Welcome to the next chapter, thank you to all those who've read the previous parts, whether you reviewed, favourited or not, thank you.

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The two hunters were still in the fast car and driving to their new mission, as fifteen minutes had already passed them by. Music was blasting out of the small and somewhat old car radio, annoying the hell out of anyone and everyone they passed by throughout their journey: mothers shouting threats and strangers spitting out profanities against them...but neither of the two lovers gave them the time of day, not listening for a second as they continued to drive through the streets.

But after another five or so minutes of nothing but music, and a few words shared here and there between the half demons, they finally arrived at the site for their mission.

A small brick house, that was a touch smaller than the shop the two called home.

The car stopped in front of the house, as it's engine ceased and quietened til it was silent, before the two got out and Dante went to the back to grab their weapons from out of the trunk, his coat waving behind him in the cold wind, like long crimson leaves that floated in the fresh cold air of the day.

"Not the sharpest looking house i've ever seen, old man." The younger hunter commented cheekily, as he stood and stared in mocking dissapointment at the old building in front of them. He shook his head from side-to-side sarcastically with a small and cheeky grin on his pretty face, as he examined the building's outer interior from top to bottom.

The place seemed to have been abandoned by the owner a while ago, with cracks consuming some of the bricks that made up the small house, along with the nature surrounding it that crawled up every side of the buliding, like dark emerald shadows that broke and creeped at whatever brick they could reach. The windows and the front door seemed to be even worse, the door non-existent and the windows smashed to pieces by some kind of strong force, with only small shards of wood and glass remaining...maybe the demons, that the woman had mentioned to him, had caused the chaos.

But his examining were cut off...by a familiar female voice.

"Oh! I'm so glad that your finally here!"

Both hunters turned their heads and looked to their lefts as a happy, small and old lady, ran carefully out of the nearby alleyway and over to the two lovers, as the older man stood tall next to his partner with their weapons in his hands.

"Well of course! We wouldn't miss it for the world!" Dante responded back somewhat excitedly, with his usual batch of charisma and kept a fun grin on his devilish lips. As the older hunter spoke, he passed the younger man's weapons to Nero, before they strapped their gear into their rightful places, all three of them turning around to look at the mysterious house.

But the two couldn't see the old woman's greyish eyes looking the young devil hunter over from the corners of her weary and aged eyes.

"We'll take care of this." The older hunter uttered with an aura of anticipation around him.

The two dashed into the front of the building, Dante in front and Nero rushing just behind him, and were instantly greeted by tones upon tones of Greeds on every floor and hanging from the remaining rafters that kept the house's ceiling from collapsing. This was nothing too difficult to handle.

It should only take about five minutes.

Dante and Nero looked at each other, and then back to the demons in front of them. The creatures sneered and roared in their direction, swinging and jumping all over the place in frantic and unpredictable motions, their scythe like weapons ready to slice and dice the strong and delicate flesh of their bodies.

But the two slayers were unafraid and quickly unsheathed their large swords from behind their backs, holding them tightly in their hands as the younger man reved up the exceed system within his sword, the shiny and sharp blade roaring to life and burning with enough heat to cut and melt flesh the moment it made contact with a demon's body. The creatures suddenly pounced upon their positions, letting out ferocious roars and blood curderling screams at them, that would have deafened and sent the adverage human packing with their tail between their legs.

But they were far from adverage humans.

"Let's do this thing!" The two lovers shouted simultaneously, and finally rushed into action.

Unfortunately for the two devil hunters, it took a few hours to take care of all the creatures, since there seemed to be a summoning device in the building that kept making more of the basterds...until Dante and Nero had double teamed the demonic and fleshy machine, before it did anymore damage and the demons got further than the insides of the house. But they did eventually take care of all the weak demons that remained. They were much tougher in packs, to say the least. Dante tried to kill the demons as quickly and as non-humanly as possible, so that he could get him and his lover back home, back to the shop to get cleaned up and head out like he had been planning for them to do for a very long time.

They strolled back out of the old building triumphantly, though the house looked even more unstable now then when they had arrived.

But the two didn't seem to worry that much as they walked back over to the old lady.

The two slayers' tall muscular bodies, along with their tight and warm clothes were stained in immense levels of demonic blood, Greed insides slattered across the both of their forms. But for some strange reason...the old lady didn't seem to be disturbed in the slightest by the horrific and unsettling image in front of her.

"Thank you so much for your sevices, gentlemen!" The old lady praised them happily, with a smile on her old and wrinkled face, that quietly worried Nero as it seemed to be more in his direction than his partner's direction. But the younger hunter just simply rubbed his nose bashfully out of a simple yet adorable habit.

"No problem." Nero responded softly to her with a small smile of his face, as she pullled out her small black wallet. Opening it up, she pulled out a small bundle of green notes, all of different amounts of cash from tens to twenties and even a fifty here and there for good measure.

"Here you go, boys."

She handed the cash over to the younger slayer, who was about to take it...until the older slayer took it instead, thanking the woman for the money, a cheeky smirk on his face while he looked from the corners of his eyes at Nero. His partner was clearly annoyed by his actions.

To Dante, it was always fun to play around with his boyfriend, though he hoped that Nero wouldn't get ticked off by his games, and then make all of his efforts and works pointless later.

The old woman still continued to smile at the two men, even as she left off back into the same alleyway as she had came out of, though the hunters didn't really seem to notice where she went. After a little bickering between the two lovers: which was mainly over what Dante had just done and Nero shouting at him, which quickly turned to relaxed laughter, the both of them finally left as they carefully shoved their weapons back into the trunk of the car, before they raced off back home.

'All in a days work.' The older half-demon thought to himself as he stared at his handsome partner from the corners of his eyes. He looked ready to fall asleep, as Dante quickly put the pedal to the metal, and sped off with a wide smile on his face.

Tonight was the big night.

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