Some would say Dante was only riding his Cavalier motorcycle down the demon-infested burning streets of Paris, his every swing of his Devil Sword Dante finding a new monster to slash apart without even needing to look, because he had nothing better to do that friday night.

But as Dante aimed his motorcycle at a colossal demonic mammoth and leapt off his ride, switching to Gilgamesh and ripping right through the beast with a Murder Wheel before landing back on his accelerating ride and blasting two approaching Hellbats apart with a stream of bullets from Ebony and Ivory, he grinned.

Why?

Because Dante knew there was no better way to spend a friday night.

It was times like these that he was glad he and Vergil came back from hell and resumed their jobs at Devil May Cry once they were done spending two years killing the hell out of that stupid tree.

But he wasn't just here to sightsee.

Which was good, because there wasn't much left to see.

Time was breaking apart, slowing and stopping in some parts of the world while accelerating other countries into rust and dust. The world was besieged by ravenous demons and cruel angels, and you knew the world had truly gone down the chute because France had ironically and officially ended up one of the least-terrible places left on the world by default.

Paris was a burning wreck devoid of living humans and its Eiffel Tower had been engulfed and broken into pieces by a pulsating tumor of molten metallic flesh that looked like something an anime would censor with pixellation.

But Dante wasn't here to get an eyeful of that tower.

Dante was here on a mission.

A mission given to him by Nero, who had really came into his own as a Demon Hunter during his absence.

There was a demonic invasion in Paris that needed sorting out, this much was obvious.

But Dante was told to be on the lookout for a certain someone while he was here.

An impostor.

There was a fake Dante running around, killing demons and using his good name!

The real Dante had to see just who it was.

And, if necessary, have a little talk with his impostor.

As he continued to tear up Paris's destroyed streets, wreckage of homes and burning tents littering the earth along with charred corpses, he heard a mighty crack of thunder just ten blocks away from him.

And when he looked right to see where it had originated from, he saw another one in the same place, followed up by an even bigger one that lit up the soot-choked flame-illuminated sky for a brief moment.

"Sounds like a party!" Dante smiled, riding his motorcycle up the side of a building and woohooing as he soared up and over the skyline, before going Devil Trigger and flapping his demonic wings, sending him flying to the source of the thunder. Voice distorted by his demonic form, he spoke. "Mind if I crash it?"

He flew down to the violent demonic "Party" like a rocket, seeing a hellish sight in a dead end alleyway, a horde of Hell Cainas crowding around a human girl. He flew over her just in time to see her look up at him and smile.

"Another one!" She grinned, drawing her blade from her back.

A blade he recognized.

It was a glimmering golden broadsword with a twisted black metal hilt, a skull for its pommel, and dragon wings for handguards. A black dragon's head with golden eyes emerged from the pommel to bite at the blade, as though the golden sword was his tongue.

"Alastor?" Dante recognized.

The blonde-haired woman in a red coat held the golden blade like she knew what she was doing, and his demonic senses didn't detect a single speck of fear in her heart.

He dismissed his weapons and hovered in the air with his arms folded.

If she was some scared and helpless damsel for him to save, he would have flown in and saved her by now.

But he detected something in her heart that gave him pause...

Joy.

She loved to fight.

And as someone who also loved to fight, he wasn't about to swoop in and steal her thunder.

Oh, that one was good. He had to use that the next time he talked to her.

His attention piqued, he analysed the rest of her as she started to fight. She was fast, that was clearer than anything else he could see on her blurry and at times completely invisible form. She was agile, and as he watched her swing her weighty blade like a dainty and lithe little rapier with artistic precision and absolutely no wasted movement, he found himself slightly reminded of the way Vergil used his Yamato.

She never blocked or parried a single attack, not when she could dodge it or vanish in a flash of electricity to reappear somewhere else on the battlefield, a trail of electricity zapping foes in her wake.

At times, her speed allowed her to seemingly conjure electrical slashes onto faraway foes from thin air, using raw speed to replicate the infamous and feared Judgement Cut technique.

But the blonde woman sliced apart more Hell Cainas and her weapon combos grew longer, and as she effortlessly danced around the swings of other Hell Cainas, he found himself amending that assessment of her combat abilities. Rather than unerringly dedicating herself to the mastery of traditional sword forms, she improvised and danced around the battlefield, slicing enemies to ribbons in a beautiful display of blade prowess and natural combat genius.

