The long, stretch limousine pulled up next to a flimsy, rust riddled gate. Its tires rolling over the small stones covering the ground. The sun had just set over the horizon and the last bit of red and orange in the sky were fading away. What mostly decorated the sky now was dark and bright blues.

The back door of the long, black car opened with a belted boot hitting the ground with another coming right after it. A red coat flowed out with Dante already locked and loaded with his two guns and sword. The other door opened with the lovely Trish exiting the car. She was equipped, per usual, with Sparda and her two handguns, Ombra and Luce. Walking around to join Dante, they both looked at the building they were about to enter as the limo pulled away.

It was a square brick and steel building. Two large, green, industrial doors lead into the steel mill as the smoke stacks above produced nothing. It had not been running for days and it clearly showed by the lack activity.

Dante rolled his shoulders and asked of Trish, without looking at her, "Alright, what's the deal with this place?"

Trish folded her arms saying jadedly, "Morrison said there were some reported deaths from some demon - machine - things."

With a sigh, Dante hung his head into his hand, "Oh, why Morrison? Why do you do this to me?" Knowing this was probably going to be a goose chase.

Beginning their walk towards the steel mill, Dante and Trish discussed the job back and forth. Dante saying first, "Alright, give me the details."

Trish struggled to remember them. "Apparently, the machines in here have already killed several people and have become possessed."

"Possession? Demons possess humans, they posses animals - not often. They don't takeover machines!"

"I know Dante but the manager promised to give us a big payday. Of course Morrison said yes."

"Of course he did. Could be real demons out there to kill but no! I got to be here 'pretending' to exercise some hunk of junk."

They walked through the rust covered gate and were met by a pudgy man with a flashlight in hand. He wore a business suit and seemed to be frightened of the two. He approached them anyway swallowing hard as he greeted them, "Hello! You must be the ones here to solve my problem." His voice was thick and sound a bit cracked from cigar smoke.

Dante was a little offset by the man. He automatically didn't like him feeling the sleaziness coming off of him. Trish could feel it too but she ignored it.

Letting out a sigh of frustration, Dante; not even looking at the man but in any other direction he could find, retorted, "I guess so. Just to let you know we are not mechanics or specialist with machines or…"

"Oh no!" The chubby man nearly yelled out. "I don't need anybody like that. We already tried every expert on the planet on every machine and most of them didn't leave the mill alive." The man took a cigar from his pocket and fumbled with the flashlight in-hand to clasp a lighter and light it.

Dante was looking at him now. "Would you mind focusing?!"

Looking at the demon slayer with surprised eyes, the man swallowed again and put away both his lighter and the cigar. "I'm sorry - its - we've just lost nearly four days of production and those corporate, 'white shirts' are getting a little sick of my excuses."

Dante nor Trish were fans of corporate America. Mainly because they felt it was a large infectious evil they couldn't stop. Dark, evil humans who sometimes were worse than any demon either of them had fought.

Then, the pudgy, nervous man said, "I wonder if they're worried about -" He stopped himself.

Catching it quickly, Trish asked, "Worried abut what?"

"I wonder if they're worried about the bad PR (public relations) this is going to cause?"

Trish rolled her eyes walking past the man but Dante stopped her. The little man looked at him confused wanting to lead them into the mill. Dante sneered at the guy hissing out, "That's not what you were going to say. Don't lie to me or her. Not the healthiest of decisions you could make right now." Wrapping one of his hands around the hilt of his sword. Dante wouldn't do anything to him but he knew he wouldn't have to.

With bulging eyes lowering his flashlight, the man let out an exhale of defeat from his failed lie, "I wonder if they're worried about him?"

Dante shifted his head a bit asking, "Who?"

"Dr. Terasawa."

Again, Dante shifted his head not sure who that was. Trish took a few steps past the pudgy manger of the mill listening to him as he went on.

He started with, "Dr. Terasawa had government backing. He picked this mill and the government paid us for him to stay in the facility. He and his bodyguard left after the machines began to malfunction. He tried to fix them but told us that it wasn't his field. I appreciated what little help he could give. You should have seen his profile on the net."

Trish turned to face the pudgy man again, asking, "Can you describe this doctor?"

Shrugging his shoulders, the man answered, "He was a young, oriental looking man. I think he was Japanese but he was born and raised in America. At least, that's what I learned online about him. His bodyguard though seemed American enough though."

"What did his 'bodyguard' look like?"

He looked at Dante, "Kind of like you. Except he had a black coat and had two swords on his back."

Dante and Trish both exchanged looks knowing exactly who this bodyguard was. Vegdax. This was no longer a goose chase. Dante pulled out his two guns along with Trish and the two began walking towards the mill. Swinging both their arms loaded with their weapons, Dante said to the pudgy guy, not even looking at him, "I'd get out of here if I were you. Things are about to get interesting."

Both the devil hunters walked towards the mill with purpose as the chubby guy ran off not wanting to know what the two were about to do inside the mill. They sauntered ready to handle their business. Dante was a step ahead of Trish as the two approached the steel, green doors into the mill.

