left him where he was, he could call somebody out to him shortly but right now he had to catch up to the woman. She had now taken to the main streets and had hurried her pace along through the nicer side of town. Soon she had powerwalked her way to a fairly new high rise block of apartments and threw herself through the main doors. Dante thought that this must be where she lived. If that was in fact true, then she wasn't short of money. These apartments were not cheap at all.

But know seeing as the woman had gone inside, Dante decided to go home. He was pissed off that he didn't manage to catch her but thought it best that he try again when he didn't have a comatose body to go back and attend to. He also didn't know what she was either nor could he remember exactly where he'd seen her before. Dante set off on his way home cutting back through the rough part of town on his way to the pier where his trailer was. He called his brother to update him.

'I found her.'

'Did you talk to her or are you bringing her back?' Vergil asked his brother.

'Nope. She got away, I found where she lives though.'

'That's better than nothing I suppose.' Vergil sighed. 'Try again some other time Dante.'

'I will, I just can't shake this feeling that I've seen her somewhere before though.'

'You've seen her before? When was this?'

'About a month ago I think.' Dante said as he looked around the streets at all the drunks falling out of seedy bars and strip clubs. 'Wait a minute…'

'You remembered something?' Vergil asked, waiting for a reply.

'I'm passing through the shit-hole district right now, I was down here a few times last month in a few bars and one strip club.'

'And?'

Dante sighed. 'I'm pretty sure she works in the Cellar strip club. There was a stripper in there I saw who looked just like her, totally surrounded by guys the place was packed.'

'Well go in tomorrow night and see if she's in there then. Talk to you later.' Vergil said before he hung up the phone. Dante just grinned, he got to spend tomorrow night in a strip club.

Dante was setting himself up for a long wait. He found a table in a dark corner of the Cellar strip club and got himself a few drinks. Some of the scantily clad staff who wandered over to clear his table had been eying him up for most of the evening which he thoroughly enjoyed especially as they weren't wearing much. But now Dante had noticed that dozens of men had just swarmed in to the club. The clubs star attraction would be taking to the stage in around ten minutes. Dante hauled himself over to the bar and waited what seemed like forever to get served, after the sudden influx of guys bought their drinks and rushed off to find a good spot to watch the stage from. The lights had dimmed down to near darkness and the male clientele of the club had all begun to whistle and cheer just as Dante managed to get served at the bar. He ordered another beer without taking his eyes away from the stage. A spotlight appeared, cutting through the darkness like a white hot knife sending light bouncing of a tall chrome stripper pole in the middle of the stage. The music had started; the dulcet tones of Only You by Portishead filled the club. And out stepped the woman, looking even more stunning than the night before when Dante had seen her. Her long black, wavy hair fell around her shoulders and she was covered from head to toe in glittering crystals which could be seen sparkling underneath a near transparent peach silk robe. She glided over to the pole and effortlessly began spinning around it in all directions with the grace and discipline of a gymnast. She knew exactly what she was doing and seemed to have a skill level well above the standard pole dancers Dante had seen in the other clubs. She was a marvel to watch. But he was right, he had seen her before.

Dante rested his arm on the bar and caught the attention of a young blonde female bartender wearing a corset and lacy underwear with fishnet stockings and impressively high heels.

'Who's that?' He asked the girl as she was busy preparing cocktails at the bar for a large order.

'That's Callista, she's our best dancer.' The girl replied as she began shaking a cocktail mixer.

'Is it always this busy in here?' Dante questioned further.

'Not really.' The girl shrugged as she tapped the side of the cocktail mixer to release the two halves. 'We only get real busy when Callista's working, we take double on the door and even more than double on the bar. She only does two single performances in a week, maybe private shows if anyone can afford it.' The girl huffed.

'You sound pretty sore about that.' Dante smirked as he sipped his beer.

'Nope. When she does work the rest of us all end up with a shit load more tips than what we do on a regular night. And she looks after us, nobody can complain at that.'

