The lights were dim in "Devil May Cry". The fan blades rotated slowly on their rusty sockets. The jukebox was belting out some tired old melody that eerily fit the dreary atmosphere. I leaned back in my chair, and propped my feet up on my desk. Things had been pretty quiet around here lately; I hadn't had a job in almost two weeks. Needless to say, I was bored as hell.

After I took out the Temen-ni-gru, There weren't any big time demons lurking around anymore. If there were, they weren't showing their faces. As for the tower itself, it's still there, right in the middle of the city. After we took care of Arkham and his dumbass plot to gain my father's power (you would not believe how many times I've had to deal with this before) I was kind of hoping the thing would just plop back into the ground or something. Now its dusty gothic corridors and ancient booby traps are a hideout for all sort of small fry demons.

I hear a knock at the door, so I call out lazily, "It's open!" Who should walk in, but my fellow devil hunter and just downright sexy accomplice, Lady. "You coming to use the toilet? It's back there." I make a gesture in the direction of the bathroom. She sighed and gave me a look I was all too familiar with. "Save it, Dante. We have a problem." She said, an air of annoyance already emanating from her. "We? I don't have any problems," I said, leaning back farther in my chair.

Lady sighed. I loved giving her a hard time. She looked at me, her two different color irises both focusing on my ice-blue ones. She gestured to my new red vest. "Glad to see you finally put a shirt on." I shrugged. "What can I say, the breeze was getting to me." Lady scoffed. "I'm sure. Seems a bit fancy for someone of your tastes, Dante." I had traded my old red coat for a newer, lighter version, which was currently hanging on a coat rack next to my desk. I now wore a black long-sleeve silk shirt made for comfort, and a red vest that matched my jacket. "Hey, looking snazzy is in the job description, I can't help if I pull it off too well."

Lady shook her head. "Anyway, some demons have been causing trouble on the north side of town, kidnapping rich people's kids and such. I raised an eyebrow "That doesn't sound like demons to me," I said, twirling one of my handmade M1911 handguns with one finger. Lady leaned over my desk. I made an effort not to look at her cleavage. "Several people have spotted the demons, and they all seem to be migrating to the same area. I'm not sure I can do it myself." She looked at the floor. I could tell it was taking her a lot of effort to say what she was going to say next. "Which is why I'm asking you for help, Dante."

I laughed. "Sure, how much will you pay me?" Lady looked at me in awe. "These are demons kidnapping children, and all you can think about is getting paid?" I shrugged. "I gotta keep this place running somehow." Lady sighed. "No one's offered any money. But I'm sure those rich mommies and daddies will be awfully happy to get their kids back. I rubbed my chin thoughtfully. "Yeah, I bet they will." I thought a moment longer. "Alright," I exclaimed. "I'll do it. On one condition." Lady looked annoyed. "What is it?" she growled. "When it's all said and done, you have to buy me a strawberry sundae." She gave me a strange look. "Fine, you'll get your damn sundae. Now come on!"

"You don't need to tell me twice!" I exclaimed as I lept out of my chair. I holstered Ebony and Ivory, and grabbed my jacket off of the coatrack, and slung it over my shoulder. I stopped and turned to Lady. "Hey Lady, which sword should I take?" Lady gave me another impatient look. "I don't care, whichever one you want." I smirked. "I can't decide, you pick for me." She pressed a hand to her forehead and groaned. "You're such a child, Dante." She scratched her head. "Why don't you just take that one you always had? The big one." My smile grew wider. "I'm packing that baby twenty four seven, sugar." Lady groaned again. "You're a pig."

I went to the back room, where I kept my Devil Arms, swords manifested from the surrendered souls of devils. I carefully removed Rebellion from its place in the front, and returned to Lady. Rebellion contained no soul, it was a keepsake from my father, and it was the sword I was most used to. It felt like a conduit of my power, rather than a source of its own. Lady was tapping her foot impatiently. I froze. I couldn't help but notice how breathtakingly beautiful she looked. I shook the feeling away. No point in getting worked up over her. I had about as much chance with her as I had getting a job as the CEO of Nintendo.

"Alright," I said, shrugging on my coat, and sheathing my sword on my back. "Let's rock."