Hey everybody. Its FanFiction108 with my first ever story! And what better way to make one than about Dante and Lady. I love Devil May cry and I am a pro DantexLady fan. I could just picture them together. Anyway this is my first ever fanfiction story. Like ever ok. I would like people to Review and tell me what you think. I have never ever written a story. Only in school, but that was for English obviously. I really want to know what you guys think and what I should improve on. Anyway I don't even know how to do this introduction. I'm just typing what I feel like so I'll just exit and let you guys read it. Here is a couple thing you should know:
1. This is set 3 months after DMC3, but Lady is telling you about what happened before in a flashback through her POV. The reason I'm saying this is because she uses 1st AND 3rd person POV in the beginning.
2. I will be alternating between Lady and Dante's POV through chapters. Its just that this chapter will focus more on what Lady felt. I had to do this WHILE looking on youtube for the cutscenes and found out that she didn't really give much of a personality so I gave her one obviously.
3. This story will NOT be AU. The Lady and Dante might be a little OC, but that's expected with this pairing. I tried to make them as Canon as possible as you will see for Dante in the next chapter.
Well I think that's it. For anything that might confuse people, I have labeled ( ) inside the sentences and have explained them at the end of the chapter as I will do for the other chapters. But anyway onto the story and enjoy!
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Devil May Cry. *sniff*
Love of Two Devil Hunters.
Chapter 1: How It All Began
Lady's POV: Narration
Love. I knew it when I was a kid, before everything went to hell. I loved my mother and father…you know before he became a bastard. After that incident with him where he killed my mom, I buried that love along with my mother. It's only recently that it has resurfaced. Three months actually. And it bothers me. It shouldn't, but it does. It's like a nagging sensation in the back of my head that won't go away. Ever since I have been having these weird feelings around HIM, I've actually been asking myself a question. A question a normal person should know, but I'm not normal. A question that I used to know. A question I want to know. A question that I needed to know ever since I forgot how it felt to be loved.
What is love?
(1) Is it deep adoration for an object or human being? Is it admiration, affection, or infatuation on a deep level? Is it attachment to another person besides myself? Almost all my life I haven't given that questions a second thought, much less a first. The only time I did know the answer was before that bastard Arkham, who I refuse to call a father, killed the only person I truly loved. My Mother, Kalina. When he took her life, I collapsed. The day I lost my mother, I put aside everything. I was so destroyed by mom's death, I refused the name he gave me and swore to kill that asshole no matter what. Call it vengeance or revenge, I didn't care. I trained and trained for years until my body ached and I passed out from my exhaustion each day. I moved from place to place, taking odd jobs to make money and kill demons to further improve my skills and one day wreak havoc on that murderer. You see, I didn't have time for friends or boyfriends or anything like that. I was focused on making that monster pay that I just…..forgot. I forgot how to be normal, how to have friends, how to laugh, smile, cry. I forgot everything except my skills, memories, my motorcycle, and my weapons. Most importantly though.
I forgot about love.
Flashback Start
Lady's POV: Narration/ 1st Person
(2)Rewind to the day that changed my life forever. I had finally gotten a tip that the monster once known as my father was planning to raise the tower, Temen-ni-gru. Of course, I was too late and the tower was raised as I entered the city, but that couldn't stop me. I rode in on my motorcycle, killing demon after demon until I came to the entrance of that godforsaken tower. Not wanting to prolong anything, I burst through a window like surface on the entrance. Probably a mistake depending on how you look at what would happen after that.
I did not see the man in red in time.
Looking back on it, I thought I was going to crush him. The weight of my bike would surely kill him, if not severely injure him. I saw him look at me at the last few seconds with something that actually wasn't fear about to be crushed to death. He looked at me with curiosity and an ever knowing smirk. I didn't have time to call out as I neared the man and something unexpected happened. He jumped and dodged right near me. I was surprised. He did a little flip and turn in mid-air that made me think he wasn't normal either and I knew we both saw each other out of the corners of our eyes. I suppose he landed behind me while I hit the brakes on my motorcycle. I sat still for a brief moment contemplating if I should apologize because of my fault or tell this guy off for it being his fault. I did sort of almost kill him if it wasn't for his quick dodging and I didn't really check my surroundings to see if anyone was here besides me, but come on. If you saw a freaking tower with demons coming out of it, wouldn't you run? Who me? What about me? I've been training all my life so I think I get a free pass. Then I thought if it was this guys fault. Why would he be here in the first place? And why did he have a giant sword on his back? And for God sake, why the hell doesn't he have a shirt on? I could tell it was cold in here by the ice shards so why the fuck isn't this man in red shivering? All these thoughts ran through my head in seconds. Then he spoke.
