"Nero!" Dante's voice echoes down the hallway as he peers through the rush of demons, swinging Rebellion as best as he is able as he scans for him. "You good?"

"Need help already?" The kid sounds nearby, but down a ways, and Dante snorts at the smart-aleck response. He bites back a response, remembering what it was like to be nineteen and feel invincible, to have power and stamina and enjoy the rush of killing demons.

It's different now that he is older, the moves as familiar as breathing, the enemies mundane as paint drying. Meeting Nero and getting to know the kid, training him, especially with his suspicions all but confirmed, has breathed new life into the legendary devil hunter: but it's still just a regular Friday night, clearing out another warehouse that houses another cell of demons for another client that's just going to bitch about the holes left in the walls.

Dante continues pushing forward, slicing off arms and heads as he goes. There has to be a queen mother up ahead; no way this many slipped through a portal, these babies were bred. Maybe getting to the big bad will be interesting, and then he and Nero can stop before going into Fortuna to get a drink or six. Maybe he'll even let Dante crash on the couch, now that he and Kyrie have set up in a house in town and have the room.

The drone of Red Queen suddenly cuts off, the lack of white noise catching his attention. "Nero?" he calls again, but this time instead of a snarky comment two shots ring out in response, followed by the entire building shaking as a roar goes up from inside. "Nero!" Dante shouts, slicing as he doubles his speed, actually trying now so he can find the kid and find out why the hell he needed his gun in such close quarters. Either he forgot one of Dante's rules for demon hunting ("don't shoot a gun in a tight space, dumbass") or he's in trouble.

Turns out it's trouble—well, sort of. They are on the third floor, having been going methodically through each level to clear it out, and when Dante skids to a stop in the central part where the elevators are, he finds them gone. Instead, there is a huge hole where the elevators used to be, the concrete and iron in a heap below them where it had collapsed.

He looks up to see Nero on the other side of the giant hole, wiping his brow with his forearm. "You okay, kid?" Dante calls over.

"Yeah," Nero shouts with a bit of a laugh. "I got them corralled but I guess the weight was too much. Just managed to jump out of the way."

Dante shakes his head. "Stay there and I'll come get you."

"Nah, I got this. There's gotta be a set of fire stairs at the end." Nero points Red Queen towards the dark hallway behind him. "Let's make sure that was the last of them. I'll meet you at the bottom."

"Yeah." Dante sighs as he watches Nero go, and then looks around at where the floor and elevators had broken from the supports and given way. No way the weight made this happen; you could probably park a semi in here and it would hold. The building is structurally sound, supposed to be anyway, and it would take more than a few dozen demons to knock a hole in it. No, something made the floor collapse, and his gaze goes upwards, wondering where the queen bee could be hiding.

Dante doubles back and finds his staircase, taking the steps two at a time upwards. The hallways are eerily empty after the deluge in the bottom floors, and he stalks carefully through, checking each office. The damn place has a thousand places to hide, so there is no telling where the big bad could be.

On the top floor, lucky number seven, he hits the jackpot. The second he steps out from the stairwell Ebony and Ivory are drawn as he picks his way through the nest that covers the walls and floor and even ceiling. The emergency lights give a weird glow to everything, but his demon eyes can see clearly in the dim light as he listens carefully for movement.

He finds the demon in the corner office, thinking it has good taste and laughing at his own joke. At first he doesn't see the queen, but a shift in the air catches his eye and he fires both guns into the dark, smiling at the sound of bullets making their impact.

With a wail it emerges from the shadow, clutching its chest. "What did you do that for?" the demon yells.

"Eviction notice, numbnuts," he says. "Time to head back to wherever the fuck you came from."

"I can't," the demon argues. "I have my eggs to hatch, my babies to look after—"

"Babies?" Dante chuckles, scratching his head as he places his other hand on his hip. "Sorry, I think I killed all of 'em."

The demon snarls. But instead of threatening him, Dante is surprised when it asks, "What do you want?"

"What?" he blinks.

"What do you want? To leave me alone?"

Dante huffs. "Don't work like that, sweetheart."

The demon moves closer and he aims his guns again. It starts to unfold itself from its spot, and Dante's eyebrows go up to see it's probably almost seventeen feet tall, completely squished into the office. "My name is Veguaniel," it says. "I am the demon of fortune."

"Good for you."

"How much do you want?" the demon asks. "How much are you being paid to kill me? I can double it. Triple it even."

"Are you serious?" he groans. "I don't do this for the money."

The demon looks him up and down. "That's obvious."

"Watch it." He points the guns at its head, and the demon shrinks back a bit.

"I want to pay you! I can make you rich beyond your wildest dreams! You'd never have to slaughter the innocents like me again!" Dante snorts as it tilts its head. "You can't possibly like doing this."

He cocks the hammer on each gun. "Not about liking it. About paying the bills."

The demon gives an annoyed huff. "This is what I'm saying. I can make you rich. I can buy you whatever you want. There's got to be something you'd rather be doing than this. Would you like a mansion? A yacht? How about a palace?"

Dante chuckles to himself, but admits it's almost tempting. Suppose this demon has some fortune granting power? He tries to think of himself as some fancy millionaire and fails. To be honest, all he would really want is a nice house and a nicer bike. Maybe work on engines, build things? Meet a pretty girl with a sharp wit and killer smile and settle down, like Nero and Kyrie have.

"This is stupid," he says. "Not gonna happen."

"So why do you do it?" it asks. "There must be something a god of fortune can give you for one tiny, little favor."

