The sound of clashing weapons woke Nero. On instinct, he grabbed Red Queen and bolted toward the sound, the quickest way happening to be jumping out the window. He landed, his sword ignited, ready to fight whatever demon presented itself. Instead, he saw Dante fighting another young woman, similar in appearance to herself, but with longer hair tied back in a ponytail, no doubt the 'sister' she referred to earlier. The two moved around with a grace he wasn't accustomed to seeing in battle; they dodged and weaved around each other like they knew what the other was going to do before she did it. And each clash they met with was returned by a quick parry, spin, or other evasive maneuver.

He hadn't seen what the fight had been like at the top of the Qliphoth, but he was certain it didn't look like this, lack of Triggers notwithstanding. Having fought both Dante and Vergil, it was so clear to him how these girls in front of him fought so similarly. To an uncanny degree, in fact.

Dante was currently on the offensive. Heavy slashes assaulted her opponent, each chaining into each other in a seamless combo that never let up: a downward slash leading into a spin that became a thrust into an upward slash. The force of the strikes were great enough to push the other girl back each time she blocked, each hit bearing enough force to send sparks flying.

But her opponent wasn't going to take that without a fight. Under the constant assault, the girl managed to find the same rhythm, and right as a strike was coming down, she countered with an upward slash of her own, briefly catching Dante off guard and turning the tides. She quickly capitalized, a blinding rain of attacks crashing down on Dante.

Nero wasn't quite sure what to make of it. It was hard not to compare the girl to the Dante he was familiar with. Her style had a great measure of finesse to it considering how she nimbly handled the Rebellion; she certainly wasn't lacking in dexterity. But his uncle's way of fighting was way more… reckless was the best word he could come up with, like he didn't care one way or the other if he lived to see tomorrow, just moving with what he thought was the best thing in the moment. This Dante appeared to also make decisions in the moment but was way more controlled, her moves all accompanied with flair akin to a skilled gymnast with how she weaved her strikes together.

Didn't have much to say about the other one in way of comparison, except that it was clear she wasn't exactly trying to kill Dante. Even though the blade was unsheathed, he could tell she was pulling her punches. Still, her attacks were controlled and deliberate, each strike placed to deal as much damage to her opponent as possible.

Dante appeared to have finally noticed him, giving her opponent the split second she needed to end it. And with a swift upper slash, Dante was disarmed.

"Shit," she grumbled.

"You were distracted, sister." She twirled her blade and sheathed it with a satisfying sound. She stood straight up and regarded Nero with an aside glance. Nero's eyes narrowed, his right first clenched tightly. He knew for a fact that the blade in her hand was none other than the Yamato. He was much more familiar with this sword than the Rebellion. His old arm had it absorbed for years after all; it'd be weirder if he wasn't familiar with it. And more recently, the blade was used to cut off that same arm. After all that and being stabbed with it several times courtesy of his old man, he knew practically everything about the blade. And all of his senses were screaming that this was the exact same… though the tsuba seemed to have a slightly different design. "And I suppose this is the reason." She spat the word with such disdain, like he was somehow bothering her just by being within her sightline. Even as she stood a good distance away, everything about her posture and cadence said 'you are beneath me.' And it was pissing him off.

"Sorry, Nero." Dante said as she retrieved her weapon. "Did we wake you?"

"Yeah. Didn't know what I was hearing, I jumped down here on instinct."

"I'll try not to make too much noise-" her sister scoffed. Dante narrowed her eyes at the other girl, who rolled her eyes in response. "This is my sister Vergil, by the way."

"Of course it is," Nero said. The girl regarded him with the same stare. He merely sighed. "Just don't kill each other, alright?"

"Uh, okay?" Dante said, confusion apparent on her face.

"As if we would be so careless," Vergil responded. Nero just shook his head and vaulted back up the window. He heard them exchange a few words before going back to what they were doing.

"They're really going at it," he commented as he watched them for a bit longer. The sun was already peaking over the horizon, so he might as well start his day. Not like he wanted to sleep that much anyway. A quick wash up later, and he made his way downstairs. In the kitchen, Eva was sitting down, perusing some papers.

"Good morning, Mr. Nero," she said as he entered. "I was just about to start breakfast. Please, have a seat."

"Hey, can we drop the 'Mr.' thing?" He won't say it aloud, but being called that by someone who looks like Trish made his skin crawl.

"As you wish." Eva got up and began gathering ingredients from her pantry. "The associate I mentioned yesterday, she will be here around noon."