"Are you going to the party? What's the hurry? Didn't you get an invitation?" He spoke in a cocky voice, like he was joking with a friend. He spoke childish, but sounded like someone in there early 20's.
Let it be known that before we became friends and named the Devil May Cry shop, I was (to simply put it) a bitch. Living a life of an avenger left me a social outcast. I didn't have time to play games and back then I had a really REALLY short temper. No I wasn't on my period you jerks. I was just ticked off that this man would talk to me like I was a kid or some girl of his. I had enough experience in my travels to know that men saw me as a quick lay. It didn't help that I had a miniskirt as my only set of clothes and no bra. First of all, I washed whenever I got the chance, okay. Secondly, it allowed easier access to my acrobatic skills. I Swear! But I'm getting ahead of myself. All I needed to know from his comment was that the tone he used with me ticked me off. Maybe I went overboard with my first impression, but like I said back then I was a complete bitch.
I swung Kalina Ann around my torso, the muzzle facing the douche bag who just spoke to me. Without looking, I pulled the trigger. I could hear my favorite weapon go off and expected to hear a blast from the explosion. Once again, I was surprised. I heard some "WOOOOOOHOOOO" behind me and my curiosity got the better of me. I turned to see the man in red riding…yes, RIDING my missile I just launched. What. The. Hell. I was awed and pissed. Awed by the fact he could do that. I mean I probably could, but it would take a like freaking forever to do. I might be a badass, but I've never tried to ride my own missile before. I'll try it out later. I was pissed though that this guy was treating the missile of MY Kalina Ann as a bull in a rodeo. He also seemed to be enjoying it! Finally, after a couple seconds, he dismounted my missile as it rounded him one more time then exploded in the ceiling. He looked back in enjoyment, WOOOO'd his last WOOOO , and looked back at me, chuckling a little. I put Kalina Ann away on my bike and was about to question this asshole for doing what he did when his eyes met mine. Then I finally got a good look at him.
He had on work boots and some plain old jeans. A big ass deep red coat as long as his body that only had a single strap in the front and, like I said earlier, he had no shirt on so I could plainly see his sculpted abs. Holy Shit, did he have abs. I could see a sword on his back, but I couldn't tell how it looked since he was facing me. I could see he had a sharp, handsome face that had no baby fat just like his build. And he also had white hair…wait what? He. Had. White. Hair. Suprisingly, it added to his handsome face and didn't bother me- wait. Did I say handsome? Heh. I dismissed the thought at the time, but I wasn't prepared for when finally, my eyes directly met his. Oh My God. I could feel my heart beat increase as he stared into my own hetero colored eyes. I felt like I could stare into his ocean blue eyes forever, gazing back at me. Okay so I sound a little girly, but honestly that's what I felt. I left my gaze on him, for fear I would look longer than I should have.
I did a donut on my bike to readjust myself and to also show him he wasn't the only bad ass her (and maybe to impress him just a little). I was facing him at the time I hit my nitrous. I know what your thinking. Why would I hit a guy, who I just met, with my bike head on? Well first, I wanted to see if this guy had some guts. He rode my missile and dodged my bike a second time so I thought he'd be able to do it a second time. Secondly, a part of me wanted to scare him for the playing he did with my weapon. How dare he do that? When I hit the button, I was sure he was going to side step or do a flip and dodge like last time. It was only when I was halfway to him I realized that he had a lot guts to stand there like a statue with his bangs covering his face… and that he wasn't going to move. I quickly used my technique and strength to jump over the man in red and exit out the opening behind him.
Then I realized again I didn't get his name. DAMN IT!
(3)Well, I'm falling.
I mean I've fallen from heights before but from the height of Temen-ni-gru is at least a top 5. I knew I couldn't die. I refused to die. Not while I was so close. I should've been faster. God I was so close to killing that bastard and now I'm falling. But good news is I had already come up with a plan. I was going to use Kalina to stop myself by cutting the side of this damn building. Hopefully the force would stop me completely and if not, then it would surely slow me down. I didn't mind climbing back up as long as that man was still there. Now if I could just maneuver myself and get close enough to-
"Gah."
