He seems at least a few years older than us, Raven thought. She prepared to shield them when Dante lowered his gun slightly.

"Who the hell are you guys?" Dante inquired, a hint of cockiness in his voice.

"The Teen Titans," Robin replied pre cautiously, his staff in hand. "Who're you?" He quirked his mask. Dante hesitated, his gun still pointed at them.

"Dante," He responded, completely lowering his gun. "So what the hell do you want here?" He airily inquired. Raven glanced at the sword on his back. Suddenly, seeing him approach them, she mightily wished that she had short hair and a hood. Now with longer hair, she couldn't wear her hood.

"We're the Teen Titans," Robin repeated. "We thought you were some kind of threat." He noted the sword on Dante's back.

"Threat? The only thing that should be afraid of me is the underworld demons." He informed. "You guys got any names?" He gestured over them, hesitant on Raven.

"Yeah, I'm Robin. That's Beast Boy, Cyborg, Starfire, and that's Raven." He introduced. Dante strode purposefully over to her.

"Raven, huh? What are you supposed to be?" He inquired, the cockiness still in his voice. Raven pondered.

"I'm…from Azarath," She was hesitant, pre-cautious since Dante killed demons.

"A demon, huh?" At this, Robin tensed up, aware that Raven was a demon, and Dante assassinated them. "You look so familiar, I should know you." He paced in front of her, his gaze flickering to the ground in thought.

"Why? Planning to kill me?" Raven interrogated. She planted her feet down instead of levitating, and her hands glowed to ebony. Dante glanced up in surprise.

"Whoa, slow down, babe. Of course not!" He innocently replied.

"Don't call me that." Raven dangerously persisted.

"Whatever, lady. By any chance, aren't you the daughter of Trigon?" He inquired. Raven's stunned expression only entertained him. "Are you?"

"I…I am," She cautiously whispered. "What's it to you?" She queried.

"Well, nothing really. It's a wild guess. I mean, nobody else survived the Azarath incident with Trigon. Your charka was a giveaway." He concluded.

"Oh, well, what are you? You seem to not be from earth." Raven remarked.

"Course not. I'm," He hesitated, glancing at the other Titans. They were completely toned in. "I'm definitely from here. I just…hunt demons for a living. This is my one-man agency. Well, used to be." He added, acknowledging the messed up shop. "So what do you guys do? Arrest the innocent?" He mocked.

"No, we fight evil. Something that seems to be a big part of your life too. But anyway, someone sent us a distress call saying you were dangerous." Robin informed. "Seems to me, you're not."

"Course I'm not." He strode purposefully towards his overturned desk and jerked open a drawer, where bullets for his pistols were housed. He armed them.

"Well, whatever, we're done here. He seems pretty innocent to me." Cyborg piped up.

"Well, yeah. Okay, Dante. Sorry if we interrupted…anything." Robin persisted. From his spot in leaning against the wall and arming his guns, Dante glanced up them darkly.

"Whatever, just get out of here." He warned.

"Sorry, dude," Beast Boy added. The Titans cautiously strode out the door, but Raven was hesitant. She glanced back at him. He was grinning cockily at her. Raven smirked humorlessly and followed them out the door.

"Arkham," Vergil said. A man clad in black, with a scar on his face stepped out of the shadows beside him. He was in possession with a red book, clutching it loosely.

"Well, it seems the girl's met Dante," Arkham commented.

"She'll serve as the demonic portal to revive the Temen-ni-gru. The power of Sparda will be released." Vergil reminded.

"Along with the devil's blood, of course," Arkham insisted.

"Of course. Does Dante have it?" Vergil inquired.

"Yes, he has the other half of the pendant. After all, it's the only thing your mother left of her to you and him." Arkham replied. At this, Vergil lifted the pendant from his neck to gaze at it.

"The revival of the Temen-ni-gru will be complete. Raven will serve as the portal. Like she served for her own father." Vergil remarked.

"You have yet to tell her." Arkham responded.

"She'll know of it. Soon enough." Vergil concluded.

Raven was absentmindedly taking a walk that night, grazing thought the fact that she had a conversation that sunset with a demon hunter. She sensed that he was more than that. There was something about him, more than a human.

She sensed an aura coming from him, like when Vergil had morphed into a demon before her eyes. Raven stopped in her wake, wondering if it could be true. The legendary Sparda had an offspring with a human woman named Eva. The two twins, Vergil and Dante, two demons that were half human.

Hell, Raven should have recognized his name before. She used her telekinetic power to surround herself in a portal shaped as an eagle and she disappeared meekly into thin air. She reappeared at the front doors of Dante's demon hunting shop.

Without warning, Raven heaved open the front doors, finding the room illuminated with a single bulb above her. She found the room still trashed the way they had left it, except the desk was turned back up.

She abruptly heard footsteps echoing along the hallway with the familiar red cape hanging on a peg next to the door. The door next to the pegged cape opened, and there came Dante, who was viciously shaking the shower water out of his hair with his hands.

He was stripped down to his dark pants and hardcore boots. There was also a pendant linked to a silver chain around his neck. He abruptly stopped shaking the dampness out of his hair with his hands when he saw her.

"Well look who's here." He began, striding easily over to her, not intimidated by her death glare.

"Well look who's not." She attempted to leave the shop, turning her back when she felt a hand land heavily on her shoulder.

"Come on, Raven? Was it?" He stood back pre-cautiously as she whirled around darkly. "You know you came here for a reason. I mean I don't blame you. Nobody can resist me." He replied.

"I sure can." Raven responded, the bitter taste still though her lips.

"Okay, lady, just tell me. Nobody thinks twice about entering a demon hunting agency. They used to think that I needed to be sent to an insane asylum," at this, he sensed her suppressing her chortle with difficulty. "But now, with all these demons on the loose, they believed me afterwards when I came before their heads were cut off with a scythe. I left some particular ones die. Didn't feel like saving lawyers unless they shove the bill up their ass." He humorlessly added.

"Some savior," Raven murmured.

"Yeah, you can say that." He replied. "So you're the great daughter of Trigon." He remarked, circling her slowly, pretending to observe every angle. "I have my secrets also, you know." He acknowledged her with a spin of his sword. She winced as he implanted it into the wooden ground beneath them.

"Dante, I have something to ask, that's the only reason I came here. A favor, actually." She added. He acknowledged her impromptu with interest.

"Yeah?"

"I…Think I know who you really are." She quietly stated. Dante stood back cautiously.

"Who am I? Don't you know that already?" He obnoxiously queried.

"I know you're Dante, but not the Dante I think you are." She continued. A moment of silence held in the air. "I think…You're Dante, one of the sons of Sparda." She strongly persisted. He was hesitant, until his sigh broke the dead silence.

"I am, Raven. I'm Dante, your personal demonic piece of the underworld. You're part demon yourself. You know what it's like to be treated that way." He turned his back to her, jerking his Rebellion out of the ground. "If I was just any other human, I'd have killed you as soon as I knew you were part demon. That's why I didn't. I don't kill my own kind, only the underworld demons, those killers that don't have part human, the heartless."

He strode to his desk, placing the Rebellion on his bare back.

"Of course I know what it's like to be treated differently because you're part demon. But I never knew that the sons of Sparda truly existed. I thought it was only a fantasy. Until I saw your brother, Vergil." She spoke. Dante felt himself tense up.

"Vergil?" He inquired, finally turning around to face her. "He met you?" He queried.

"Yeah. He showed his devil trigger. He said something to be about serving as the underworld portal." She said. He hesitantly threw his head back in a humorless laughter.

"So he needs you as the portal for the revival of the Temen-ni-gru."