After his long battle from another demon lord (Time is set after Devil May Cry2). Trish and Dante had finally settled down to start a family. Trish gave birth to a son named Kilk Sparda. Dante of course didn't know his son was born until Trish had finally returned from a mission holding his son in her arms. She had taken a mission when Dante had been gone for a while. She didn't have a choice of when Kilk would be born but she was lucky the baby wasn't born until after her mission was done. Dante ran up to her wrapping his arms around her neck. He was happy to see that she and the baby was all right. But Trish had this unhappy look on her face when she handed Kilk to his father.

"Trish wants wrong I thought you might be happy?"

Trish took his arm and had him sit down with her. "Dante I had twins but one of them didn't make it. I am sorry."

Dante looked down at the little boy in his arms. He hugged the little one gently as small tear roll down from his cheek. "How did he die Trish?"

"While I was having the boys a demon came after me and snatched Kilk's brother from me. I couldn't find that demon but I did find a room that was filled with blood. The smell of the blood was like mine and yours mixed together in that room Dante."

Dante nodded his head slowly. "Don't worry Trish we still have Kilk. He will grow up to be a strong demon hunter like us."

Years went on and Kilk grew strong but to Trish and Dante's surprise he was growing stronger it seemed by the year. It was a good 8 years since Kilk was born on that faithful day and what was spooking Dante was that Kilk was starting to look like his grandpa Sparda in the way he dressed and acted. Dante and Trish of course continued Devil hunting but the only did it when they knew Kilk was at school. Until one dark knight Kilk was having nightmares and was sitting in his father's lap looking at some pictures of his father's family. He was always intrigued about the one of his grandfather Sparda. There was knock on the front door more of a thud knocks but a knock none the less. Dante raised up slipping Kilk down into his chair. He grabbed Force Edge off the wall as he walked over to the door. He pulled it open and a dark figure body came crashing down on top of Dante.

"GAH!"

"DADDY!"

"Kilk go get your mother now!"

"Yes sir!"

Kilk took off running upstairs his sky blue eyes wide with fear. He started knocking on his parent's bedroom door loudly trying his best to wake up his mother. Trish had finally got out of bed and opened the door to see what her son wanted. As soon as she had opened the door Kilk grabbed her wrist and started pulling her down the stairs while she was trying to tie her robe close.

"Kilk what is the problem baby?"

"There is someone injured and he landed on top of daddy, mommy."

Kilk looked up to his mother with those big sky blue eyes. He had so much of Dante and his grandfather in him it made her smile with pride inside of her heart. She would reach down with her hand and ruffle his messy snow-white hair as she went help his father with the injured figure. When she got their Dante was already struggling to get the man inside of the main office. Trish walked over and helped Dante get the stranger inside of the guestroom. Hour's later Kilk woke up on the couch when his parents went up their rooms after getting the man stabilized. Kilk would sneak into the guestroom where the man was sleeping now in. He would slowly walk up and his sky blue eyes would widen when he noticed the guy looked like an older version of his father. Kilk would slowly raise his hand to the stranger's face and would trace his face with his little fingers. For some strange reason Kilk became very tired again and ended up curling with the man. Some how Kilk knew the man wouldn't harm him. His aura had seemed so strangely familiar to him that it made him feel very secure.