'I guess so.' Dante replied. He turned back in the direction of the stage where Callista had now removed her silk robe and was walking across the tables, the men surrounding them were all slack-jawed as she glided across in her skyscraper heels, taking a few seconds every so often to tease the men sat down. She was naked save for the crystals stuck to her skin and a tiny diamante g-string. Even Dante became slack-jawed after a few moments of watching her. She had every single man in the room under her spell; and Dante was pretty sure she was bewitching everyone somehow; even him.

Callista's performance had come to an end and she quickly bowed and scurried off backstage as the lights dimmed down again. Dante could see the silhouettes of stage hands with huge brooms, pushing them across the floor building up mounds of cash that the now screaming and cheering hordes of men had thrown on stage. From what the girl behind the bar had said about Callista only doing two shows a week, Dante figured she was finishing now and would be leaving; she really didn't seem like the type to stick around. He quickly downed the rest of his beer and made his way to the door. He hung around outside for a bit waiting to see if Callista was leaving. Then the smell came; the sweet smell of berries and flowers washed over him. Sure enough, she flew out of the front door saying a quick "see ya" to the two bouncers who were working that night. She hurried off at a quickened pace with Dante following her as close as he could without being seen or heard; which proved even slightly difficult for him even though the woman was flying along at breakneck speed wearing impossible shoes. He was thinking about calling after her but decided against it. She was always in a hurry to get back home it seemed; he didn't want to spook her.

Callista did the same as she did the night before, by taking the odd shortcut through alleyways. They were only a few minutes away from her apartment building but Dante wondered why Callista had just turned up an alleyway going in the completely wrong direction. He sped up to catch up with her and turned in to the alley to find she wasn't there. Vanished.

Then he felt something cold and hard pressed right against the back of his head.

'Would you mind telling me why you've been following me?' The female voice said as smooth and rich as honey; perfect English but with a slight accent around some words.

Dante was grinning as he raised his hands slowly up past his shoulders before turning round, facing a shiny gun that was pointed right between his eyes.

'Now where exactly did you hide a gun in a dress like that?' Dante grinned even more as he looked Callista up and down. She was wearing a similar dress to the one she had on the night before but with shorter sleeves, a lower neckline and in an odd emerald green colour.

'Wouldn't you like to know?' Callista retorted with a grin. Dante didn't even need to think about that, yes he would have liked to know indeed.

'Listen, I'm not here to fight you or harm you. It's my brother, he wants to talk to you.' Dante said as he lowered his hands trying to look less threatening. 'We're from the Order. I'm to escort you to our hideout.'

Callista glared at Dante for a few long seconds before she lowered her gun which fizzled away magically in to thin air.

'Okay, I'm slightly intrigued by that. And the fact you smell like angst and cheap booze and slack-pussied demon whores.' Callista purred as she took a step closer to him and landed both her hands on either side of his head, pressing her fingers in to his temples. The pain Dante felt was excruciating, like his brain had been jumped on by somebody wearing spiked shoes. It lasted for a split second then stopped when Callista removed her hands.

'What the hell was that?' Dante exclaimed as he rubbed his head.

'Keep it down.' Callista commanded. 'I believe you.'

Dante looked perplexed when she said that. 'What did you…'

'Don't look so shocked I read your mind. Dante. And you know who I am so no need for introductions.'

'What the hell are you?'

Callista just smiled. 'Long story, now come on we have to move. I know the demons would just love to run in to you right now.' She grabbed Dante's coat sleeve and tugged him in the direction she was now walking, back toward her apartment complex.

'Where exactly are we going?' Dante asked. He knew damn well where Callista was dragging him he just wanted her to confirm it.

'My place, it's safe there. Plus I want to shower and change before I go meet your Order people.' Said Callista as she let go of Dante's sleeve.

'So wait a minute,' Dante started. 'Why are you bringing me exactly?' Callista sighed, she was getting tired of the questions.

'For a start, from what I could find in your head which is in a mess by the way… the demons seem to like dragging you in to Limbo. A lot. At the rate they work at I'll forever be waiting for you to take me to your brother and I sure as hell don't wanna get dragged in either, not prepared anyway. Now are you coming or what?'