Dancelike proved to be an apt description of her fighting style as he watched her cartwheel out of the way of a Hell Caina's weighty swing, leaving a dangerously sparking electrical copy of herself behind to dance in place without a care in the world until it took the hit and detonated in a murderous flash of lethal thunder that arced between three other Hell Cainas, killing them all. In a handstand, she began to breakdance her way towards her foes and kick them to death, lashing out with slim legs and feet he just realized were protected by white wing-themed greaves with golden highlights.

She clapped both feet together on the head of a Hell Caina, crushing and electrocuting it before throwing its body into another Hell Caina, knocking it into a third and fourth Hell Caina. Hopping upright and snapping her fingers, she popped a very faint Devil Trigger, her speed accelerating until the sparking flashes of her attacks became the only evidence that she was still around. Invisible, she used swift and powerful roundhouse kicks to send out a series of mighty energy slashes at the Hell Cainas, crying out with a "One, two, finish!".

Seven Hell Cainas crowded around her and prepared to strike, but she stomped the ground to unleash a sky-blue sonic wave that launched all foes around her high into the air, and once her foes were up there, they weren't coming down. She lacked a gun, and she didn't need one to display what her aerial supremacy and teleportation and numerous midair jumps allowed her to do once she was airborne.

Only one Hell Caina was left alive, and she teleported into its face with a vicious grin before doing nothing. They both landed, and the demon turned tail and fled from her, only to run head-first into a conjured electrical clone of the woman, knocking the foul monster onto its rear. The electrical clone grinned, baring sharp sharklike white teeth, and vertically sliced the Hell Caina in half before vanishing into sparks.

With the Hell Cainas, her Devil Trigger, and her electrical doppelgangers gone, she smiled and put her sword onto her red coat's back as if sheathing it, and the blade remained there without any apparent means of affixing said weapon to her red coat.

A Hell Vanguard rose up behind her, raising its purple-tipped scythe high, but it didn't get a chance to attack as three electrical doppelgangers leapt out from her body to drive their blades deep into their foe. Pain and fear engulfed the Hell Vanguard's face, and the three electrical girls exploded into lethal lightning, shocking the ghostly fiend into a hellish and tortuous death.

And with that, the only demon left in this street was Dante.

And, perhaps, this girl.

Now that she'd stopped zipping around the place, he could finally get a good look at her.

And what a good look it was!

She was youthful, but old enough, in her early twenties. With perfect and pale skin, a long blonde ponytail and some wavy bangs, an even six feet of height, an unusual pair of mismatched golden and red eyes, a gold shirt and black yoga pants under her red coat, white wing-themed greaves with golden highlights, and a slim figure that made her logic-defying pair of e-cup hug-enhancers look even more out of place than they normally would, she was an eye-catching beauty even by the standards of a man who saw attractive women everywhere he went. He doubted that her chest could be real, he wondered if it was possible she was using demonic power to enhance her assets, and he wondered if it was an ability Trish would ever display. Prying his attention and eyes away from that subject with a great deal of effort, he admired her bright red leather coat and the golden blade diagonally mounted on its back.

"Not bad, for a human," Dante commented.

"Who said I was a human?" She asked, folding her arms beneath her big, beautiful, distracting...

No, he had to focus! He felt something messing with his head, a weird scent in the air...

"Where did you get that sword?" He asked her, voice distorted by his demonic form.

She smiled and shrugged. "It's a long story. Anyway, Demon, I've got to say... I've never seen one of you go this long without attacking me. The biggest ones can talk to me for a while, and throw out some boring stereotypical 'I will destroy you!' talk. But you've held yourself back for way longer than any of the others! It's usually not long before my scent drives you all rabid."

"Your scent?" Dante wondered, moving closer and sniffing the air around her without a care in the world.

"No, wait!" She insisted, stumbling back in fear.

The smell hit him, and to his surprise, he found his own demonic power unleash without his permission, his own Devil Sword Dante flying up and piercing him to send him into Sin Devil Trigger on the spot.

She fell back onto her rear and backed away in fear.

Urges flooded his mind, but not the ones he was expecting.

He felt the urge to protect her.

But she didn't need to know that.

