Chapter Three
There was a long pause for a moment after Lady spoke, taking a moment to organize her thoughts before she explained the case to Dante. It wasn't very hard just some low-level demon gathering a following in the hopes that he might be able to do what Vergil had done twenty something years ago. And she wasn't looking forward to any demon trying that again, she was the only living descendent of the priestess sacrificed, and there was no way anyone was going to knock her out and bleed her like that again. But still if this was nipped in the bud early it might become an actual problem…for her anyway.
She had faith that they wouldn't be able to open it seeing as how she was pretty sure Dante didn't return with the other half of the amulet needed to actually open the gateway. And she hadn't seen or heard rumors of Vergil having returned in all the years that she'd been working bringing him some cases when they were too much for her. Finally she shrugged her shoulders arms crossed over her chest.
"You remember when we met don't you?"
Dante snorted; of course he remembered how did one forget a night where it was raining babes and rather fine ones at that? "Yeah…you shot me in the head." He responded tapping his index finger against the center of his forehead where both bullets had gone in.
She shrugged not really remorseful about it seeing as at the time she had some slightly bad preconceived notions about demons. A lot of them still very intact and while the majority didn't apply to him anymore, they still carried quite a bit of weight when it came to demons in general. "I've heard rumors of a low-level demon, trying to build a following so he can raise Temen-ni-Gru again. He plans to open the portal between demon world and human world."
"So?" He picked up a magazine that was sitting on his desk and flipped to somewhere in the middle. He was trying to appear like this news didn't bother him in the slightest, when inside his blood was boiling and his nerves roiling. Somewhere deep down he'd always worried that maybe someone would try that again, and it bothered him that his family history had tied her to him for as long as demons sought ways into the human world.
She was strong and perfectly capable of taking care of herself, but even he knew that if whoever ran the show was smart and sent a demon with half a brain she'd be overpowered. Being merely human in there line of work wasn't going to give you many advantages which was why she probably kept herself in such fantastic shape and the long hours she'd spend in the gym working on her flexibility, her strength, every little asset she could squeeze from her much more delicate human body honed to being the strongest it could possibly be and she still pushed. Once a long time ago he had to wonder if she pushed to see if she could catch up to him, but that thought had been replaced by the realization that she understood her limitations and worked so hard to make them into her strengths.
"So, if they get a hold of the keys and my blood they'll succeed. It should be nipped before he amasses too many followers. My contact doesn't want to see a repeat of the last time it opened, even if it was only for a short period of time."
There were several long seconds of silence between them, the only sound in the room being the fan overhead creaking and the occasional page turn from the magazine. Otherwise the room was silent as if the very building was waiting for Dante's response on what he would do. On the one hand he could use the busy work and on the other, he could sit out let her take care of it, although he'd never forgive himself for handing her to the demon on a platter if he did that. Heaving a sigh the man closed the magazine with a small flutter and threw it down on the desk.
"Say I do this, what's my cut?"
Rolling her eyes Lady leaned across the desk, "The usual. Are you taking the case?"
"Why not, but you're helping."
Grinning Lady straightened up, "We'll see, there's something I have to look into first."
That piqued Dante's interest enough to lean forward across his desk, "You mean the sulfur from earlier?"
Already walking away she tossed a wave over her shoulder, "So what if it is."
"You're going to need help with that too Lady." He called after her.
"Wait for my call." She said mostly to the door although she knew he could hear her before slipping out and approaching her bike in the drizzle that had just started.
"Lying to your partner? How dishonest of you."