Dante wanted to come out with a smart-ass remark, but left it. He had the feeling this woman could have the potential to seriously drive him insane in some way. Most likely through the way she spoke which was quite infuriating; but on the other hand, he couldn't stop looking at her. And they always say the beautiful ones are the most trouble. Looking at Callista he thought that trouble probably followed her around like an overly loyal dog. Like he himself was doing now, quickly through the streets and straight in to the foyer of her apartment building where a security guard was sat switching between watching some TV channel and security monitors.

'Good evening Ms. Lorenzini.' The security guard smiled at Callista as she walked through the foyer.

'Good evening to you Benny.' Callista smiled back. Dante looked over at Benny who was staring him down slightly in a strange way. He just grinned and carried on walking, catching up with Callista who was now pressing buttons for the elevator. They both stepped inside, Callista pressed more buttons on a small keypad she opened up on the elevators main panel. The Penthouse light on the panel lit up and the elevator made it way up to the top of the building.

'What was his problem?' Dante huffed just as the elevator reached the top floor.

'Benny's worked here a long time, well since before I started living here you'll be the first guy he's seen me bring back since…' Callista stopped abruptly. 'It's not important.' She said as she smiled and shook her head a little.

'Why, did you guys date or something?' Dante quizzed. Callista let out a short laugh.

'No haha! No, it's just… Ah, we're here.'

Dante sensed Callista was thankful for the elevator coming to a halt and the doors opening to their floor providing the interruption. She shot over to a lone set of double doors in front of the elevator and punched in some more numbers on a keypad on the wall. A buzzer sounded as well as a heavy duty lock being freed signalling the doors were now open. Callista stepped inside and closed the doors as soon as Dante was in. He stood in awe of the place. This place was huge.

'And how exactly does a stripper afford a place like this?' Dante said after a long whistle, he was pretty impressed as he looked around. The floors were all real mahogany, the furniture looked expensive, the ceilings were high and the chandeliers hanging from them were probably worth a small fortune. The open plan living, kitchen and dining area looked out through huge windows giving an incredible view of the city. Up some rather grand looking stairs was probably where the bedrooms and bathrooms were.

'That' s another long story.' Callista muttered. 'Dante can you do me a favour?'

'Yeah what is it?' Dante replied, feeling strangely compliant.

'Unzip me.' Callista said as she spun around and moved her hair to the side. Dante instantly fulfilled her request. He ran the zip down Callista's dress, revealing her bare back which was still covered in crystals from her performance earlier.

'Thanks. I'm still covered in these stupid things, hot water will get them off I hope they're starting to itch.' Callista muttered. 'Please make yourself at home I won't be long. There's beer in the fridge, liquor in the cabinet there.'

Dante looked over to where the fridge was then back to Callista who wasn't standing in front of him anymore. She disappeared again within a split second. He shrugged his shoulders and made his way over to the fridge to grab a beer. He took his time wandering around the apartment. There were some strange pieces of art on the walls which didn't really interest him. The TV in front of the sofa was absolutely huge and the sofa's themselves were big and plush. The place was full of things that only a rich person could afford. Then Dante found himself drawn to a console table where a cordless phone base sat next to some picture frames. One was of Callista and some of the girls from the strip club wearing Halloween costumes and another, was of Callista being hugged from behind by a young dark haired man. Both were smiling in the picture, they looked happy.

He wandered around the apartment a bit more, taking in the view of the city from the large windows whilst he drank his beer. But then he noticed something more interesting; a katana sword in a black sheathe on a rack on the other side of the staircase. Dante wandered over to take a closer look and he reached out to pick up the sword only to be stopped by a hand that popped out of the wall; grabbing a hold of the sword and lifting it off the rack. A body soon followed the hand through the wall, it was Callista; freshly showered and clad in denim shorts, knee high leather boots and a blue flannel shirt barely buttoned and tied up under her bust showing most of her midriff.

'I wouldn't touch this if I were you, not unless you want a nasty shock.'