"Who are you?" Sin Devil Trigger Dante demanded.

She stared at him in fear.

"WHO ARE YOU?!" Sin Devil Trigger Dante demanded once more.

"My name is Dante!" The girl who was very clearly not Dante announced, getting back up and drawing her Alastor and preparing to fight, though he could see the fear clear when he looked in her eyes.

"Really?" Dante asked curiously.

Dante focused, and with a good deal of effort, he deactivated SDT and DT. Right then and there, in front of her, he was simply Dante.

She dropped her blade in shock.

"You know," Dante said, looking down at his bared and manly chest of muscles before looking over at her colossal hug-enhancers. "We both have great taste in coats, but aside from that, I'm not seeing the resemblance."

"Dante!" She cried out, running over to him and hugging him tight, pulling his head down and giving him a face full of womanly beauty. "I've finally found you!"

His confused voice was very muffled. "Finally? Just who are you?"

"Haven't you figured it out yet? Look closer at my face." She guided his head to look at her face.

He peered closer at her perfect and beautiful face, something so delicate and feminine and immaculately indescribably perfect that it made you realize there was nothing to say about it beyond how right everything looked.

Her power felt familiar to him, and he began to wonder if this was another of Vergil's children.

She grinned, showing him unusually sharp triangular sharklike teeth. Thankfully, she had just one row of them each, rather than the multiple rows of teeth sharks had. He didn't think he knew anyone with teeth like that.

He looked closer at her eyes, one golden like the sun and one red like blood, and both had slit pupils that reminded him of a mighty demon and a housecat.

He knew Lady also had a mismatched pair of eyes, but her eyes didn't match this girl's. And they couldn't be related, since Lady hadn't been ready for a real relationship when he left to kill that tree and hadn't found anyone by the time he got back and finally started a real relationship with her.

But looking at that blonde hair reminded of someone. His own mother, and a certain blonde-haired electromaniac bombshell who had strutted into his life and thrown a motorcycle at him so long ago...

"Trish?!" He asked in shock, pulling away.

"No, you dolt!" She snapped, raising a hand to the sky and snapping her fingers, pulling her Devil Trigger again. Nothing about her changed outwardly, yet her body was engulfed in crackling lightning, and her blonde hair broke free of its braided ponytail to spike upwards like a rising white-hot flame.. "Does this give you a hint?"

Dante looked sickened. He only knew one person whose non-white hair could turn white during Devil Trigger. "V?! What the hell, man?"

"Who?" She tilted her head, her Devil Trigger running out in three seconds like the Devil Trigger of a complete amateur. "No, it's someone else!"

He calmed down after seeing this evidence that it couldn't be V or Trish. And without a proper demonic transformation, it couldn't be Nero, not that he'd finally gotten a proper Devil Trigger to go with that Stand of his.

She lost her patience and spelled it out for him. "It's me, Sky! Your daughter!"

Dante blinked, stunned. "My... my what?"

She twirled on the spot and posed like Sailor Moon. "I'm Sky, Sky Sparda! Forget being a Son of Sparda, I'm a Daughter of Dante!"

"I have a daughter?" He asked faintly.

He... He could feel it, too.

This power of hers might have been weak and unrefined, but it was so familiar, yet alien at the same time.

His might, mixed with something else...

Yet unmistakably his.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to make you pay child support," She grinned, showing off those sharklike teeth once more.

Dante grabbed her and threw her into the air.

"Holy sh-" She almost swore, but stopped herself in time. "What's gotten into you?!"

He hugged her when she descended and held her close, laughing and twirling with her in his arms. "I have a daughter!"

Tears welled up in her eyes at his genuine display of emotion. "I expected you to say something super cool, or tell me you didn't want a daughter and you want to work alone, not... this!"

"Of course I want a daughter!" Dante hugged her close, stroking the back of her head. "I've always wanted a family of my own."

She fell to pieces and cried all over his shoulder, to his shock. His heart sensed the depths of her loneliness and sorrow in hers. "Shh... Come on, it's okay... Devils never cry."

"I'm no devil," She replied between sobs. "And neither are you. We're human where it counts."

He stroked her back and allowed her to let it all out.