"I see. Thanks."

"As I said, I wish to help you as much as I can." A brief silence passed by. Nero hoped that whoever Eva had in mind actually could do something to help him. "I hope my daughters didn't disturb your sleep."

"Nah, it's fine."

"They can be rather obstreperous."

"Uh, sure." Eva placed a cup of coffee in front of him, which he accepted with a nod.

"They're usually much more intense than they are today. Perhaps it is because we have a guest?"

"So that's an everyday thing?"

"They've had their 'duels', as they call it, every morning without fail for the past eight years. I've long since given up trying to dissuade them." Nero wasn't really surprised. "They say it helps keep their skills sharp. I think they tend to go too far." He didn't really get a great grasp on how they fought each other, but if Eva's Vergil fought like his old man, he bet it could get a little brutal. Getting stabbed right through the stomach with a katana hurts like hell. "May I ask you something?" Eva asked.

"Go ahead."

"Does your family know about your activities as a demon hunter?" Nero could hardly hold back a sardonic laugh.

"'Do they know'? Yeah, they do. Turns out my uncle's been in the business longer than I've been alive. Only found that out a couple months ago. But my fiancée… her brother was killed by a demon when I was younger. I knew him all my life and... I didn't have the power to protect him, but now…" he glanced at his right arm. He could feel his new power surging, just waiting to be awakened. The power of his Devil Trigger. "I won't let anything happen to Kyrie."

"Such a beautiful name," Eva said. "I will do everything in my power to ensure that you return to Kyrie posthaste." Nero's eyes briefly wandered to the door as the two combatants had entered. He didn't make out what they were saying, but they were jovially chatting up a storm.

"Those two seem to get along," he commented.

Eva chuckled. "I should hope so," she said.

"Real talkative, too."

"One just has to get to know them." Eva proceeded to busy herself with the rest of her task. As she went on, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of all manner of traditional breakfast foods. Nero, however, was focused on his plan of action.

"So I talk to this associate, and then what? Hopefully they have a plan, but if not… Hmm." Demons all come from a particular clan or line that gives them their powers and form. Vassago had to have come from somewhere. If he can't find out anything here, then he'll just have to find another demon like him. People try summoning demons all the time; for an actual part infernal, shouldn't be too hard for him, right? Shaking him out of his thoughts, Eva placed down two plates on opposite sides of the table. On his right: the plate held a small serving of eggs and bacon, and in the center a tall stack of pancakes covered in syrup and topped with several kinds of fruit served with a glass of milk. On his left: eggs, sausage, two pieces of wheat toast, a bowl of oatmeal with nuts, and a glass of orange juice. She then gave him a plate of assorted meats, fruits, and grains, telling him to 'help himself'. As if on cue, the two twins entered the kitchen. Having gotten themselves ready for the day, they had changed out of the t-shirts and shorts he saw when they were dueling earlier. Dante was wearing a red bolero jacket, the same shade as her cardigan, a black shirt under it, faded jeans, and ankle boots. Vergil wore a blue argyle sweater vest over a dress shirt, a dark blue pleated skirt, black tights and dress shoes; her hair was neatly kept in place by a blue hair band.

Dante gave him a small wave as she entered, while Vergil completely ignored him. They both sat down and began to eat.

"Thank you, Mother," they said in unison.

"Uh, yeah, thanks…" Nero said, honestly creeped out by their synchronization. The food was pretty good. Of course, he preferred Kyrie's, but this was a fine substitute.

"Have you figured out what you're gonna do, Nero?" Dante asked as she added more syrup to her pancakes."

"I've called for Ms. Matier," Eva said. "Morrison will be bringing her here in a few hours."

"Morrison…" Nero muttered. A familiar name following an unfamiliar one. Assuming that this Morrison was analogous to the one he was familiar with, this seemed like a good sign.

Dante replied with an, "Oh, cool." The rest of the meal was quiet. Though Nero did think back if he ever saw his uncle eat anything other than pizza. When finished, Vergil and Dante excused themselves and went to school, but not before the latter offered him a "Good luck." Eva then said she had her own work to do and said he could wait in the sitting room. Which he opted to do. He wasn't going to take advantage of her hospitality, especially since she and this 'Matier' were his only leads. He spent the next few hours ensuring Red Queen and Blue Rose didn't suffer any issues during the trip here. They seemed to work fine, but regular maintenance never hurt.