With hate in his eyes constraining back his Devil Trigger, Dante took a step towards the doors and kicked them both in. Raising his guns cross-armed, he prepared for an onslaught. Trish came up right behind him aiming Ombra and Luce in all directions. The two willing and prepared for war.

There was no war to be had though as the two green doors fell inward and echoed out to an empty mill. Dead silence. There were only a few machines around with a few pallets loaded with steel ingots on them. Dante moved slowly uncrossing his arms, aiming his guns straight ahead to the right while Trish came up on the left. The two expert hunters clearing the mill as they moved. Back-to-back they moved inward into the mill on their guard.

The two circled the pallet loaded with steel ingots as they headed for the back of the mill. They crossed by a robotic arm that seemed to be palletizing the ingots. They then crossed by a small miller that seemed to still have a part in it. Dante nearly passed by when Trish caught his attention. Being careful not to raise any evil awareness, Trish silently tapped her foot causing Dante to turn towards her with guns at the ready. She just quietly pointed at the miller causing Dante to approached it. He lowered his two guns as he looked at the product in the miller. It looked like an arm made completely out of steel. It was etched with scales like armored snakeskin and had metal claws on the fingertips that would put a grizzly bear to shame. Serrated and at least a foot long, curved and thick, looking like jagged knives rather than claws.

Cocking his head, Dante whispered to Trish, "Somebody's been busy."

Suddenly, the two heard a sound from the ceiling making both of them aim their guns upwards. The professionals moved outward from each other so that their prey would be trapped in a hail of gunfire from both ends. Dante bumped up against a makeshift office and saw scattered papers and folders containing pictures and all kinds of different documents. Trish stopped just in front of a molding machine. She saw some movement but held back her impulse to fire.

Meanwhile, Dante edged his way towards the door of the small office as again he saw some movement from the ceiling. He lowered his guns a tad as he peered into the dark office seeing the loads of documents scattered about.

Nearly entering the small office, he heard a loud click behind him. Snapping on the target; bringing his guns up aiming at the enemy, he saw a metallic creature on the floor. Similar to Blades or Assaults he had faced in the past. Only this creature was robotic in nature. Its tail swung behind it to-and-fro made of metal and black wires. Its triangular-shaped head was adorned with razor teeth and a thin, glass visor of red light horizontally striped across it face for eyes.

Pouncing away, it screeched at Dante hopping to the right. By that time, Trish had arrived and locked her guns on the target. Both the devil hunters opened fire on the metallic creature trailing it with bullets. It pounced over machines and jumped from light fixtures using them as perches. Trying desperately to avoid the gunfire from both Dante and Trish.

Bounding from one big, titanic, iron-looking machine to another, it folded up like a small metal ball and landed inside another machine. Fitting nicely into a circular slot on the back of the equipment. The large machine it landed in rotated towards the two having large arms eject from it. It stood being a completely different entity. Standing over twelve feet tall, it lumbered over the demon killing partners as they stopped firing being somewhat amazed with the large contraption.

It took a step towards the two planting three blades-for-toes into the cement of the steel mill. One of its arms was a larger version of the steel arm they had seen earlier in the miller while the other was a rotating mace with spikes. Twisting with the spikes popping out across the steel ball. The mace articulated opposite the arm, both spinning, gaining momentum like a drill. The machine/demon let out this low bellow from its small head that was just a round ball; featureless in appearance, as it slammed the mace into the concrete making the two hunters dodge out of the way in opposite directions.

Concrete was flung in the air in multiple waves from the spinning weapon. It had made quite the hole as it lifted the weapon from the impact center.

Trish and Dante both fired up at the mechanical monstrosity dousing it in bullets. Steam poured from the impacting bullets wounding the metallic beast as it went down to one knee, swinging the mace and its clawed hand wildly.

Pulling his sword, Dante went in for the killer blow but the machine demon had something else in mind. It spun about pivoting its hulking body quickly, turning its back on Dante. Five holes on its back expelled five metal balls shooting out like rockets landing on the ground, hammering the cement floor. They folded out into metal versions of Blades like the one before which joined the group.

The hulking machine seemed to skate away from the two demon hunters neither hunter not knowing how it did that. It blasted through one of the large iron walls into another part of the mill leaving Dante and Trish with the five skulking, stalking metal creatures. Their tails swinging back and forth cunningly and angrily.

Dante gripped his sword tightly and smiled at the beasts, "This party's getting crazy!" One launched at Dante but all it got was Rebellion's blade in its mouth for its trouble being knocked back against one of the iron walls, smashing into the wall with half of it head missing. Two of the machine Blades whipped their heads at Dante in furry but all he did was spin Rebellion in a showy fashion asking himself, "Next?"

Trish crossed her arms and fired at one of the metallic Blades as she backed away from the creature as it dodged the bullets quickly. It launched for her but she just kicked it away with a crescent-kick making it fly into one of the machines, folding the machine and injuring the metal demon. It shook off the kick though and removed itself from the mechanical debris. It went for Trish as Dante, pouncing in front of another as Dante was already swing for that one. He caught both of them on his blade and cut both of them in half sending parts and black sludge everywhere.

Trish looked at him disappointed, "Hey, he was mine."