I stopped suddenly in midair. I could feel something on my ankle, like a grip. It took me a second or two to fully realize something had caught me, then another second to see that it was-
Aw shit.
The Man in Red.
My instincts naturally kicked in and I aimed both my guns right in his face. I blushed slightly not because he was handsome (ok I admit it), but because I was upside down and I was wearing a skirt. This jerk was probably seeing everything.
"Well this is my kind of rain," he said. He looked up at the sky, ignoring me, and seemed to fake admiring it. "No wonder the sky looks so funny today." There it was again. The sly, cocky tone in his voice like he was some sort of womanizer. Damn it. I didn't have time for this.
"Let me go!" I commanded. I didn't feel like playing around back then so I was pissed someone interrupted my plan. I was also annoyed by his playful disposition.
"Let you go?" he said, feigning shock. He sounded like he cared, but anyone could tell he was still playing around. "But it'd be a waste if you just end up as a pretty stain."
Once again, back then I was a bitch so you can't blame me for doing what I did. I shot him. Yeah, right through the head. He automatically let me go and I was back to falling again. Greeeaaat. But one thing turned out good. I was now closer to the building allowing me to execute my plan. I quickly yanked out Kalina and stuck it to the side with all my might. It dragged on for a second before coming to a complete stop. I groaned at the force before I heard something.
"What the hell was that for?"
I looked up and sure enough there was the Man in Red…still alive. 'Son of a bitch' I thought, 'What does it take to kill him.'
"Here I am trying to help you and you show your thanks by shooting me." He said it as if he was offended. I guess he was considering I shot him after he "helped" me, which I wouldn't have had to do if he wasn't so smug.
So I shot him again.
I could see it hit somewhere around his face before he swung his head back from the force. I took that chance, swung myself around onto my Kalina, and aimed again. If he could survive one bullet to the face then I had to be ready
When he looked back at me, I could see all traces of his cockiness gone and replaced with annoyance. My heart stopped for a moment. 'Damn,' I thought, 'he looked much better before. At least he didn't look like he was pissed at me. I kind of feel bad for him. I feel bad too with him staring at me like this. Maybe I should apolo- wait what! Damn it, I don't care. Or at least I shouldn't. I mentally shook my head to get these thoughts out.
I saw him spit out the bullet (guess I know where it was) and then went back to glaring at me.
"Whatever," he said, "do as you please". He turned and walked out of view, possibly going to another part of the tower.
I kept my pistol up where it was for a second or two before lowering it. 'I guess it all makes sense now.' I thought, 'He dodg-well, rode my missiles and survived two shots to the face. No human can do that.'
"So, he's a demon to." I said with realization. However, I couldn't get that angry look out of my head. 'He looked so annoyed with me. Shit, why do I care? I've never cared about another man's opinion of me and he's not even a man. He's a demon. Yeah, just another demon I have to kill," I reassured myself. I still, however, couldn't get his glare out of my mind and how even now its hurts my chest.
(4)BANG
BANG
BANG
'God fucking damn it.' I thought. 'Why can't I hit him.' My back was against a wall and I could see the man in red advancing towards me like a hawk to a mouse. None of my bullets could get to him. I was tired and dizzy. I couldn't see straight from the effects of the battle we just had. No matter what, I could tell he was still toying with me.
BANG
CLICK
CLICK
Oh shit. I'm out.
And he's right in front of me.
I thought for a minute he was going to finish the job like the demon he is, but the whole time he kept his gaze on me. Actually, throughout his whole walk he never once took his eyes off of me. He put his hand on the wall near my head as if we were two teenagers being sneaky behind school. He stared down into my eyes and I stared back at his.
"I'll take care of him," he said. His voice was laced with determination. Did he intend to do this for…me? 'NO. I'm looking way too much into this. There's no way this demon has a heart. I don't care if he saved my life earlier or the way he looks so good- ugh.' I thought. Then I saw him lean in…for a kiss.
WHAT THE HELL.
He was good-looking. Very. I'll give him that, but we haven't even gone on a date or are in a relationship yet. What the fuck. Why am I even contemplating this? Like I said, I wouldn't date a demon. Still I couldn't fight the heating blush on my face for some reason as I scoffed and turned my head away.