Eva answered the door when it rang. Two people entered, the first, an old woman in a green robe with a cane. The second, a man in a suit and hat that was all too familiar to him.

"Good day to you, Ms. Eva," the man said with a tip of his hat.

"Hello Mr. Morrison, Ms. Matier."

"It's been so long," Matier said. "How are the girls?"

"Exuberant, as always."

Nero would admit some slight relief at Morrison's sight. Considering what he's been through and who he's met, he's glad for some sense of normalcy.

"Catching up is all well and good but, ah, we are here on business," Morrison said with a chuckle.

"So who exactly is it I'm supposed to meet?" Matier said. "Pardon me for saying so, but the sudden request was rather odd."

"That would be me," Nero said as he made himself apparent. Morrison nodded his head, Matier hummed.

"Nice to meet you, son," Morrison said as he held out a hand. "Folks call me Morrison." Nero shook his hand. Whatever small hope he had upon seeing him was dashed: it was clear he had no sense of recognition for him. "And the lady here is Matier of the Via de Marli." Nero nodded his head.

"This is the one you mentioned? Well now… this is... interesting," Matier said, as she thoughtfully regarded Nero. "Yes... I am here to assist you, young man." She turned to the others. "I'll need to speak with him privately," she said. "I might have to break out some divination spells, so we shouldn't be disturbed. Eva nodded and lead them to a room in the back of the house that had no windows and a bunch of really old books.

Matier took a seat in the only chair once Eva left them alone.

"So… what's the deal?" Nero asked.

Matier took a deep breath. "You have devil's blood in you." Nero frowned. "Now now, no need to get all tense. That's just a sense I've developed over time. It's no wonder Eva wanted to help you; you remind her of her daughters. Though I doubt she's as keenly aware of your nature as I." Nero rolled his eyes. "The way you carry yourself makes me think you've not been acquainted with Eva long?"

"Nope. Only met her yesterday."

"Curious… So tell me, son. What events brought you here?"

"Fought a demon, it tried to escape. I followed him and now I'm here."

"And did you manage to defeat it?"

"Yup."

Matier nodded, seemingly in approval. "Okay. That by itself doesn't seem to warrant my being here. Usually you'd just hitch a ride back to wherever you came from if you're in the same realm, so there must be more."

"Yeah… turns out I'm also five years in the past." This made Matier smirk.

"Oh, now that is interesting. A very unique ability... And those that do usually have no reason to travel back in time." She brought her hand to her chin in thought. "Have you any idea why it decided to come here?"

"It said it needed 'the blood of Sparda' to become powerful."

Matier scoffed. "Of course. Attempting to kill the kids when they were younger and less able to defend themselves. But five years is such a short span of time. I guess you must have thrown it off," Matier chuckled. "Well, that's no problem. I have a way to send you five years in the future. It'll take a few weeks, but you'll be there in no time," Matier laughed. Nero however, grimaced.

"See, that's the thing."

"Hmm?"

"I… don't think I'm really five years in the past. I mean, I could be for all I know, but… aargh, I don't know how it happened, but the world is…" he shakes his head. "...things just aren't adding up."

"What do you mean?"

Nero huffed. "Like, you know Dante, right?"

"Eva's younger daughter, yes. A real firebrand, that one."

"Yeah, well, I also know Dante."

"Oh?" Matier said with an amused smirk. "And yet you are unfamiliar with Eva?"

"I swear I've never met Eva before. But I definitely know Dante. And get this: he's my uncle."

"...I'm sorry, what?"

"The Dante I know is a man in his forties who's been hunting demons longer than I've been alive. And before you ask, he's Sparda's kid, too." Matier's smirk faded and the mirth left her eyes. "And as it turns out, his brother Vergil is my dad. Go figure."

"Is… that so…"

Nero gave a sardonic smile. "Yup, one big happy family."

"...Of all things, that I did not expect."

"What, you don't believe me?"

"...An interesting tale at the very least. Tell me, do you know the name of the demon that brought you here?"

"I think it was Vassa- something."

"Do you mean 'Vassago'?"

"That's the one."

"Oh… yes, I see… that makes sense." Matier nodded to herself.

"You know him?"

"The demon Vassago is an ancient entity, one of the few demons to be known to humans. Not strong enough to be a king of Hell, but not a force to be taken lightly."

"Didn't seem that tough when I cut his head off."

