A/N: First of all I'd like to thank purpleshinigami for the review (and for following Perspective). It means really much to me. Then I want to thank The Grim Reeper and naruino4eva for following/ favouring the story. And of course thanks to everyone else who read the first chapter. I hope all of you nice people will enjoy this as much.

Status: not beta-ed again (still sorry, I hope you enjoy though); part 2 of 5
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of DmC.

2. A new plan

The other guy from the night before screamed in fear. Dante couldn't blame him so he ignored him.

"Lost your eye again, hm?", he addressed the old demon.

"The succubus stole it. I'm just too old to fight." Phineas sat up and wiped some slimy, green stuff from his robe. Although Dante had seen him before that missing part of his head still looked somewhat unsettling.

"I've met a succubus before and she looked very different to the demons around here."

"Demons change their appearance with age. Just like human beings. I had been better looking when I was young, too." Phineas tried to get up so Dante lend him a hand. "She also took my staff."

"What are you doing here anyway? Aren't you a little old for this?"

"They brought me here. I had been close to the prison when Limbo collapsed. You defeated Mundus, I guess."

Dante quickly replaced prison by 'Raptor News tower' since that was probably what the old demon meant. "Yeah, like I told you I would."

"And who took his place?"

"No one. It's just me killing some demons. No one rules mankind."

"Someone will try to soon enough. Would you be so kind to get me back my eye again? And my staff. I'm sure I can return the favor."

"Do your abilities work in the human world?"

"Are you missing a bridge or something? No, the things I showed you won't work here. But I'm an old demon. I have a few other options."

"Anyway, I'll help you. You're a good guy - for a demon."

"Can you make that noise stop, too? It's giving me a headache." Although Dante knew Phineas couldn't see a thing the old demon looked right at the man who was still making anxious sounds. His partner was unconscious since the succubus had kissed him, he had seen a guy cutting a woman in midair and that guy was now talking with a creature which missed about one quarter of its head.

"Be nice. He's just afraid." Dante laid a hand on Phineas shoulder to turn him away from the guy. "I'll get you your stuff. Just sit down and wait here. Don't give me a reason to kill you." When he lifted his hand some of that slime clung to it. That was just disgusting. He tried to get rid of it by waving his hand forcefully but that stuff was worse than glue. At least Phineas did sit down. "Good, I'll be back in a second."

This place was a labyrinth. The demon hunter walked through the floors and rooms for about 15 minutes until he started to use his demon power, namely Eryx, to break holes into the walls. He made his way much quicker then. After a short while he had found the stage and his personal nemesis. Nothing had changed since he had arrived here. She was still dancing and there were still other demons trying to climb up to her. They even had new human guests. Nothing gave a hint that it was bright day. Maybe the men didn't even notice the time. They were caught like he had been, not caring about anything anymore. That changed when bullets broke their glasses and some close bottles. Splinters of glass flew around their heads. That did the trick. Frightened they jumped up from their chairs and ran outside.

"Good job, girls", Dante praised Ebony and Ivory. He kept them in his hands ready to shoot anything that approached him. But no demon did. Like the evening before they seemed to know what he was thinking and just didn't do a thing. He holstered his guns. Then slowly the dancer turned around to face him. She was lean and pale, had long, curled black hair, full red lips and those blood red eyes. And she radiated sex. Dante couldn't deny her female attributes but it was more. Something was in the air. The temperature rose. Was it just in his mind? He felt dizzy and weakened. She approached him in that irritating slow, hips swaying way. He did a step backwards but hit the door with his back. Who had closed that fucking door? She reached out a hand with long, thin fingers. She wore blood red nail polish. And she smiled a perfect white teethed smile. Dante knew he couldn't let her touch him but he couldn't recall a way to avoid it. In the back of his head he remembered that once he had weapons but the memory was all so weak. He felt helpless and drawn towards her as if the walls were closing in. Then he saw something. The demon dominated his mind but behind her was another succubus holding a mechanic thing that reminded the demon hunter at something. It was almost golden and looked like crafted in the renaissance by da Vinci or some other guy with too much time and fantasy. Phineas' eye. It was something he could concentrate on. All of a sudden the room got back to its normal size, the temperature fell and the demon was still few feet away. Quickly Dante drew Rebellion and held it in front of himself like a shield.