Seeing his 'supposed' rejection, he was about to turn and walk away. That is until I stopped him.
"Why do you care so much," I asked suspiciously. I knew he was on his way to go put an end to this, but I still had to ask. I never got the chance to with me trying to kill him or demons trying to kill us. It dawned on me that this was our first real conversation.
He said "This whole business started with my father sealing the entrance between the two worlds." He started pacing back and forth, his tone so serious. The most serious I can tell from our brief encounters. "And now my brother's trying to break that spell and turn everything into demonville." He stopped in front of me. "This is my family too." He held a stance while looking at me for a few seconds before turning around. "Quite frankly at first, I didn't give a damn." Well, at least he has some humor back. He turned his head so he could look at me, just barely enough that we could look into each other's eyes. "But because of you," he said, still looking at me like I was…like I was someone he cared for. Wait, he said…because of me, "Now I know what's important."
I couldn't help, but blush heavily and there was that fast heart rate again. How could this…demon…actually say such kind words and he sounds like he mea-no. He does mean them. I could feel no lies in his voice. With my years of training, I could easily tell when a person is lying such as twitching of the face or unnecessary movement. Yet, his very being held no deception or deceivery.
He began to walk out of the library, assuming we were done. I made a quick decision.
"Wait!" I called. I raised my voice more then I should have, or maybe I was really trying to be concerning.
He stopped for a second or two before he spun around, his arms out wide as if he was going to hug me and that ever knowing smirk was back again. He seemed to notice my tone and wanted to assure meof his actions. That was actually very sweet, but I wanted to give him something very precious.
"Trust me," he said, "I'll make things right for you." He took a couple steps towards me and said, "That's what my soul is telling me to do."
With my decision made, I unsheathed my Kalina and held it out to him.
"Use this," I urged. I had never given Kalina to someone willingly. It was my pride and my joy. I didn't know if it was the spur of the moment or the way he looked at me or both, but I felt like I could trust him. I know it sounded stupid, but it was like I knew he could keep it safe.
He looked at it, wondering if it was a good idea. He reached out to grab it.
"How much is it going to cost me?" He joked still with that smirk. Was it just me or was that looking better every time he did it. Wait a minute. There is one thing I still wanted to know.
"You can give me your name." I said, just above a whisper. It was something I wanted to know since I saw him. At first it was just to call him…something. Anything. I didn't want to use a nickname like he gave me because I couldn't think of one with everything going on. Then later on it was for…something more. He gazed into my eyes with a new look.
"Dante," he said softly.
I smiled, but it was barely noticeable. Dante. So that was it. Somehow it fitted him very well. Dante. I would remember that.
Dante. The devil that cared.
I nodded my head in approval and understanding before handing him my Kalina. He swung it on his back before taking one last look at me as if it would be his last. I slightly blushed under his gaze. I've seen the other childish side of him and got slightly annoyed. Okay understatement of the day, but maybe if we weren't killing demons and I wasn't after my life-long revenge, then I could joke around and be friendlier. When he's acting like this though...being so serious. He looked sexy? Hot? Handsome?
'All of the above. Maybe after this we could be friends and…maybe…even mor-damn it," I thought. I don't know where that came from. Why the fuck would I even let my mind stray to that thought. Ugh and I can't stop my heart. WHATS WRONG WITH ME!
He turned to walk away, but I called out to him
"Dante," I spoke. He halted his walk and turned sideways to me. No smirk, No jokes, but a look of comfort. I wanted to say thank you. For saving me. For those smug jokes. For actually caring. For…everything, but for some reason I voiced another thing.
"Please," I begged, "free my father." I don't know why I said that or even why I wanted that bastard to be saved. I don't even know why I called him father! It seemed like for that one moment, I reverted back to my child state wanting to get her father back. How could he make me feel this way? And I don't even know what I'm feeling.
"I will," he spoke soothingly, "Lady." I blushed. He did it again. He used my nickname he gave to me. Again, my heart sped up at the way he said it. I never had someone speak to me like this. Well I did, but that was so long ago. It made me feel warm. I liked it. A lot.
I stared at his retreating form, taking in his appearance before leaning my back against the wall. I slowly sank to the ground, collapsing in a sigh. I had a lot on my mind and I was sooooo freaking tired, mentally and physically. I was tired from the fight, I was tired from the climb up the tower, and I was especially a dear caught in the headlights when I finally met a demon with feelings for others. His family and maybe me. The last thing I thought of before I buried my head in my between my legs and let sleep consume me was of Dante. He was smiling, not smirking, at me and whispering to me lovingly, "Lady."