Matier looked at Nero, regarding him much more deeply than before. "If what you say is true, then you would be kin to Sparda as well." She chuckled. "I guess he wouldn't be any problem for you, then." Matier stood. "Vassago is known to see the future and the past… I would not have believed his power extended to…" Matier grumbled and rubbed her chin. "If he could manage this, why would he need more power? For another purpose… or another being?"

"Care to fill me in?" Nero asked.

"That, I fear, is beyond me. It seems to me like your presence interfered with Vassago's power. Unfortunately I'm not an expert on… your predicament. I do have to wonder if he was working toward his own ends or if he was under the authority of another. But I'll investigate this on my own. Have no fear; causality manipulation is a rare ability, but not completely unheard of. Unfortunately my knowledge on that subject is limited in scope. You, young man, have to find someone more well versed on the matter." Nero huffed. "No need to fret, for there is someone who can help you. Dante knows them, the smith who crafted her firearms. She might be just who you are looking for. I don't know her personally, but she is a friend to this family."

"Alright," Nero said with a nod.

"Best of luck to you. You'll be informed immediately should I uncover anything of note." Matier said before she left the door. Nero slumped in the chair.

"This is taking so long, damn it! I need to get back," he said behind grit teeth. It was beginning to grate on him, this convoluted scenario. 'Causality manipulation'? The hell does that even mean? At this point, he's more likely to think this is all some big hallucination, or he's trapped in a dream or something. Still hasn't given up hope that it's a prank, either. He shook his head. He needed to think clearly. It's not been a total loss, there's still stuff he can do. "Standing around isn't gonna do me any favors," he said with a scoff. Leaving the room, he found Matier and Morrison talking with Eva.

"...So there's really little I can do at the moment," Matier said.

"I see," Eva responded. "Then I suppose I'll ask Dante about how to get in touch with her."

"That would be for the best. As for me, I'll look into our archives to see if there is any lore on this demon."

"Thank you for your help," Eva said.

Matier chuckled. "Anything to help Sparda's family."

"We'd best get going. You know I can't leave Enzo alone for too long. Give my regards to the girls," Morrison said with a tip of his hat. And with that, the two left.

"It is unfortunate that it turned out this way," Eva said to Nero. "Thankfully it is but a setback, and not the end of things."

"...Sure." She had a point. He had a bit more of a clue as to what was going on with him, but it didn't really help him. Well, he got another lead at least. But if that person couldn't help him, then he'd have to figure something out on his own. His thoughts were interrupted by a deep sigh from Eva.

"Things are never simple, are they? I hope at least Ms. Goldstein can aid you."

"Yeah." Nero did not have the patience for the whole 'long distance runaround' thing. He was really close to just up and finding his own way, his curiosity of this weird world be damned. He had a home of his own to get to- wait. "Goldstein?" That's Nico's name. That gave Nero some level of optimism.

Before anything further could be said, Nero felt the demonic presence. Rushing outside, he found a crowd of Hell Prides manifesting, led by a Hell Vanguard. They screeched and howled before charging toward him.

"And I was just thinking I needed to blow off some steam," Nero said, brandishing Red Queen with a loud rev.

"Today would be the day our pest problem rears its head," Eva said, stepping outside the house. "I apologize for this… inconvenience."

"Stay back, I'll handle this," Nero said, though Eva disregarded this stepped in front of him.

"As accomplished a hunter you may be, I will not allow a guest to defend my home for me." Eva muttered something very quickly under her breath. Energy coalesced into her hands as she continued, arcane glyphs appearing in front of her. Once completed, a burst of mystical energy shot forth from her, a blaze of fire incinerating several of the closest demons.

"Huh," Nero said, ignoring the putrid smell of burnt demon flesh. "Wasn't expecting that."

"I couldn't get this far in life without a few tricks up my sleeve," she said with a grin. "Aid me if you wish, but feel no obligation to do so."

Of course Nero wasn't gonna just sit back.

With his sword ignited, he opened with an EX-Streak, cleaving and igniting the front rank with little effort. The Vanguard reared an attack with its scythe, hoping to capitalize on an opening. Nero was quick, parrying the blade with a slash of his own, revving the Queen as he did. His EX-High Roller launched the staggered Vanguard, and Nero executed an aerial combo, sending it back down to the earth. Before he followed up, a spiked pillar of rock shot upward, impaling it and causing it to vanish in a cloud of purple dust.

Nero smirked. He downed the rest of the Prides with shots from Blue Rose while Eva incinerated them. And somehow, her yard looked just as fresh as it did ten minutes before.

"Nice work out there," Nero said as he returned to the house.