"Come closer and I'll cut you a new hair style, love", he challenged. Something changed again. A moment ago the female demon had looked self conscious and dominating. Now she seemed smaller and much more frail. The look on her face was pleading, almost suffering. The other demons stepped up closer to her, reached out for her trying to draw her in. She screamed like in agony and hold out her hands to him. Dante knew she was playing with his mind but the urge to help was almost suffocating. Don't touch her, he repeated silently to himself, don't touch her. The claws of the demons left red marks on her pale skin. Was she bleeding? They surrounded her, he could barely see her anymore but he heard her screams. That was more than he could endure. He rushed forward parting the crowd with his sword which turned into an axe and a sickle on his will. The demons fell and disappeared. Some of the female ones tried to hide behind the bar looking as terrified as the dancer who laid on the floor writhing. Blood was all over her wonderful features. Her wings were torn. Again she reached out for him and this time he took her hand into his. Suddenly he fell to his knees. His sight was blurred, he could barely see a thing. He lost his hold of Rebellion. The sword fell to the ground with a loud, metallic sound. Dante tried to hold his head but he needed to steady himself with one hand on the ground. And the other was still in the grip of the demon who was standing in front of him now. She looked down at this kneeling man and became her former confident self. There was no blood anymore, no marks. Dante tried to free his hand but he couldn't. She felt so strong and her skin so cold.

"So this is a Nephilim", he heard her saying with a voice so clear and soft. She knelt down in front of him and lifted his chin with her free hand. Dante's vision blacked out but he was still conscious enough to keep himself in place. "You're strong but you're not the one who defeated Mundus, are you?" That cut deep into his pride. It had been him. Vergil had helped but most of the work had been done by him. Then again, the all mighty slayer of Mundus probably wouldn't have fallen for her tricks. Damn, he had known that touching her was a bad idea.

"Fuck off, bitch", he growled but that was all Dante could do. A feeling like oncoming sleep rose in his head. She had both of her hands on him, draining him while he was defenseless and blind. He cursed himself. He had been warned.

A sudden sound disturbed the demons and woke Dante's attention. Had that been a door? He heard some feet moving and felt the grip the demon had on him weaken. With all strength he had left he pushed himself away from her. He fell onto his back but his vision became clear. It was still exhausting but he could force himself to sit up. She was watching him. Her red eyes locked with his.

"You're such a fighter", she praised, purring like a cat when she reached out for him again. His hand found Rebellion and with one single movement that cost a lot of strength he cut off hers. She screamed and jumped up to her feet. The other demons let go of the victim that had accidentally helped Dante to get away. The man fell to the ground. The demons seemed unsure of what to do while their leader screamed in pain and wrath. Dante fought to get to his feet, leaning heavily on Rebellion. The next moment their eyes locked he could feel she was trying something on him again. But this time he just cut her head off. He fell forward due to the weight of his sword and landed on the still writhing body of the succubus. It had no effect on him anymore. That was good news. But bad news were aiming right at him in the form of a few pissed female demons. He rolled out of their way and drew Ebony and Ivory. A shower of bullets rained onto the demons. The guns didn't deal a lot of damage but they kept them from coming closer. The demon hunter got up to his feet and did some steps backward to enlarge the distance. He was already smiling again when he mobilized his angelic power and drew Aquila. When he threw the two blue glowing weapons they multiplied and hit the demons hard but from safe distance. They spun and cut their ways through their bodies quickly coming back to Dante like boomerangs with three knifes. In a matter of minutes the room was empty but for the unconscious man and the Nephilim.

"What a party", he exhaled. Phineas' eye laid behind the bar seeming undamaged. But his staff was nowhere to be seen.

When Dante came back Phineas was still sitting where he had been left. The human man had calmed down and hung loosely in his bonds. Dante freed him and his unconscious friend before he gave the eye to the demon. The guy picked up the other man and hastily got out of the room.

"I couldn't find your staff. Are you sure you lost it to them?", Dante asked stretching his hurting muscles. Hell, he had lost most of his power. He needed to rest.

"I didn't see who took it away from me. But it's not important. I can get another one somewhere." That was something Phineas couldn't say about his eye. The thing made some mechanic sounds as it was set into place again.

"You're okay now?"

"Yes, I'm fine. It's good to see."

Dante could only agree. Being blind was an experience he wouldn't like to make again. "We should get out of here."

"Yes, yes, but wait a minute." The wrinkled demon did something with his eye until it glowed green at first, then yellow. "Ah, I see. There are two Nephilim. And your brother greatly disappointed you, didn't he?"

Dante's eyes narrowed. "Maybe. Is that what you see?"

"You fought and won and then he left. He'll try again, don't you think?"

"Try what?"

"To fight you and rule the world." The light faded and then was gone completely. The room seemed darker without it.

"I'll beat him again. Let's just go now", the demon hunter urged.

"I'll return the favor", Phineas promised again.

"Sure, whatever."

