One comment I wanted to take a second to address is the question of DMC 2 and Lucia. The game itself would give me about as much to go on as DMC 1 would in terms of plot, and honestly, I'm not really as confident in my ability to do Lucia as much as the other main DMC cast members. So at this time, there's no plans to include her.

"You know, for all you hyped this thing up, it doesn't look all that impressive."

Dante and Vergil were staring at the latest addition to the Devil May Cry office, an older looking, boxy computer screen with a slightly yellowed desktop of a computer under it. Lady was standing next to it, shaking her head.

"That's because I brought a used one. Frankly, I'm afraid one of you two are going to do something stupid and break it, so I figured I'd get something on discount so that if and when it breaks, we don't lose a lot of money."

"Don't lump me in with him." Vergil said.

"If you're so worried about the cost, maybe you should have just….you know, not gotten one?" Dante said. "We never needed one before."

"I'm sorry that you two are stuck in the past, but it's the 21st century." Lady said as she crossed her arms. "If you want to run any kind of serious business, you need to have a computer. Doesn't need to be some high end monster, so long as it can run at a decent speed and store what you need."

"And why, exactly, is this so needed?" Vergil said, motioning toward the computer. "What can it do that we can't already do?"

"Well, for starters, we can store all of our files on here digitally-"

"We have the file cabinet for that, and it's not like we have a lot of files we keep." Vergil interrupted.

"We can communicate with clients and people we deal with by E-mail." Lady said, ignoring the interruption. "Think normal mail that gets sent instantly-"

"Is that not why you practically held me at gunpoint and forced me to buy a phone?"

"You can go on the internet and do research on any number of topics-" Lady said, irritation starting to creep into her voice.

"How many things do we need to know other then "Shoot or stab the demon?" Dante asked with a shrug. "And isn't that why Vergil keeps his fancy looking stock of demonology books?"

"We can remotely access and manage our bank account and do bookkeeping-"

"The bank is not two blocks down the street." Vergil said.

"And don't you already have some book with the names of all the people unlucky enough to owe you money already?"

Lady's fist started to involuntarily clench. "We can access the website of any store worth going to, order what we need, and have it delivered directly to our doorstep-"

"Ah, shopping for people like Dante." Vergil said.

"I've always wanted to try shopping in my pajamas."

Lady threw up her hands. "Are you two doing this on purpose!?" She snapped.

"I simply don't agree that this is as vital a need as you insist." Vergil said with a shrug.

"Just because it's new doesn't mean it's better." Dante said as he pointed at a jukebox in the corner that looked like it had walked out of the 80s. "And honestly, the best part is this chair." Dante took a moment to spin around on the new wheeled computer chair that came with the desk, causing Lady to sigh.

"Well, you two better get used to it, it's here, there are no refunds, and it got added to your debt."

"You did what-"

"You had no right to-"

Lady held up her hand to shut them up. "It's a business expense. Or what, you expected me to pay for it out of my own funds? Besides, compared to what you still owe, it's a drop in the bucket." She scoffed as her phone rang, and she turned away to pick it up. "Morrison?...You have a job?"

While she was turned away, Vergil and Dante shared a private hi five, celebrating a victory over her that was about to be very short lived. "Give me the details….Is that right? They'll be right down."

She hung up, and turned back around, a wide smirk on her face. "Alright boys. You don't want to play with the computer, fine, there's a job for you. Go to this address, and speak with the client." She wrote down the address and handed it to Vergil. "I have other business to deal with, I won't be going with you."

The two grabbed their weapons. Dante turned toward her, holding up a finger.

"Ain't you at least going to tell us-"

"Nope."

"Knowing the situation is vital to-" Vergil started to protest.

"You'll be fine. It's going to be a surprise."

Instantly, both brothers felt nervous about this job and what hell she could possibly have dug up for them. They hesitated.

"This is very time sensitive, come on, hurry up, don't dawdle." Lady all but pushed them out the door.

Soon enough, Dante and Vergil pulled up onto the street they were bound for. They were in Vergil's ride today. Unlike Lady and Dante, Vergil had elected to buy an actual car, a fancy looking convertible, naturally in the same shade of blue as his coat.

"I got a bad feeling about this, bro." Dante said.

"How bad could it possibly be?" Vergil asked as he pulled to a stop.

"You have reached your destination" Vergil's GPS, another expense forced on him after he was an hour late to a job after getting lost on back streets, said.

"Vergil."

"Yes, brother?"

"You may not want to look to your left."

Naturally, he had no choice but to do so, and what he saw made his blood run cold.

Rainbow Daycare Center

Your child's journey to excellence starts here

They both took a moment to just stare. The building's exterior was covered in cutsy pictures and posters, images of unicorns, sparkles, ponies, and yes, rainbows were all visible. As if to punctuate the insilt, heavy rain started to fall. Vergil put the roof up on the car.

"So….who's calling her?" Dante asked.

"There is only one way to decide that." Vergil said with complete seriousness. They turned toward each other, and extended a hand.

"Rock, paper, scissors!" They both yelled as they held a quick, impromptu match. Dante, the loser, pulled out his phone, and hesitated a moment before pressing the speed dial.

"Devil May Cry." The more smug then usual voice of Lady rang through the phone.

"Hey, Lady, you gave us the wrong address."