"A simple matter," Eva said, a hand massaging her temples. "Though I still find the endeavor somewhat draining." She sighed. "I trust you are alright?"

"Never better. Especially since you didn't hit me with those fireballs of yours."

"I am accustomed to providing such support to my daughters. They are quite capable themselves, if their activities this morning were any such indication." She looked to Nero with a sad expression. "I apologize for putting you in danger like this. I fear as long as you are involved with us, this will be a common occurrence"

"Don't sweat it," Nero said.

"But still, I think it is only right that you are aware. Due to some… complex circumstances, my family is beset by such entities."

Nero just looked at her. It wasn't like he didn't already know that.

"It's cool. Not the first time I met a family with some demon troubles."

"I should hope a problem such as ours wouldn't be so common!" Eva said with a light laugh. If Nero had to guess, he'd say those 'circumstances' were the whole 'demonic heritage' thing. He didn't know what Sparda's deal was aside from what the Order said, which he was always dubious of, but Eva and her kid seemed to hold him in high regard. Just because he was a demon, that didn't define who he was. Both he and his uncle were testaments to that. Sparda went against his kind to fight for humans. Dante, despite him acting how he does, has good intentions. Nero fought to protect those he cared about, and he wasn't about to change anytime soon. No way in hell he was gonna end up like his dad.

Speaking of, he didn't know what Vergil and Dante were up to in Hell, but Nero hoped the former could mellow out just a tad. Be nice if his old man didn't go about trying to destroy the world, or whatever he was trying to do. Nero still wasn't quite sure what his goal was apart from gaining 'power' to some end.

They better not be fucking killing each other, or they're gonna have a really bad time when he gets back.

He swore to himself. "Hasn't even been a day and I'm already homesick."

"Would you mind if we continue this conversation inside?" Eva said. "I'm not quite as spry as I used to be and would very much like to rest for a spell," she said with a small chuckle. And so Nero was led back inside, leaning against a wall as Eva prepared herself a strong cup of coffee. "I thank you for your assistance," she said. "While I believe myself quite capable of fending off that attack alone, I certainly appreciate the extra help."

"Least I can do since I'm here and all. Where'd you learn how to do that funky magic stuff?" Nero asked. "Never known anyone with a trick like that." Closest person he knew was Trish, but he was fairly certain that whatever lighting powers she had weren't actually magic.

"Truly?" Eva asked. "I must admit, I find that rather surprising." Nero shrugged. "It's not that interesting of a tale. While I was pregnant with my children I became acquainted with a benevolent witch."

"Really? A witch?"

She nodded. "Though the dark arts have quite the negative association, there are those who use them for the greater good. I met her through my husband actually," she said with a nostalgic smile. "A former associate of his who was adamant I had some means of protecting myself. She was quite the strict teacher; apparently I had a rather low aptitude for magic," she laughed. "Unfortunately she is no longer with us, but I remain grateful for the wisdom she shared with me."

"Huh." Admittedly, Nero knew nothing about magic and legitimately couldn't bring himself to care about it, but Eva's story was pretty interesting. He didn't know much about his paternal grandmother and he wondered how similar this Eva was to her.

"And as I've answered your question, I hope you'll answer one of mine."

"Sure."

"You are of demonic heritage, are you not?"

"Uh… Yeah?" A bit taken aback that the question was so direct, but there wasn't a reason he shouldn't answer her.

"So my suspicions were correct," she said with a satisfied grin. "Though Ms. Matier mentioned as much when she left, I had a feeling when you first walked in my door."

"Is this gonna be a problem?"

"Goodness, no! Quite the opposite, in fact. Far be it from me to make assumptions about someone based solely on a factor they cannot control. And you have already proven yourself twice over to be a rather upstanding young man."

"...Thanks?" Not the words he'd use to describe himself.

"I bring it up because my children are in a similar position as yourself in that particular regard… and it is something I fear they struggle with."

"Like being caught between two worlds," Nero said. A sentiment he felt growing up. A nagging feeling that he was different from his peers that he couldn't shake. Made only worse when that thing happened to his arm. If it weren't for Kyrie being there for him, who knows how he'd turn up.

"Unfortunately this is not something I can help them with. But knowing that a fine gentleman such as yourself turned out well… It is comforting, to say the least."

"Do they know?"

Eva nodded. "They have been aware of their heritage from an early age. My husband believed it was something to be proud of."

"Good for them, then. I didn't find out until a few months ago."