(5)It was done.
It was finally done.
After all these years I had finally killed him
Arkham.
I had finally put a bullet in his brain. After finding him, renouncing my name as Mary, and taking the name that Dante gave me, I emptied my clip on him. I erased the monster that was Arkham. It was finally done and over with. After countless years of training and honing my skills, I. Was. Free.
Never had I ever felt so much joy…and so much sadness.
I was overjoyed for obvious reasons, but what shocked me was that I felt pain and sadness. Only after I had finished crying that I understood now.
I was all alone now.
I had no one. I never made any friends on my journeys. Like I said, I was the bitchy type and didn't want people getting in my way. So I never gave it a try. All of my family was dead. If I had any relatives I would've gone to them the first chance I got, but nope. All dead and gone. Mother died by father and I killed my father so I was all alone. With no one. It's ironic. I planned out my whole life how I was going to murder that man and now that I've done it, I don't know what to do. Sure I could keep continuing killing demons, but now that my ultimate goal is complete, I had nothing else, but that. I'll have to live out the rest of my life in lonel-
I heard something behind me.
I turned around as soon as I felt something behind me, expecting another demon. Well, I was half right. It was a demon just not any other typical demon. It was him. It was Dante. There he was in all his cockiness, still shirtless and carrying my Kalina.
"What an ordeal," he joked. There it was. The tone in his voice when he talked. It made me smile before it disappeared. Can't have him thinking I'm going soft on him. At least not till I knew something. "You're still here", he asked. Our eyes met once again and I had to break it off before I get caught staring to long.
"I need that back." I lied easily as if a snake. I came up with that on the spot. I couldn't have him know that I was stumbling around the ruins and had no idea what to with my life. He was handing it to me and I made a grab for it until he pulled back. I looked at him confused before he spoke.
"No late charges I hope." Another joke he made and again it made me smile before I wiped it off with will power before he could catch it. I needed to know something until I could get more comfortable. I decided to play along, the first I did since we met.
"I'll think about it," I joked back, or at least tried. Years of non social interaction left me a bit rusty in the humor department. I took back my kalian from him and put it where it belongs. After I did I could feel some pain and sadness go away. Some, but not all. He walked beside me ,stopped and looked at the sky. I turned around and followed his gaze. The sky wasn't blue, but at least it was clear of a tower and horde of demons.
"We should be fine for now," I heard him say, "but I'm sure they'll be back soon." I knew what he meant. Hell was a big place and there were sure to be more demon filth…besides Dante of course. Speaking of him, I wanted to ask him what I needed to know, but when I looked at him, my eyes widened in surprise.
He was crying.
"Are you crying?" The words left my mouth before I had a chance to do anything. He looked away from the sky and away from me, obviously embarrassed.
"It's only the rain," he lied bluntly. It wasn't raining. The rain had stopped since the fall of the tower. I put my hand out and checked just to humor him.
"The rain already stopped," I spoke. He took a few seconds to recover from that fact before he looked back up.
"Devils never cry," he said sternly. I was surprised even though I was careful to not let it show. It was true.
Devils and demons don't have feelings. There just mindless puppets hell-bent on doing what their masters tell them to or cause destruction just for the sake of it. Even those that do have feelings always have the negative emotions. Hate, Rage, Anger, Frustration, Desire, Greed, Lust. All these reflected what a demon was. If there is a demon that was good, I never met him. The only one I know was Dante and he was crying. In order to cry you have to feel two things: extreme happiness or extreme sadness. He obviously wasn't the former so of course I knew he was sad. Duh. But in order to be sad, you have to have cared about someone or something and have had something bad happen to it. That was it though. In order for Dante to be sad, he would have to have car-no, loved someone, like his brother.
Devils never cry. If Dante could cry then he wasn't a devil or a demon. I finally fully realized in that brief moment that, despite his flaws such as arrogance, cockiness, brash, recklessness, sense of humor, and lustful comments, he was just as human as I am. In fact, even more so. I decided to comfort and console the man on his loss the best that I could.
