Two

There was no plan. Just run as fast as possible at the dead end, and hope for the best. Lady and Dante went all over town, searching for those who ran in cults or demon circles. They found many lower-class demons who did not know anything about the picture. Unfortunately, these underlings were very hostile and very stupid. Dante made it his side priority to eradicate them all.

But after nearly a week, the demon population seemed to be plummeting. It was not long after that lady caught rumors of a "demon killer" in the area. For all they knew, they could have been the demon killer. But a plan began to form. They would, hopefully, lure in this unknown killer and interrogate him.

Dante knew this would be no easy task. This hunter had considerable skill to be capable of destroying just as many demons as Lady and him. Still, it would be nothing in comparison to his past adversaries.

At long last, they were ready. Dante stood in the middle of a secluded alleyway. Lady was atop a nearby building, ready to take aim at anything that approached. Dante released Ebony and Ivory. The plan was simple; aim high, create a loud sound, and draw in the killer. Dante whipped the guns around in a fancy display that was stylish and impressive to the eyes. However, one bullet ricocheted off an above fire escape, and zipped back down into his foot. The sight of him hopping up and down holding his foot was enough to make Lady laugh. "Thank god he's not human," she thought to herself. "He'd be a danger to himself more than others…"

Okay, so the plan didn't start off very well, but a newly created, on-the-spot plan B was working smoothly. Demonic blood flooded the ground from Dante's feet. This would make fine bait.

Blood. It was flowing… from his torso? He didn't understand. Blood gushed out from an unknown source on Dante's body. But he hadn't felt a thing. Lady received the signal to shoot the killer, but no one was there between the buildings but Dante. Yet, someone was still bleeding him.

The full answer still remained a mystery, but a clue was soon displayed. Born from the dark puddle on the street, by Dante's feet, a crimson demon bird emerged. A pure symbol of the Temen-ni-gru… and a testament to Arkham's power.

By looking at her, you'd have thought Lady's heart had stopped. And in a sense, it did. She buried her past with her father's death. Now this glowing creature's sight somehow tarnished all of her accomplishment. This story was not over.

A dark man stepped seemingly from nowhere. No one seemed to notice him either. A small knife was retrieved from Dante's shoulder. It had been there for quite some time. This person had gotten the jump on both of them; had evaded the sights of both of them. It didn't seem possible.

As if in reaction to Dante's thoughts, the man re-emerged from the wall to Dante's left. At first, it was just a simple hand, protruding from a solid building. The hand grew into an arm, indo a torso, into a body, like a magic trick that defied the impossible.

The man stood face-to-face with Dante and spoke with arrogance. "Welcome to our Plan B, Mr. …?"

"Dante."

"Yes, Arkham spoke very highly of you. He will be pleased to know you survived Vergil's fury! He wouldn't want it any other way… than for you to die by his own hands."

"…You spoke to Arkham? … How recently? …" Dante wasn't surprised. At this point he expected anything.

"Oh every night, Dante. He enters my mind straight from Hell, out of nothing but pure will. Or perhaps, Anger?"

Lady broke the light mood of the dark conversation with a loud cry. A large missile shot out from her Kalina Ann. Speeding through the air, the rocket took aim of its target; a man she wanted only to forget. But the man next to Dante effortlessly walked back through the wall he had arrived, which was reduced to debris after the missile made contact. Dante was tossed aside by the explosion. He alone had felt the force of the attack, but in this case, sorry would be good enough.

The man returned yet again, this time from the opposite wall. "You cannot stop them. The events have already been set into motion."

"Ugh…what events?" Dante managed to speak, picking himself up off the ground and dusting himself off.

"You'll know soon enough Dante… once it had become clear that you pose no threat to us." The man turned around and began to leave.

"Wait!" Dante yelled at him, but the man kept walking. Dante raised his hands up and pressed them tightly together. This time, the man stopped. This time, time had stopped. Lady had stopped. Everything had stopped, or at least slowed down the point that movement was nearly unnoticeable.

Dante took out Rebellion and severed the man's arm off. When time unfroze, the man screamed loud. Dante just laughed. "Something to tell Arkham tonight buddy!"

The man was furious, and took off into the night, passing straight through an endless row of buildings.

Daybreak soon came. And the rain did not end.