By Fang Wolfsbane

When they returned to Devil May Cry, Dante had just set the phone down, swung his legs off the desk and grabbed his sword. "Alright kids, time to saddle up."

Ares was the first to react. He blinked. "What?"

Dante tossed him a grin. "You just got your first job."

"Well? What do you think?"

"This isn't what I had in mind," Aspasia admitted as she stared down – or rather up – at the demon that towered over them by at least a couple of inches. Maybe more. Yeah, definitely more. Even Ares had backed up a couple of steps and he was taller than her on a good day.

Living in the underworld, both Aspasia and Ares had seen their fair share of Fury demons. The red, scaled bipedal abominations always made her feel uneasy in the pit of her stomach. Whether it was their strange faces or the way they carried themselves, she couldn't tell.

All she knew was that she didn't like them, one bit.

"A real tough guy this one," Dante said, not bothering to keep the mocking tone out of his voice. The way he leaned forward, bent at the waist, reminded her of some predator that just lazed around, toying with whatever was in its line of sight to hunt.

She would have asked for a demonstration, except the demon hunter with experience casually took a step back and waved his hand towards the demon with what she could only interpret as a playful smile.

"After you."

Normally she would have taken an invitation to fight against such a lower level demon as an insult, but then again they were there to prove to the DMC crew that they could handle killing their own kind. The fact that it was a low-level like this one was simply nothing more than child's play in a sense.

Frankly if she were him, she would have given him a harder demon to test his skills against. But then again, this was the human realm, which meant encountering their kind wasn't as frequent as she would have assumed before stepping through the portal.

Looking at the demon, she knew it would take but a few well-placed punches and kicks to drive the demon into nothing but why make more work for herself? After all, she was the brains of the operation.

Things like this was better left to the brawn.

Hence, Ares.

Turning to face her brother, Aspasia gave a curt nod and with a nod of his own, Ares stepped up to the demon.

The red-bodied creature swayed from side to side, almost as if warming up for something. She would have felt sorry for it, if it weren't for the fact that facing this particular kind of demon was an insult to both her and her brother.

Standing in front of the demon, Ares eyed it up and down, an action he gave to every opponent he came across, strong and weak. For the former he would have drawn his sword the moment they arrived at the scene. For this one…

He stood by their side one second, the next he was behind the Fury, standing proud as the demon fell to his knees right behind him, a hole where its throat used to be.

Dante let out what she could only assume to be an impressed whistle given the grin he gave her brother.

" Not bad kid. Not bad at all."

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