"No I didn't. Rainbow Daycare? That's the spot."

"Lady, we're not babysitters."

"That's not why you're there. There's a demon somewhere in the area who's targeting children. The client will give the details you need."

"Alright, but why'd you have to shove this one on us? Since when do you turn down a job?"

"Well, I figured, given how you two were behaving this morning, that daycare was the perfect place for you. You two want to be stubborn children when I try to help you, then you can go where the children go when adults have to do work."

"You're evil."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"But-"

"Oh, sorry Dante, I'm going through a tunnel, talk to you boys later!"

She hung up, and chuckled to herself. "That'll teach them."

She started her bike back up and pulled out of where she had stopped to take the call. She was close to her destination, a craftsman she had known for some time, he had been the one that originally built the Kalina Ann for her, and preformed the regular maintenance on it, in addition to serving as her local supplier of ammo and grenades.

She turned the last corner, and instantly, she knew something was wrong. In front of his workshop that also doubled as his house, there was an ambulance and a police car. She pulled up, and dismounted, hardly even noticing the rain that had already soaked her clothes and hair. Two cops, standing around and seeing a woman with a rocket launcher on her back, started to approach her.

"Give me a minute, officers." Lady said. "I have a license for-"

"Ms Lady? That won't be necessary, we know who you are." The older of the pair said.

"What happened here?" She asked.

"Looks like a natural death. Died in his sleep, so the paramedics tell me. Unsurprising, given his advanced age."

"He's….dead?" Lady looked away, clearly upset.

"Any relation?"

"No, no." She said quickly. "Just a longtime business associate, and a friend."

The officers nodded, then turned and walked back toward the scene, where a man covered in a sheet was being wheeled out. Lady's phone rang, and she picked it up without looking at the caller ID.

"What?" She asked in a strained tone of voice.

"It's Morrison." Morrison said. "From that tone, I take it you heard already?"

"I'm watching them wheel him out now."

"I'm sorry, Lady."

There was a long moment of silence as Lady leaned on the side of a building, under cover from thr rain. "It's not…..I knew this day was going to come, sooner or later, and I think he knew it too. Still, when the time comes, it, well…."

"I understand." Morrison said. Another moment passed as Lady considered whenever or not she should bring it up.

"Not to sound insensitive, but there's another problem."

"You need someone else to do your work and keep you in stock."

"Know anyone?"

"Hmmmm…." She could hear the sound of him flipping through papers for a moment. "You familiar with the name Goldstein?"

"Only by reputation. Legendary family of gunsmiths?"

"Couple of generations back, one of them built Ebony and Ivory, the pair of guns Dante owns. And word on the street is that one of their descendants has opened a gun shop in the area."

"They any good?"

"Honest answer? Not sure. They're new to the trade, so far as I can see, got some training, but that only says so much."

Lady sighed. "I'm not going to entrust my weapons to some rookie who just finished their apprenticeship."

"Just give it a look. If you're not satisfied, I have a few other names."

Morrison told her the address. "You'll be looking for a girl by the name of Nico. I'm told she's hard to miss."

"Alright. Thanks, Morrison." She hung up, walked over to her bike as she cursed the sudden rainstorm, and took off.

The two brothers entered the daycare center. The inside was no less cutsy then the outside, the only place not covered in pink and blue walls and stickers being the front desk, at which an old woman stood. The two walked up to her.

"We're here to take care of your problem." Vergil said.

"Oh, good, good. The heating hasn't worked in days, I was wondering when you would arrive." The woman said. Dante and Vergil shared a glance, each looking at the others weapons, as if to confirm they had indeed brought their swords inside.

"The other problem." Vergil said, causing the woman to blink.

"Oh, yes. Terribly sorry. Dante and Vergil, of Devil May Cry?"

"Explain the situation." Vergil said.

"Yes, yes, well, yesterday afternoon, we were preparing the children for naptime. Then, we all heard a voice. A haunting, sad echo of a voice. The next thing we knew, we were all asleep, children and staff both. When we woke up, we found that one of the children had vanished."

"You got cameras?" Dante asked, for once looking serious.

"All the cameras mysteriously stopped working at the same time, and no one in the area saw anything. The police said that this didn't appear to be anything "Natural" and that I should contact you. We want you to be there today, to guard the children during naptime."

"What time is naptime?" Vergil asked.

"2 PM."

The two looked at a clock behind the old woman, which marked the current time as 9 AM.

"Sounds good. We'll be back at 1:30." Dante said. He and Vergil attempted to turn and leave, only for the woman to suddenly leap over the counter and grab his arm.

"No! You can't leave. You have to stay! The children have to get used to you, if a couple of armed strangers just walk into the room moments before naptime, they'll never be settled enough to go to sleep!"

"That should be the least of your concerns." Vergil said dismissively.

"But what if the kidnapper doesn't show up then, because they weren't sleeping? Besides, you already agreed to this. I told all of this to that nice man in the suit, he said he would explain all of this to you."

They looked at each other.

"She knew." Vergil said.

"Is it too late to change her nickname to "Evil Woman?"

Then they sighed, and accepted their fate.

"Where do we go?" Vergil asked.

"Right through here, just follow me." The old woman started walking toward a set of doors, ones though which they could hear the loud noises of children playing already. The two steeled themselves for what might be their hardest job yet, and entered the room.