Along the way back to Kat Dante repeatedly had the feeling that Phineas who followed him with a bit distance wandered off. But he would always reappear after a while. When he entered the block the demon was gone again what made Dante feel a bit betrayed. Although he knew the old guy would come back soon he wanted him by his side when meeting Kat. He had no such luck.

"What are you doing?", he asked as he found her leaning over his bed.

"Cleaning", she simply answered without even looking at him.

He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms in front of his chest while watching her. "Well, thank you ... We'll have a visitor." There was just no other way he could tell her for she apparently still didn't want to speak with him. So he just blurted it out. That made her turn to him. It was the first time in days they made eye contact.

"What?", she demanded.

"He's a demon but -"

"Are you crazy! Don't tell me you're making friends with demons now. You're so ... so ..." She shook her head. Her body was tense. Dante guessed that she would have thrown something at him but all she held in her hands was a cushion. She wouldn't throw it. It was too soft.

"It's not what you think", he tried but in fact it was exactly that. He had made friends with a demon somehow. "He owes me a favor so I'll keep him close until I know what to do with it."

"You keep a demon close?"

"Kat, please. He's not a bad guy. I swear he won't harm you."

"You know what? You Nephilim are all crazy! You think you're better than mankind and that makes you think you can rule us or make friends with the demons that kill us thinking that we wouldn't mind. No matter how reasonable you think your doing is, it's sick!" She screamed at him in rage while her nails dug deep into the pillow. She had never screamed at Vergil. Dante felt slightly insulted. "You think you can live like a king, getting drunk and laid while I'm keeping your clothes and bed clean and try to find people to support us fighting against demons but that is over now! I'll leave!" But to do that she had to pass him and he was determined to keep her back although he didn't know what to say.

"What a tiny place", a voice said. It came from the kitchen. Kat immediately froze, her eyes wide with fear.

"Just wait here, okay? I'm back in a second." He was afraid she would indeed leave. His senses were on high alert when he quickly made his way to the kitchen, grasped Phineas by the arm and dragged him over to the door of his room. Kat hadn't moved.

"Well, this is Phineas. Scholar, inventor, prophet -"

"Demon", Kat spat.

"And he had been a prisoner of Mundus until I got him out. And he's not saying a word right now", Dante cut in before the demon could get the two of them deeper into trouble. "He has some useful abilities. He can help."

"I -", the demon started.

"Just shut up", Dante stopped him again. He watched Kat carefully. She was thinking, contemplating. "He knew my father", he swiftly added.

"I guess most demons did", she retorted.

"He knew my mother, too."

She hesitated. The hold onto the pillow loosened.

"I can help you to find Vergil", Phineas said as the Nephilim was distracted. Dante stared down at the old demon, cursing himself for his lack of attention. That was exactly the name he had avoided to say for days now - to his own sake and for Kat's. But Phineas didn't seem to notice the sudden change in the atmosphere. "I know you want to find him. When I am where he had been I can show you what he did and maybe where he went."

"What?" Dante asked unbelievingly. Did that even make sense or was the guy more senile than he had thought?

"You know where he is?" Kat's voice was quiet, careful as if she thought the hope would disappear if she knew too much. But did she really hope to find him? Why? After all he had done to her - or not done ... Who was the one who got insane now?

"I don't, but I can help you find out."

"And all of that for an eye?" Dante asked. Did the old guy think he could fool them?

"Not at all. I'd love to get some paper and a pen, too."

"I don't believe it. You just called me crazy? Why should we look for him? He - does not - deserve it", Dante tried to convince Kat putting emphasis to the last sentence. Phineas decided to stay in Vergil's "office room" for he didn't need any light. His eye illuminated what he wanted to see. He had been satisfied after Kat had found some paper and pens in the drawers of Vergil's room. God knew what he needed that for. At least it gave Kat and Dante time to talk.

"Don't you miss him? He's your brother after all", she tried to argue.

"Yeah, guess that's supposed to be my part but why do you want to search for him?"

"He helped me, guided me to the right way. We should do that for him now. We have to."

Dante ran a hand through his white hair. Good that he couldn't go gray. He knew what he felt. It didn't help that Kat sounded somewhat reasonable. Could they really convince Vergil that he was wrong? That he needed to change his opinion? Even the fight had not helped and it was the most convincing way Dante knew to change someones mind. How much further could they get with talking?

"You'll get disappointed again. Don't you remember what he said?", he asked.

"Just ... let us try."

"Just let us sleep. We'll see what we think tomorrow." God, he was tired. But she didn't want to give up. For some reason she kept thinking Vergil would change.

"I thought about it while you drowned yourself in alcohol and women. I slept over it for several nights. I don't want to give him up. If he died now, wouldn't you feel sorry for not being there?"