Dante was already locked on another one as he said, "Sorry sweet cheeks. Just couldn't keep away."

The two devil destroyers looked at the last remaining two with Trish asking, "How about I get the left, you get the right?"

Dante looked at the metal beasts tilting his head at the two, "I got a better idea." He swung Rebellion in front of him jumping in the air, plunging the sword deep into the one on the right having the other pounce backwards from him. He pulled his sword along with the dead creature's body from the cement flinging both the sword and the dead monster at the last remaining demon. The sword flew right for the creature as it hopped over the flying weapon. Rebellion sunk deep into an iron wall behind it while Dante tore his guns from under his coat sending a barrage of bullets at the creature tearing it apart, keeping it suspended, unloading round after round. Nearly a minute passed of unending onslaught before Dante let it fall to the ground pumping three last shots into its cranium as he walked away picking up his sword and kicking the dead body from the blade.

Walking back towards Trish, Dante watched her holster her guns saying to him sarcastically, "Gee, that was certainly a better idea. I'm glad you brought me along what with all this help you've been needing."

Swinging Rebellion back on his back, Dante said, "Oh come on, if I didn't bring you along, I would have been able to see you in that tight, black leather you always wear."

She crossed her arms on her chest turning her head from him, "Is that all I'm good for, eye candy?"

He walked past her simply saying, "No." Dante walked back to the small office and held out his hand towards it, pleasantly asking Trish, "I'll let you shoot the door down if it makes you feel better?"

She picked at her nails, "I'll let you. Wouldn't want to spoil all your fun."

Dante lowered his hand with a bored look, "Women." He took the door handle in-hand twisting the knob. Locked. Ripping the door from the hinges, he threw it to the side and turned on the light in the small office. Walking in, he was followed by Trish who slowly walked in with her red-clad partner.

A desk was at the back of the small office with a small window to the left and a few plaques decorating the cheap white walls. On the desk lay the files and papers. Dante was the first to look them over handing a few to Trish as he said, "Oh yeah, Vegdax has been here all right."

Trish looked at the papers inquisitively asking, "How can you tell?"

Dante showed her some printed off pictures of himself with some photo-shopped blood and dismemberment. "Call it a hunch."

She looked at the pictures disgusted. "Boy, he's really got it in for you!"

There were a few more pictures and documents that Dante sorted through. Pictures not of him. "Looks like I'm not the only one he's after."

Trish lifted her eyes from the papers in hand, asking, "Oh yeah?"

Dante lifted two red folders stuffed with papers and photos. He opened them looking at a teenaged boy with green hair. He flipped through the papers finding baby pictures of the child also having green hair. "Oh yeah." Dante said, throwing Trish one of the red folders with a smirk on his face.

She caught the folder and looked through it seeing the green-haired teen saying, "Well, isn't he a cutie!"

Dante flipped through the papers in his red folder saying, "Vegdax has got everything on this kid. From infant to misfit."

Shaking her head, Trish added, "Misfit? Not according to this Dante. Skipped Kindergarten at the request of his adopted parents to first grade and was given an academic achievement award during the second. Winner of over nine honor rolls, a penmanship award, P.E top of his class, and grade point average of 3.9 from seventh grade on up." Trish just made a small noise of wonder, "And that's just for the starters. You should see his high school football and basketball career stats."

Reading over other papers, Dante said coldly, "I don't have to. I got a medical history right here. No measles, mumps, chickenpox, or even a report of a head-cold."

Trish, slightly stunned, leaned over at Dante's red folder collection, "Are you serious?"

Looking up from his own file folder, he said, "Not one damn symptom. The only medical record here is for a hospital visit for fifth grade diving off a high board and smacking his head on the bottom of the school pool."

Trish looked at it curiously, "He went straight down, through the water? That's impossible."

Dante's eyes were drifting off. He remembered when he was a kid diving into a pool himself. He went straight to the bottom unaware of his superhuman strength at the time. He then spoke. "When he arrived at the hospital, there wasn't a scratch on him. Which contradicted what the gym coach had said."

"Something's very off with this kid."

"I know." Dante said, closing up the folder and flinging it back on the desk. Trish did the same as Dante continued, "We've got to find that kid. Vegdax is after him and I think he's been trying to find him for awhile."

"Why do you say that?" Trish asked as she began heading for the door of the office.

"Because he was at Gallery Lake. A camp for smaller kids but still, I think he was looking for this green-haired boy. Then again in Limbo City. If he's on his trail, he's got to be getting close if he has all this information on the tyke."

"but why here? Why a steel mill? It doesn't seem like the kind of place a kid would hangout."

"Maybe throw us off the trail? Maybe he just wanted to get some new swords? I don't have an idea but one thing I do know - is that that kid has demonic power."

Dante and Trish were both standing outside the office now with Trish asking a little surprised, "You sure about that?"

A loud metallic sound came from the back of the mill as Dante pulled Rebellion, "You know many kids with natural green hair color?"

Trish grasped Sparda saying to Dante, not even looking at him, "I don't know many kids anyway."

"Trust me, they don't exactly have Chia-Pets for hair."

Another loud metallic sound as the two rushed to the back of the mill to confront the noise maker.