Dante was confused now but refused to show it. Now he was really intrigued by this woman and what she was. He watched her as she tightened her grip around the sword which magically vanished, much like her gun did earlier.

'Lets go.'

'Thank you for taking the time to meet with me, my name is Vergil. I'm sure Dante has given you the short story.' Vergil said as he held out his hand, Callista graciously shook it.

'Callista. Nice to finally meet the handsome face beneath the mask.' She replied with a coy smile. Dante scrunched his face up at that remark, he was Vergil's twin after all. 'And we have a Medium in our midst too.'

'Oh we do. Let me introduce you Kat, she's a trusted member of group.' Vergil said. Callista held her hand out to Kat who almost hesitantly shook it.

'Okay so that's the important introductions out of the way, what do you want?' Callista asked as she folded her arms and glared at Vergil. Forward and straight to the point.

'I was hoping to ask for your assistance. We're planning on taking down Mundus and his demon army, freeing the world from his grasp.' Vergil answered. 'We believe you may be able to help us with your abilities.'

Callista wanted to laugh. 'And you think that you can? Mundus is crazy, provoke him enough and he'll cause mass genocide on the humans in retaliation.'

'We believe we can stop him, we have a plan.' Vergil said.

'Oh a plan? I hope it's a good one, because a shit plan would have you two being captured, tortured then destroyed. I hear Nephilim fetch a tidy price nowadays.' Callista said as she pointed at both Dante and Vergil. Vergil looked taken aback slightly.

'You know we're…'

'She's psychic.' Dante interjected.

'Oh,' Vergil started. 'Do you mind my asking what…'

'What I am?' Callista grinned. 'Let me show you something.'

Vergil and Kat watched her closely as she instantly phased over to Dante's side and casually rested her elbow on his shoulder, her hand rested on his chest.

'Dante my darling, will you go to the nearest coffee shop and get me a large skimmed milk latte and a blueberry muffin?' Dante nodded.

'Yeah, sure thing.' He nodded again and turned away, walking down the long stone corridor to deal with Callista's request. He got some distance away before he realised what he was doing and come storming back down the corridor.

'What the fuck did you just do to me?' He raised his voice at Callista who was stood laughing at him, Vergil and Kat were also trying their hardest not to laugh.

'That's just one of my tricks. I have many more but they work better on humans.' Callista chuckled. 'I'm a hybrid, not like you two though. My mother was half-human half-Siren. My father however, was an Incubus. And I turned out, like this.'

Callista's explanation hit Dante like a tonne of bricks. It all made sense to him now. Of course she was gorgeous if she had Siren blood in her and her father being an Incubus, which was probably where she got most of her powers from.

'I acquired my mother's beauty, her voice and her ability to enchant and seduce the opposite sex. As for my father I inherited his strength, powers of regeneration, levitation and his phasing ability. But I also acquired his hunger.'

'Hunger?' Dante questioned.

'Incubus demons feed on energy, namely sexual energy either from the act itself or sexual tension emitted from a body. I need to feed in order to function. If I don't, I become weak and my abilities cease to work correctly.' Callista explained. Everything now had started to make sense now.

'You can't draw energy from women, can you?' Kat spoke up.

'Correct. I can only feed from men.'

'So the groups of men who were in hospital being treated for exhaustion and amnesia were all…' Kat continued.

'Yes, I had fed from them. I place them in a sleep-state, they dream of their fantasies and desires; I feed on their energy. I make it so they don't even remember who I am when they wake.'

'Fascinating.' Said Vergil, he did look rather in awe at Callista. Yeah fascinating. It explains a lot. Dante thought. Then he spoke up.

'So you lure in men with your Siren side to feed your Incubus side.' Dante said.

'Correct. It works rather well.' Callista grinned. 'So, do you still need my assistance now? I can be quite a handful.'

