The demon hunter walked calmly into the dark cave, wearing his usual bland, emotionless face. As he walked, he could see nothing, not even his platinum white hair. For a demon, it would have been dark, yet somewhat visible. However, Dante's human side impaired his vision.

Dante stopped, and stood silent. He heard a small scuffle, which was probably softer than an ant walking. He tuned his ears to the source of the sound, and pulled out Ivory and Ebony. He fired one bullet from Ivory and said mockingly, "One for the money," then shot one bullet with Ebony, "two for the show."

A loud gurgling scream came from the demon, who immediately dropped to the ground. Dante walked slowly towards him, his footsteps echoing in the cave. He bent down and picked the scraggily demon up by its neck. "Got any last words, before I send you back to Theisor?"

"Damn you, son of Spa-," and Dante put a final bullet in its head.

"And three for the demon," Dante said with a tint of rage in his wild red eyes.