Eva covered her mouth in surprise. "So recently?"

"Let's just say I never knew my dad but had the… opportunity to meet him recently."

"I see. If time permits while you are here, I would appreciate it if you could speak to my daughters about your story. Hearing there are others like them, I feel, will be beneficial." She gave an amused smile. "Though you've yet to truly talk to her, I think Vergil would benefit greatly from a conversation with you. Dante already seems to like you well enough… though I don't believe she has fully grasped the extent of your nature. Perhaps she will be comforted in that knowledge, loathe as I am to have a strange man from the future in her company."

"Weird way of asking for a favor."

"Yes, I suppose that's true," she said with a mock sigh. "I fear my age might be getting to me more than I thought," she said with a wistful smile. "Our meeting may have been unintentional on your part, but hopefully some good can come out of it. I'm sure you'll return to Kyrie before long."

"I sure as hell hope so."

They heard the sound of the front door opening, two voices coming in earshot.

"...It might behoove us to take a postmodern approach."

"Well sure, but a more folksy thing would be fun to- oh hey, Nero!"

Entering the house was Vergil and Patty, who narrowed their eyes and excitedly waved respectively.

"Good afternoon Vergil, Patty." Eva said with a tilt of her head.

"Hiya, Miss Eva!"

Vergil's gaze remained on him. "...You're still here," she commented.

"Guess I am," Nero responded. Was his being here pissing her off that much? Damn, talking to her was aggravating.

"Oh, don't be like that, Vergie!" Patty said. "You know you're curious about him!"

"That curiosity extends only to his prowess in combat."

"I can assure you, daughter, that he is quite adept."

"...Is that so?" Her hard glare turned inquisitive as she regarded him once more. "It is one thing for Patty to comment on your skill, but for my mother to do so as well… Hmph. I suppose I will have to see this for myself."

"What, you want a demonstration?"

She let out a light huff. "Perhaps another time. At the moment, I am preoccupied with another matter."

Her opinion of him was based entirely on if he fought well? Sure, why the hell wouldn't that be the case? Yeah, that pissed him off too. Certainly wasn't making him look forward to ever seeing his old man again, who expressly stated he wanted to fight him.

"I knew you could play nice," Patty said with a playful smile. "She needs to compose a song for an assignment and asked me for help."

"Patty is a very talented pianist," Eva said.

"Talent which is wasted if not properly nurtured," Vergil said, at which Patty stuck out her tongue. "But for now, I must practice. If you have nothing else to do at the moment, feel free to observe. Unless you fail to appreciate the beauty in music."

He did have to wait for Dante to show him where that place was, so he might as well do something in the meantime. Not like listening to some music would set him off, right?

"Sure, why not?"

The girl smiled at him.


"Nero… is my son." It is strange, learning that one has a son they've never met. Despite all the fighting he and Dante have done in Hell, despite how much he tried to focus on other matters, Vergil's mind went back to his offspring.

"For the third time, yes," Dante replied, bisecting an approaching Riot.

"Hmm." A Baphomet in the distance was sliced to pieces. "He seems… to have some level of power."

"Yeah, the kid's tough."

The two trekked in silence.

"Once we finish this, our business will be concluded."

"That eager to get back to your baby boy, eh?" Dante chuckled. In an instant, the blades of the two clashed against each other. "You really wanna go another round?" Dante said with a challenging smirk. The two swung, the impact knocking both back as dust rose from the weight of their swings. But, with little deliberation, Vergil sheathed his sword, shooting Dante a glare as he turned and walked on. "No need to give me that look, I know you gotta 'settle' things with him too."

Vergil gave a dismissive grunt. It wasn't much longer until they finally reached their destination. In the distance, a large, glowing figure sat inert, aside from the radiating demonic energy they could feel even from this distance.

But it didn't matter, for both of their power far eclipsed the figure.

"Do not interfere," Vergil said, unsheathing the Yamato.

"Yeah, yeah. You won fair and square so you get to take the big guy on all by yourself. Go crazy."

A look of determination came across Vergil's features. His demonic energy coursed through the land as he entered his Sin Devil Trigger, the very realm itself shaking at the display of power. With a mighty flap of his unfurled wings, he shot forward towards the figure.

Dante kept an eye on him as he made his way. "Hope this gives you the closure you're looking for," he said, folding his arms. "First thing I'm doing when we get out of here is get a pizza."


How many Devil May Cry characters can I shoehorn into this? The answer may surprise you.

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