Dante growls under his breath, his patience out. "I'm a devil hunter because I've been hunted by demons my whole life," he snaps. "Ever since you fuckers came down on my house when I was a kid, killed my family, and then made my life miserable. Getting paid is just a bonus."

"Hmmm." A tentacle slithers out and taps on the demon's cheek, as if it is thinking. "Did that make you sad?"

"What?"

"Did losing your family and all that make you sad?"

"What the hell? Of course it did!" Dante snaps. "But I don't see why—"

"So you wouldn't be a demon hunter if they hadn't died, is that it?" The demon's voice trails off, and Dante frowns. "I can grant you a fortune that has nothing to do with money. Would you like your family back?"

He grits his teeth, anger starting to bubble. "Shut the hell up."

The demon bares its teeth in a grotesque smile. "Done."

The floor gives way, and Dante shouts as he falls, firing upwards. He gets a glance of the demon waving to him just moments before he lands headfirst on the concrete and the world goes black.

The squeak of the shower turning on wakes him. Dante opens his eyes and immediately regrets it, pain piercing his temples like an ice pick to the brain. "Damn it," he sighs, reaching up to rub his forehead.

The ceiling is white, not the faded yellow of his place, so he figures he must be at Nero's. Damn, did the kid have to find him and save his ass? He'll never live this down, and as he stretches his stiff limbs he sighs and closes his eyes again.

He remembers the warehouse and the demons, and Nero getting separated. Then he had found the head at the top of the building and it had… asked him about his family? Dante frowns, pressing the heel of his hand against his eyes. Demons are getting fucking weirder by the day.

He enjoys the few minutes of quiet until the shower turns off. Dante sighs, moving to roll over and sit up. Either Nero or Kyrie are in there, so he figures he'll go downstairs and give them privacy, but when he sits up he notices two things. First, he's in just his boxers, which is weird because that means Nero undressed him. Also, he doesn't own boxers, preferring to let his junk ride free, knowing the ladies liked how it looked in tight denim.

Second, their bedroom is way different than it was. He's been there a few times but he helped Nero paint the house and their bedroom was definitely green. Dante remembers this because Nero had bitched about the color to him because he couldn't to Kyrie. But the bedroom is now a soft shade of blue, and he wonders if the kid finally confessed that the color sage reminded him of puke.

The door to the bathroom opens and a woman walks out wrapped in a towel. He blinks when it's immediately obvious it is not Kyrie: this one is shorter, slimmer, her platinum hair almost white like his and falling in a trendy bob style at her shoulders. The woman takes no notice of him, moving to a set of drawers and opening the top one.

"Uh, excuse me?" Dante says.

The woman looks over her shoulder. "Yeah?"

"Who are you?" he asks.

She rolls her eyes. "Har har, very funny." She goes back to pulling out clothes and says, "I know I said I'd never work on a Saturday, but Jenny's kid is sick and I didn't have the heart to make her come in. But I promise it's only a half shift, and I'll be home by two."

That doesn't answer his question at all, but before he can point that out she drops the towel. Dante spins quickly, his heart pounding as he yanks the sheet up over his lap, hissing, "What are you doing?"

"I told you, I'm covering for Jenny. It'll be easy enough for a Saturday. It's a nice day out, nobody goes to the library when it's sunny." Dante peeks over to see her thankfully wearing a bra and panties, which he stares at for a moment before remembering he shouldn't be staring. He looks down at his own lack of clothes and frowns, wondering if it's her house he slept in. Does that mean they had sex? Maybe he and Nero made it to the bar after all and he got lucky?

Not bad, he thinks as he looks back to where she is shimmying on a pair of jeans. She's cute enough at least, gorgeous even, although he wishes he could remember her name. "Hey, uh—"

"Don't forget to be ready by five," she says, rolling on deodorant. Then she glances over at him and frowns. "You okay?"

"No. Yes. Sorry, five?"

Dante frowns and she laughs. "Yes. Reservations are at five-thirty and you know if we're a minute late your brother will start complaining."

That gets his attention, and Dante feels the blood drain from his face. "My… brother?"

"Yes. It's your parents' anniversary. Remember?" Dressed now, she runs a brush through her hair as she sighs. "Please tell me you didn't forget. This has been planned for weeks."

Dante jumps up and stalks towards her, pulling the brush from her hand and grabbing her elbow to turn her. She only comes up to about his shoulders, and his expression goes menacing as he glares down at her surprised one. "What do you know about my parents?"

"Dante, what in the world? What is wrong with you?" The concern in her voice tempers him a bit, and she pulls her arm away to press a palm to his cheek. She examines his eyes closely as she asks, "Are you feeling okay? Did you hit your head or something? You look strange."

"I…" I fell, he wants to say, but she brushes his jaw gently. "Why don't you take it easy today? You'll have the whole house to yourself. Get some coffee and just relax, and when I get home we'll see how you feel, okay?"

Did losing your family and all that make you sad? Where did that come from? "What about my parents?" he asks again harshly.

She takes a steady breath. "It's the thirteenth. Their fiftieth wedding anniversary. We're all going out to dinner to celebrate." Then she rubs his arm gently, and it's then that he notices the band on her ring finger. His eyes go wide, and startled, he looks at his own left hand, where a matching gold band sits on his fourth finger.

His blood is pounding in his ears so loudly he barely hears her goodbye. "Just stay home and relax," she says, and when she reaches up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek it pulls Dante back to the present.

He watches her walk through the room and grab her purse just as she reaches the door. Then he is left blinking as the door shuts, the sound of his raging heartbeat still thundering in his ears.