My gaze lingered on Dante for a moment before turning to Murphy, "These people were brought here one by one before they were killed. These demons aren't like anything I've seen before. You can keep looking, but I doubt you'll find anything that can help you. I'm gonna head back to my place and see if I can't dig something up."

I said my goodbyes to Murphy and left the warehouse, I could tell Dante was watching me go. I went out to my car and waited for Dante to come out to what I knew was his car; I didn't think Murph knew what Dante really was. That being said, I don't think I did either. He didn't seem like a fey, was he a demon? If so, who summoned him? And why would a demon need a car? And why did he show me he True Form like that? That's why he stepped into my Vision; he wanted me to see it.

I didn't have to wait long as Dante left the warehouse a few minutes after I did. "I figured you'd be waiting out here for me," he said with a cocky smile.

"What are you really?" I said, getting right down to business, "You knew I could see your True Form, why did you show me."

"Tell you what," Dante said, "Show me to a good pizza place and I'll answer whatever questions you want."

Pizza? Fey are quite fond of it. Then again, they weren't the only ones; it wasn't enough to pin down who this guy was. The question was, could I trust him? So far, he hasn't done anything that would cause suspicion, but then again, the best ones didn't.

Dante apparently sensed my distrust as he took the guitar case from his back and tossed it into the backseat of his car, along with a pair of handguns from two underarm holsters that I didn't even notice. "Can we go now?" He asked, "I'm starving."

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I figured McAnally's Pub, was a good place to take him since it was neutral ground, even demons had to respect that, I hoped. Mac was behind the bar, cleaning a glass with a rag as we came in. He looked over to us and went back to his work.

"Order whatever you want," I said as I sat down at one of the thirteen tables.

"One large pizza," Dante said to Mac, "Everything but olives."

Mac nodded and went into the kitchen, Dante came over and sat across from me.

"So what are you doing here?" I asked him.

"Just like you," Dante replied, "I'm on a case. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Why?" I asked.

"I was hired, I'm getting paied," Dante said, "If you continue to not trust me, there's always one thing you can do."

He was of course talking about the Soulgaze, and he was right. I don't think there was anything he could say that would make me trust him.

I looked up and locked eyes with him, I instantly found myself in a field of white flowers, the wind was blowing softly, I looked around and saw nothing, the 'sky' above me was black with a single light from above illuminating the area around me. I began to hear the soft cries of a child sobbing. He followed the sound, as I moved the flowers I disturbed with my steps turned a blood red. I soon found a small clearing where a small boy, maybe eight years old, with white hair clung to the dead body of his mother as he cried out for her. I couldn't help but feel a little sympathy, I knew what that felt like.

Time suddenly seemed to move in fast forward as I watched the boy grow up into a punk teenager, then into something that was a little closer to the Dante I met. The image froze as Dante was locked in combat with someone else, the other guy looked a lot like Dante, but at the same time was the exact opposite. Blue coat, slicked back hair, katana instead of a large double edged sword. The image shifted and a slightly older Dante stood over the body of a Knight in armor, his helm missing, showing the face of his twin. The image changed again showing the current Dante walking away from a young man with white hair, a long, blue, denim coat and a demonic right arm. In the hand of that arm was the same katana that Dante's twin wielded. The look on Dante's face showed that he was content with this change.

The image faded and I was returned to McAnally's, I realized that whatever Dante was, the enemy he wasn't. I didn't feel like he would stab me in the back, (both literally and figuratively), so I decided I could trust him.

Dante smiled, "We're not so different, you and I," he said, no doubt a reaction to whatever he saw in my soul. "Satisfied?"

"Yeah," I said, as Mac came and set down Dante's pizza on the table, Dante pulled out a wallet and paied Mac before turning to me.

"I'm sure you still have more questions," He said as he took a slice of the pizza and bit into it.

"I guess I should go back to my first question," I said, "What are you?"

"A demon," he replied, "more specifically, a half demon. My father, Sparda, rebelled against his own kind and fought them off to protect humankind. Though he was killed not too long after my brother and I were born. Though, I'm not sure how much you saw in there…

"I saw enough," I said, it sounded like he didn't like talking about it. "So what was that form I Saw you in earlier?"

"I call it a Devil Trigger," Dante answered, "while I am a half demon, my demon form is difficult to sustain for extended periods of time, I only ever use it in combat situations where it's really needed."

"And what about that other kind of demon you talked about earlier, the ones that can jump from their world to this one, It seemed like it was them that did this," I described the demons I saw to him.

"Sounds like they're from Berial's domain," Dante said, "In the demon word there are many demon lords who carve out their own domains to rule over, kinda like kings and kingdoms. Berial was one of them, the problem is that he's dead, I should know, I killed him myself."

"Is it possible that, someone took this Berial guy's place?" I asked.

"Yeah," Dante said, "but it doesn't make sense if they're coming after you."

"I have quite the reputation," I said, "what if someone put them up to it?"

"Another possibility," Dante said, "Any recent enemies?"

"I kinda started a war," I said, "Between the Vampires and the White Council."

"Oh, that was you?" Dante asked, "I've been getting a lot of cases because of that."

"Sorry," I said.

"Don't," Dante said, "Business is booming, I've actually got majority of me debts paied off thanks to you."

We were getting off topic, "So can we find anything out about who's doing what in the demon world?" I asked.

"There are plenty of lesser demons roaming this world," Dante explained, "usually doing lackey work for their masters, we could interrogate one of them, and they're usually pretty cowardly so it shouldn't be hard. Or we could go around, knocking around a few vampire heads to see who talks."

"Unfortunatly there aren't any vampires in Chicago anymore," I said, "At least as far as I know, I kinda killed them all when I burned down the house of their leader, wich started the war. If there was a Vampire in town, they would've already tried to kill me."

"Maybe they are," Dante said.