DISCLAIMER: My brother and I do not own Devil May Cry and Tales of Zestiria. We just decided to make a crossover fanfic about them 'cause we wanna. We do what we want.

Dante's POV:

It was a slow day that day. But then again, it usually was slow so I should have been used to it. But I' wasn't. Sighing in boredom, I leaned back in my chair, nonchalantly placing both of my feet on the table as I read a PlayBoy magazine.

But then the door opened, making the bells ring and alerting me. Looking up, I saw a man in a brown, tattered and blood-stained cloak. He limped towards me, panting in deep breaths. He then weakly raised an arm up, showing me a strange, glowing stone that changed colors.

"P-please...Mister Dante. G-guard this Earthen Historia with your..life." The mysterious man pleaded in a raspy voice. I was a little surprised that he knew who I was, since I knew that I wasn't all that well-known...ever.

I looked at it and then back at him, raising an eyebrow quizzically. I then took it eyeing closely. The mysterious hooded man watched from the distance, for some reason smirking in satisfaction.

"Alright then, what's the pri-"I turned around to see that he had disappeared, and that a black portal had taken it's place. "-ice... So you pay me with a portal, huh? There better be some hot babes waiting on the other side." I muttered as I pocketed the glowing gem thing and went in.

And when I did, I immediately started falling. Though it didn't exactly feel like I was falling since I couldn't feel any wind. There wasn't even anything there except me. I fell for like an eternity, I even took a nap, just sort of floating/falling in the void.

But then I woke up when I felt wind against my face. Looking down, I saw a blurry ground fading into view. It seemed to be a grassy land or something. And as I went nearer, I decided to do a flip, but I didn't notice a few blurry figures right below me. And then I landed on the back of someone's head. Then I did a back flip because it wasn't exactly comfortable for my feet, standing on someone's head. And I'm pretty sure it was less so for the footstool guy. Landing like a badass near the group, I turned around to face most of them, since the guy I landed on was still on the ground.

"Sup." I bluntly said and raised my hand in greeting.