Callista had phased home. She told the group that she could be contacted at any time and she'd be there within a split second. Although she did make it known that she was not looking forward to making the odd trip in to Limbo, she said she would do what she could to help out, her reason being that she quite liked humans and that they did not deserve to be under rule of the demons. They were her energy source too and it was becoming harder now to find a human who hadn't been tainted and had become Demon Collaborators; which she couldn't feed on and made her sick if she did. There were some supernatural creatures she could feed on, but not that many; they did have to be humanoid for a start which she was thankful for. Some creatures were just downright gruesome and disgusting. Kat had been busy researching more information on Incubus demons and had filled in the twins. If Callista really wanted to, she could probably drain a man of all of his energy and leave him brain-dead and lifeless. They figured this was probably how she managed to kill several mafia bosses without even making a single mark on them. She stuck to a certain type that she killed or nearly drained to death, they were all criminals of some variety; most having been convicted of rape or sexual assault or battery against women. Though most she had fed on really were just normal men who happened to be her type. Tall, dark and handsome.

The night after, Vergil had spent some time actually trying to contact Callista but to no avail, even though she said she could be contacted anytime. It wasn't until Dante put his brother straight.

'If you can't get her then she's probably working y'know?' Dante stated, Vergil had never thought of that. He wanted her to come round so they could all go through the plan they were formulating. 'I can go get her?' Dante offered. He literally ran out of the building as soon as his brother said yes to him fetching Callista back. He would rather be hanging around in a strip bar than in here any day.

It didn't take him long to get to the Cellar. When he got inside he saw Callista leave a small room in the corner of the club, a man wearing a rather expensive looking suit had left the room just seconds before her. A bouncer who had been waiting outside walked behind Callista as she made her through to what must have been the backstage area. Dante hurried over.

'Callista!' He called after her. The bouncer turned round and forcefully landed his hand on Dante's chest keeping him back.

'Leave him be Ricky, he's with me.' Callista said to the bouncer. Dante just smirked at the towering man when he removed his hand. She nodded her head at Dante, signalling for him to follow her. He walked behind her as she went through a series of doors, the sound of the other strippers laughing and chatting with each other could be heard coming from the other rooms. They eventually got to what must have been Callista's own dressing room.

'Seems like you're the favourite around here.' Dante said as he looked around the room. Callista had begun removing her clothing or removing what little she had on was more appropriate. A sheer black robe she was wearing had come off and was now hung on a clothes rail full of other costumes and lingerie. Dante caught a glimpse of what little she was actually wearing, some skyscraper heels, lacy matching underwear and stocking and suspenders. A glimpse was all he needed, then she disappeared behind a screen in the corner of the room; the underwear now being thrown over it.

'Well I do make the club a lot of money.' Callista raised her voice from behind the screen.

'So who was the guy?' Dante asked.

'Owner of a luxury car dealership, he was here for his younger brothers stag do. Has more money than sense. He's actually been taking money from his employees' pension fund plus he's been fucking his secretary, instead of his wife. Oh, and she's pregnant with their second child by the way.'

'So how much do you charge for a private lap-dance then?' Dante quizzed as he sat down on a small leather sofa opposite the screen, he was getting impatient now. Then Callista stepped out from behind the screen clad in her boots, shorts and tied up shirt, this shirt was a deep red colour instead of blue. She grinned at Dante when he asked her that question.

'You couldn't afford it.' Callista smiled coyly.

'And what makes you say that?' Dante responded in his defence.

'I told you when we first met, you smell of cheap booze and whores, quite talentless ones at that. I'm quite sure you could do so much better. If you tried.'

'The way you say that makes me think that you're quite confident in your abilities.' Dante scoffed.

Callista phased out of sight and planted herself on Dante, straddling him as she ran her hands up his chest.

'I'm not even using my powers of persuasion right now and I know you're getting hot under the collar.' Callista purred at Dante as she brought her face scarily close to his. 'Your heart rate has increased as well as your body temperature. I can also feel your blood rushing to a very important place.'

Callista phased off Dante and stood by the doorway.

'I'll be honest with you Dante, you intrigue me. ' She said to the slightly dumbstruck looking man. 'Let's go, walk with me.'

