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Trish and Alastor covered for Dante, taking the calls throughout the day so Dante, Lady, Nevan, Lucia, and Matier when she arrived, teleporting in via the Displacement technique, could hold an ongoing council of war. Or litigation. Whichever.

Lady managed to trace one of the parts back to a custom maker she used, and threatened violence and/or canceling future orders if he didn't tell them who they sold the part to. To no one's surprise, the company that ordered it and the lot numbers on other parts were traced to Capcom.

Most of the time, owning a bank was a huge hassle. He had to show up to meetings to prove he was still alive and not assassinated like the rest of them, he'd had to threaten a mob boss gone legit who had recognized him with a slow, painful death courtesy of Nevan if he told anyone (Dante shuddered at the thought of the Batman jokes that would ensue if anyone found out a rich kid was in this business), and, worst of all, he had to wear a suit.

Now, Nevan could make a suit look good. But Nevan could make anything look good, even overalls that time she'd gone undercover on a farm to help track down a sorcerer.

But no matter how expensively tailored it was, he always thought he looked like a penguin. He didn't like wearing mostly black. Black was the color of mourning. He didn't mourn, he fought.

He'd had a deep red suit made once, but the tailor had made it look antique to compensate for the unusual color, and he'd looked in the mirror and seen his dad looking back at him.

Most of the photos he had of his dad were wearing antique clothing. Mom had gotten out the photo album at the slightest provocation, and that tunic and longcoat were engraved in his memory just as much as the photos she'd taken of him in devil form.

He'd hid it from Mom, who had that soft look in her eyes when she looked at the photos and told him how their father was a man who fought for the weak, but he'd been ashamed that that… thing was his father.

Not much of a father, getting himself killed when they were too young to remember him and leaving Mom to protect them from Hunters who had wanted them dead for being demon spawn, from sorcerers wanting to find out what powers could be gotten from them, and Dad's enemies.

He'd stood there over her body the day after she died and hated his father.

He… now he was older, he knew that his father hadn't wanted to die, had really loved his mother, was someone it was an honor to be the son of as Vergil had thought, but… he still didn't want to wear a suit.

But having a battalion of investigators and computer technicians who were very experienced in discovering corporate wrongdoing (both he and his father had refused to invest their bank's money in unethical companies) and system security holes (for purposes of keeping people out, but the same tricks applied) was making what he'd thought would take weeks take only a few hours with one phone call.

Capcom had gotten a hold of footage from the Temen ni Gru incident (the security cameras at the Love Planet had miraculously survived, and the news choppers had been attacked by bloodgoyles when Arkham had opened the portal but at least a few of them had tapes spared by the crash), and had later thought that since the Hellsing agency hadn't objected (very much), to a manga and anime based on them, that they could base a video game series on what they all had to admit was very game-worthy material.

They had then placed a camera on the property, and caught Trish's arrival, and had bought the Uroboros Corporation's security footage when the company had been broken up to pay the fines caused by Arius' 'terrorist acts.'

They had already completed a game based on Arius' plot, as they had so much footage of the important scenes, a game which the hackers downloaded and Ebony and Ivory agreed sucked, and were contemplating games based on what had happened at Temen ni Gru and Mallet island, although those were still in production because they didn't have any footage of the key bits and hence didn't know what had actually happened.

Dante was seething. If they had to make video games about his life-and-death struggles for vengeance, couldn't they at least make good ones?

Nevan was also seething. "What's got you so fired up?" He asked, eyebrow raised. Her face. Look at her face.

"They have footage of me half-naked while transforming." She pointed at the screen, eyes flashing, fists clenching and unclenching. Dante couldn't help himself, he looked. "They were planning to put this into a game, distribute it worldwide so thousand of teenage boys would drool over me, and not. Pay. Me. One. Red. Cent!" Sparks flew. They all ducked. "Sorry," she growled out. "I'll get another monitor out of storage." She stalked off, muttering under her breath, "I'm going to sue those bastards so bad I'll drain them dry…"

"Hold on a sec." Lady raised her hand for attention. "If we sue them, a major corporation, won't they threaten to go public? We can't risk exposing demons and Hunting! The whole world would panic! And what about you, Dante?" Her eyes were concerned. They both knew that even though she'd figured out he was a good guy eventually, he wouldn't be able to fight beside the whole world. In a panic, they'd look at him and only see what his father was. Just like most of those who already knew.

"We should sacrifice them," Lucia suggested, "then they will not be able to tell anyone anything."

Matier sighed. "Lucia, they do not worship the gods. Only those who bind themselves by the laws of the gods are subject to them."

"Oh! Forgive my lapse, Matier." Lucia hung her head, embarrassed.

To get everyone to quit staring at the poor girl, Trish spoke up, saying, "Can't we just do a cover-up? Wipe their memories?"

Dante had been watching the TV (not computer) monitor, where Ebony and Ivory were still playing the game that had been made, muttering under their breaths about how it made them look bad. It made him look bad, too. You know, his life would make a kick-ass videogame… and it would be great to get some credit for once. "I've got a better idea."