"I see." I tried to speak with the utmost sincerity in my voice and looked up back at the sky. "Maybe somewhere out there, even a devil may cry when he loses a loved one"." I looked back at him, trying to sneak a peek at those blue eyes. "Don't you think?" He gave me a sideways glance and seemed hesitant, as if trying to think about it.
"Maybe," he spoke. At least he had some hope. I knew that if devils could have feelings like Dante, that there were demons out there like Dante, then there was hope. Hell, maybe Dante could be my first friend. Scratch that, my first true friend. Even more than that? Well, we'll see what the future has planned. Speaking of…
"By the way…," I said, all the while reaching for my pistol. As soon as I grabbed it, I swung my arm forward and fired three shots into the 3 demons that were closing in on us. We could both see them coming from the beginning, but I felt as if I was compelled to finish my speech for the sake of my possible friend. Besides, they were lesser demons. They're like ants to us.
"Looks like we're going to be busy for a while." I used some humor when I spoke this time, just to get him back to his old self again. Even though it wasn't my best line. I pulled out my sub-machine gun and kept it and my pistol trained on the demons circling us. Dante took notice, but circled me instead, sizing up the competition, if you could call it that.
"I love this," I heard him exclaim in a macho voice. There he was again. "It's what I live for." That's the Dante I've come to know. I saw him twirl around his guns all crazy before pointing them at the nearest demon. "I'm absolutely crazy about it!"
Can't get any better than this.
Flashback End
Present Time
Lady' POV: 1st Person
That was all three months ago. Three months since the fall of Temen-ni-gru. Three months since the closing of the portal. Three months that I had a first friend. Three months that I had a 'somewhat' partner.
And three months ago that I fell in love.
I know right. Even I can't believe it. I seriously had to look up on the internet for what I was feeling about a month after the destruction of the tower. Ha! I had literally typed in the words 'feeling, warm, heart beat increase, blushing' just to know what I needed to know. It was only a couple of minutes of searching that I finally found what I was looking for all that time. At first I was denying it, obviously, but as I had looked into it more I was shocked that it was true. All the blushing, all the stares and the heart rate and the dreams (not those dreams pervs) was because I was in love. Being the planner I was, I wanted to test this out and confirm my feelings. The day after that I went to Dante's Devil May Cry shop that he and I came up with. Thinking that put a fire in my heart. I had rode over there in my new bike (I still don't know what happened to the first one) and when I stepped inside I was greeted by a sight that made my heart stop…again.
Dante was asleep.
He was laid out sideways, like a bed, on his couch, his head on the left and legs on the right, and had his legs crossed up on the end. He had his arms behind his head, as usual, but what stuck out was his face. He looked so peaceful. He didn't have a smirk, or a frown, or a grin. He just laid there so…innocent as ironic as it seems. I went beside the couch and knelt next to him taking in his features. I reached up and with my left hand, caressed his white hair carefully as not to wake him. I just stayed there and stared while stroking his hair. I was gentle with him. My skill with my focus and steady aim with a gun caused me not to wake him up. He was so wondrous. I had an urge to kiss him. Maybe a peck on the lips or the cheek real quick and gentle so I wouldn't wake him up and then I would go.
That is until the phone rang.
Dante's eyes widened and I tried to stand up while being surprised. I tried to because I accidently stumbled over my feet and fell backwards onto my butt. Crap I must've looked like an idiot.
"Lady," he called. He had gotten into a sitting position and was staring at me. So I did what anyone would do.
I bolted out of there.
When I got the courage to go back and face him, he had asked me what I was doing there the last time. I lied and said that I wanted to make another bet with him just so I could watch him lose. He totally bought it and I left soon after that, faking a call for a job. After I got on my bike and left, I had gone through over everything that happened in my head with how he looked and how I felt and my urge. It was so strong and yet so warm. I wondered if it was love. No that's a stupid thing. Denying it any longer was stupid. I was in love.
One month after the tower, two months ago, I had realized something like a great epiphany.
I was and am in love with Dante and soon, real soon, I'll confess to him.
(1) I used the videos and Wikipedia as my source and it didn't say how Arkham killed her mother. If there is a canon way that it happened then well… this is fanfiction so I just made a new one for her.
(2) When Dante defeats Cerberus and gets the tri-nun chucks. That's where it is.
(3) When Lady is thrown off of the tower by Arkham.
(4) After the fight that Lady and Dante had with each other. That's when it takes place.
(5) At the end of the game when they're at the remains of the tower. That's when it takes place.
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