Dante caught up with Callista as they walked through the club together toward the exit. 'You never did tell me how much you charge for a private dance.'

'Five grand.'

Dante nearly started spluttering. 'FIVE GRAND?!' He exclaimed. 'Just for a private dance?'

'Yep. Half an hour of my company and a few dances. That's it, sort of. Most of the time I put them in a sleep state and I paint my nails.' Callista said. The pair had just walked out of the clubs exit, Dante was receiving some pretty dirty looks off the customers and some of the guys standing in line outside. 'I don't normally get many requests, it is a lot of money but every so often when a disgusting, vile rich human walks in, I'll persuade him.'

'So you don't…' Callista knew what Dante was going to ask.

'I certainly do not. And if you want to know something quite shocking coming from a half-sex demon, I don't actually have sex all that much.'

Dante looked surprised. Callista always had men chasing after her, even if she used her abilities or not. He was also quite surprised that she was even answering his questions. 'I have a hard time believing that.'

'Well believe it.'

Dante didn't believe it in the slightest. 'If you say so.'

'You ask an awful lot of questions don't you?'

'I just wanna know who I'm working with.'

Callista sighed. 'You mean you wanna know if you can trust me? Or… something else.'

'Pretty much.' Dante knew what she was insinuating. Callista just smirked and shook her head. Cheeky shit.

'Dante I've had a dig around in your head, I wouldn't even be here if I didn't trust you. And that's the truth. So, you can trust me. I know they're only words but right now, that's all I got.'

The pair carried on walking the back streets, keeping away from the well-lit main streets where the cameras tended to be. It wouldn't be long now before they arrived back at the Order's base. That was until Callista started sniffling and rubbing her nose. Dante had stayed somewhat quiet after Callista told him that he could trust her. He believed her to an extent, but he still hadn't made his mind up.

'Something wrong?' Dante asked her as she carried on sniffling.

'I just can't seem to get the smell of demon poison out of my nose, it's kinda bothering me. Unless…'

'Unless what?'

'Dante please tell me I'm not being crazy and that you can smell that?'

'I can't really smell demons y'know.'

Callista shook her head and turned around to look behind her. A human with black goo dripping from his eyes was skulking toward them with his arms outstretched. Callista phased over to the figure and drew her sword from nowhere, slashing its head off. The head bounced a few times and rolled along the ground before it hit a wall and stopped.

'Collaborator.' Dante mumbled. 'Shit.'

As if on cue, the walls and ground started to erupt and burst; changing form right in front of Dante and Callista's eyes.

'Here we go again.' Dante sighed.

'Wait! Ah God-dammit why am I getting dragged in to Limbo too?' Callista shouted as she slashed her still drawn sword around in frustration.

'Because you're with me, that's why.' Dante said to her matter-of-factly. 'I hope you can fight.'

'Ha!' Callista chortled. 'I think the real question is can you fight?'

'That better be sarcasm I hear.' Dante grinned as he saw scores of Stygian and Pathos demons come in to view. 'Why don't we make this more interesting?'

'Interesting how?' Callista asked. 'How could this situation be made any more interesting than what it is already?'

'We have a bet. First to land the killing blow on the demon that dragged us in here wins.'

'And what do you want if you win Dante?'

Dante just smirked, Callista had an idea what he was about to say. 'As you said earlier that I couldn't afford it, I want a private dance from you, without the sleep thing.'

'Deal.'

Well that was easy. Dante thought.

'But if I win you have to be my minion for the day, you cocky bastard.'

'Deal.'

Dante drew Rebellion, Callista still had her Katana drawn. The pair clashed swords together as if to say they both agreed the terms, almost like some kind of warriors' handshake.

'Just gotta get these assholes out of the way first, then I'm on my way to finding out what a five grand lap-dance is like.' Dante grinned, making his words sound like he had won already.

'THEN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR?'

Dante looked up to see Callista levitating behind one of the Pathos demons. She had thrust her sword in from behind and quickly yanked it back out, the demon disintegrating as she did.

'Time to get violent.'