When she calmed down and wiped her eyes on her white undershirt, showing off a perfectly smooth stomach, he felt proud over having such a beautiful daughter. He couldn't wait to start beating the boys away with a literal stick, scaring her boyfriends into behaving, and threatening to kill anyone who broke her heart!

"That reminds me... Who is your mother?" He asked her.

"It wasn't a human girl, if that's what you're wondering. It was a monster you met during one of your adventures."

He looked back through his memories, wondering what she could have been talking about...

And then he remembered that one job in California

He'd been hired by the angry ex-girlfriend of the latest old rich man in a long line of old rich men to get brainwashed by the magical voice of a certain internationally popular pop star and lounge singer.

His job was to investigate this woman and find out how she was able to prey upon and esnare the hearts of so many men, stealing their riches from the jaws of thieving mortal women who also wanted their riches.

And his job was to find out why the rich men eventually became shrivelled and evil husks who went on mass shooting sprees, with every drop of their humanity and virtue sucked away.

When the woman turned her charms on him, he'd resisted at first... But during one meeting with him, he blacked out. And when he woke up, he found his body on autopilot fighting the beautiful white-feathered monster this woman had turned out to be.

The lounge singer turned out to be a magical creature he, at the time, assumed was simply an unusually attractive demon with screaming powers.

It wasn't until much later in his life that he ran into and fought more creatures like those, met a beautiful woman in black who fought them almost daily, and learned that the world contained not only demons, but also angels.

Angels who didn't always do what their masters wanted.

Angels who didn't always use their powers for good.

Dante had thought nothing of it at the time, but he'd asked the woman in black about the Angel he fought long ago.

She told him it sounded like a Resonance, a high-ranking Seraphim of the First Sphere. A magically powerful but fragile flying enemy who could shapeshift into an attractive female human form.

Though if it was ensnaring mortal men for fun and profit instead of giving important people once-in-a-lifetime meetings where it attempted to talk them into being good from now on and giving up their sinful ways, then the creature Dante had fought was almost certainly a Fallen Angel.

An Angel who retained their powers but lost their lifeblood and connection to heaven, requiring another source to stay alive.

Some feasted on human blood like a demon. Some feasted on human virtue, sucking them dry and turning them evil.

Fallen Angels who chose the latter path were the most rotten of the lot, and they were tortured in the worst parts of hell for their sins.

"That Resonance, a Seraphim of the First Sphere..." Dante thought. "And here I thought she just tried to drink my blood that night!"

"She... um..." Sky's face lit up in an intense blush, as if she was trying to make a dirty joke and couldn't bring herself to say it. "She drank your, um... She tried to kill you, when she was done, but before that, she sucked your... um..."

"Don't say it." He smiled, patting her on the head. "I don't care how you were born, I'm not going to blame you for what that monster did. Say, where did you get those Devil Arms?"

She looked at her ordinary human arms. "My what?"

"Your weapons. Your boots and sword."

"Oh, those! I found Alastor in a pawn shop one day, and bought it after using it to save the store from a small army of demons. As for my boots... My Resonance mom raised me, at first. She tried to mess with my head and talk me into being an evil little gold-digger, and she tried to get me a marriage contract with a bunch of different rich kids so she could kill their parents and the kids to get me everything they owned. I was duped into going along with it for so long, but soon I woke up to justice." She raised her right leg to show off those angelic wing-themed white boots of hers. "When I said I was done with that life, she attacked me. And I got sick of her hitting me all the time so I fought back, I beat her up..."

"And you turned her into those boots?" He guessed.

"Mostly. Halfway through my fight with her, this really big black guy showed up to watch. And after I won, he stepped in and ripped her soul out of my new boots. Then he offered to take that fallen angel's soul off my hands and trade it for an upgrade for my boots made of her suffering, somehow. So now I wear her body as boots and wield her power plus my own, and gain angelic strength from the real connection to heaven I awakened that day... But her soul? Her soul belongs to that guy, suffering forever."

"Cool," Dante grinned. "I gotta say... Looking at Alastor again, I feel like I'm back on Melee Island!"

She drew her blade from her back and wind started to whip around her boots, "In that case, Pops, let's have a brawl!"

A boss battle began, awesome music started to play, and he went SDT and kicked her butt in under six seconds before finding the nearest phone booth to call home.

The rest of Devil May Cry needed to hear about this, and soon.