It was another slow day in town. The streets were as quiet as if death itself had swept through every corner, and the phone was silent. Dante had expected the calls to start coming in after he had gotten his shop named, but he had only gotten wrong numbers and people that want pansy jobs. "Being a mercenary isn't what it's cracked up to be.." He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling, as if in a trance out of the sheer boredom he's had lately. It's been over a year since he and his twin brother Vergil fought for their fathers sacred weapon, the Force Edge, deep within the lairs of Hell. Ever since, Dante's memories had haunted him with Vergil's daunting smile piercing into his mind as he fell to his death, or so he thought.
"Was his decision to fall down into that crevasse, ain't like I pushed him..so why do I need to feel guilty for him being a jackass?" Over time, Dante had picked up some bad habits, such as talking to himself over the memories enveloping his mind, and making it hard to pick up a sword. After he had retrieved the Force Edge, he put away the sword that was given to him as a birthright from his parents, Rebellion, and stuck with his fathers sword to remember him and his brother by, while his mothers spirit stayed with him by the amulet around his neck. Their spirits made Dante feel secure, and not forget that his dysfunctional family still had love in between all of the hate.
Finally, after 2 weeks however, the phone finally started to ring. The shock making Dante collapse from his chair and hyperventilate for a few moments, caused a wide smile to appear on his face. This could finally be the big break he was looking for, a new job. Hopefully a well-paying one. Working for free isn't his idea of making a living, but that's all he could get lately. Getting back on his chair and resting his feet on the desk, Dante knocked the heel of his boot on the desk afterward to make the receiver of the phone fly into Dante's hand, and to his ear. "Devil May Cry, the store that shows no mercy..what's your business?" A deep voice at the other end of the phone answered him.
"I want you..to go west, to meet with a man named Belmont in the distant castle..exterminate of him and his comrade, and you will be awarded greatly, with treasures beyond your imagination!" The caller hung up, and Dante felt more relaxed. He already made his way to the door, grabbing his favorite red coat along the way with his two handguns already inserted into the holsters strapped to the back, and slid Force Edge onto his back. "Sounds good to me, here's hoping he has fine liquor and enough money to buy a new stereo for the shop." As he made his way out, Dante shot a glance toward Rebellion anchored on the wall next to the exit. "This might come in handy as well..I always preferred my older sword anyway." Picking it up and sliding Rebellion onto his back opposite of Force Edge, he kicked the doors open and made his way down the city streets.