The Reapers attacked first. Claire rolled to the left, drew her pistol and aimed at the Reapers, firing shots to their torso's. The Reapers shook their heads eerily as they continued to attack Claire. She back flipped quickly, landed crouched to one knee and fired some more. The Reaper's evaded the bullets. The Plagas began to get bored and decided to attack as well.

The Plagas proceeded toward Claire as she fired at the Reapers. She realized her bullets weren't working on the demons and ran toward one of the reapers. She grabbed it's scythe and swung it as hard as possible, almost unable to bear the weight. She was glad that these were the smaller reapers with the smaller scythes and not the larger ones. She thrust the back end of the scythe behind her, piercing a Plagas stomach. She took out her pistol, aimed it at the Plagas head and fired. Claire readied the scythe as the Plagas and Reapers attacked.

Oh! I have an Incendiary Grenade! As the pounced toward her she used the scythe to vault upward and tossed the grenade into the dog pile of creatures and it engulfed them in large flames, each shrieking—or groaning—in unison. Claire landed in a patch of ground not covered in flame, quick stepping from the flames.

The flames had lit the room a bit—and contributed some more rotten flesh scent. It seemed she was in a dungeon of sorts. She reloaded her gun and proceeded to the only door leading out. The door led to stairs which led to a hallway, and she realized she was in a castle.

What am I doing here? She continued along the red carpet strewn on the floor. Where's Leon? The laughter of a female echoed through the castle halls, startling Claire. She readied her gun as she slowly shuffled down the hall.

"Whatcha gonna do with that pea-shooter, eh?" the female voice asked. Claire looked around and continued. "I'm in the throne room," she contributed.

Claire headed to the throne room to find a woman sitting there. She had long, flowing black hair, pale white skin, and breasts the size of watermelons, trying to escape from a black leather suit. The woman bit the tip of her fingers.

"I was hoping they'd kill you," she said. "So I'd have your wonderful youth all to m'self." She got to her feet. "It's too bad though, now I must do my own dirty work."

She floated toward Claire with phenomenal speed. She grabbed Claire around the neck with both hands, laughing maniacally, floating toward the ceiling. Claire's breathing became labored as a bright light emanates from her mouth.

"Hands off the girl," Dante said. He jumped from the wall and fired two shots to her forehead. The woman dropped Claire, but Dante lands and catches her. He sets her down.

"You dare stop me," the woman shouted. "For your girlfriend!"

This must be the demon Mary and Trish were telling me about. "OK, I'll finish you off here and now, and head back home, demon."

"You cannot harm me, Son of Sparda," she said.

"Someone needs to do their homework on the Son of Sparda." Dante concentrates and is soon surrounded by a mysterious aura. He draws his sword—Rebellion--and jumps toward the demon, slashing at her neck. The attack creates a bloody gash, but it is quickly healed.

"Told you," she said.

Dante switched to using the Beowulf equipment. He jumped toward the demon and pounds her in the jaw. He pulls his leg over his head and kicks her to the ground. He landed next to her body. She floated up onto her feet. He jabbed her in the stomach and then the face, causing her to slide backward along th ground. Dante floated toward her with intense speed, then disappeared. Dante appeared behind her, punched her in the spine, causing her to bend over backward. Dante pounded her in the face, sending her head into the floor.

"I hope you had fun, because that's all the fun I'm letting you have." She grabbed his arm and launched him across the room, into a wall—his aura disappearing. As he got to his feet she pinned his throat to the wall. "I will have fun with your life force, Son of Sparda."

The Beowulf equipment disappeared and Dante reached for Ebony. He aimed it into her stomach and fired, causing her to let go. Dante jumped to the wall and used it to fly over her head and he rolled across the floor. She wheeled around and a reddish beam formed at her mouth.

Dante ran toward Claire and stood in front of her. He held his arms out and a purple guitar—Nevar—appeared in them. I hope I can remember how to do this. He played the guitar, calling forth bats. The demon fired a large beam at Dante, but the bats deflect the attack. Dante began to play a different tune and the bats surrounded him and Claire. When the bats dispersed Dante and Claire were gone.

"The Son of Sparda, retreating?" the demon said. "This is the best thing that could happen."

Dante and Claire appeared on the roof of an apartment building. Dante turned and looked at Claire who was still unconscious. This is why I only team up with someone who knows the ins and outs of demon hunting. Claire stirred. "Ah you're awake."

"Who was that?" Claire asked.

"Kinatara," Dante answered. "She's a demon that was once in league with Mundus, but that doesn't concern you." Claire got to her feet. "Where's your colleague?"

"I don't know, I was knocked unconscious and when I came to, I was in the castle."

"I see."

"So there are really demons here?" Claire asked.

"That and other monstrosities."

"You mean the zombies and Plagas."

"Theres more, and an even greater force contending them. This other force seems to be unstable, but if it causes me no trouble I will not contend with it."

"The Son of Sparda is here," Kinatara reported to Wesker and Ada.

"See, Ada? With the Plaga samples in this demon, she was able to withstand the attacks of the Son of Sparda, now think of how we can rule the world if we just make an entire breed."

"I guess so."

"I've got more orders for you," a mysterious voice rang from the darkness. Ada noted an clicking sound. It had to be their "boss."