Although he couldn't tell why, that stabbed right through his heart. Dante shot her a glare but she didn't take it back. "He can't be killed. He's like me."

"You almost killed him."

"And nobody else will. Go now. Get some sleep." This just wasn't right. He wasn't himself anymore. The succubus had weakened him. He should have known that he couldn't argue with Kat in this state. Why did she need to make such a drama anyway? Why couldn't she just let go of Vergil? And why the hell did Phineas need to bring that topic up? He shouldn't have helped him again. That guy was a demon after all. Maybe he could twist ones mind like the succubus did.

After Kat had finally left his room Dante laid down onto the bed. What would he do if Vergil got himself killed? He wouldn't get to know, would he?

"Fuck you, Vergil", he grumbled into the sheets. Hell, he needed a drink. And distraction. At least he got another sleepless night.

Kat knocked at his door forcefully. For a moment Dante thought she would actually be capable of breaking it. Then there was silence again. A moment later he heard her talking to Phineas. It seemed they got along with each other. He closed his eyes again. Soon he noticed that his calm sleep was over. He saw memories or dreams. He had no part in them for he could only watch. When he next opened his eyes he couldn't remember what he had seen but he felt exhausted and anxious. He sat on his bed. Why was he naked? He could not recall that he had undressed. The door was open. What happened? Did someone break in? Did Phineas attack Kat? Worried he got up and immediately rushed to the door.

"Kat? Where are you?", he called into the floor.

"I'm over here. No need to scream", she answered from the kitchen. He went over to her. The sight relieved him. She sat at the table, drinking some coffee, eating a sandwich and had apparently been talking to Phineas who sat across from her. She lifted an eyebrow as she saw him. "How do you feel?"

"What? Good ... I'm fine. Why had someone been in my room?"

"Because you wouldn't wake up for days although you were talking."

"What? How long?"

She looked to Phineas like she had lost count. "About a week", she then said.

"You're kidding me."

"The succubus touched you, didn't she?", the old demon asked. "She must have touched you for a long time for you are Nephilim."

"Don't know. Maybe it was a minute or so."

"I told you not to let her touch you. Demons so young and strong like her can kill just by setting a hand on your shoulder."

"She's dead. What happened when I was out?"

"You should get dressed", Kat reminded him. She had seen him naked before and just like then she pretended she wouldn't see anything but with time she seemed to feel uneasy. "I washed your clothes but you should probably get a shower."

Dante did as he was told, all the time wondering how that female demon could have had such influence. Nothing could usually knock him out like that. He was not human after all.

"You had nightmares. You wanna talk about them?", Kat asked right when he entered the kitchen.

"You said I spoke in my dream."

"You were mumbling. I couldn't understand a word. But you were moving around and sweating. So, what did you dream?"

"Don't remember. Guess I dreamt about some really hot and rough sex." He grinned at her and she averted her eyes. "So what happened while I had my very intimate party?"

"We made a plan how to find Vergil."

Dante groaned and leaned back on his chair. "Get him out of your head already."

"I don't need you. Phineas and I started to look for him alone."

"You did what? And you survived it?" The day was already getting better and better. Angrily he looked at the demon. "You owe me not her. Why did you do that?"

"You want to find him, too", Phineas said. He sounded convinced like Dante had actually told him that.

"No, I don't. If I said such a thing you should remember that I was out cold. I certainly didn't mean what I said."

"You dreamt about Vergil?", Kat concluded.

"No! I don't remember what I dreamt. It doesn't matter anyway." Stay calm, he told himself. That woman just wanted to drive him crazy. And she was collaborating with that ancient demon. "Do we have something to drink? I need a beer or something."

"You don't think about getting drunk again, do you?" She looked at him in a way that made him feel guilty. That was strange because he had never cared about what others thought about his habits.

"Give me a drink, sex or a fight. I need a release or I'll smash that table and lock you in here until you forget about my brother."

She smiled. That was strange, too. Dante recalled what he had just said but he couldn't find anything that would make someone smile.

"Anyway", Phineas interfered, irritating the Nephilim even more, "we went over to the prison but a powerful demon lives in there now. We couldn't get further inside."

"Vergil's not there unless you mean him by 'powerful demon'."

"We know that. But Phineas can make a place remember. If Vergil was there and spend some time there Phineas can show us what he did and what he said. It's our only chance to find out where he went."

"Time is a matter of perspective, too. At least it is for me", the demon added to Kat's explanation.

"We need to get further into the tower. They had computers there and all information Mundus had collected. Maybe Vergil wanted to use them." The more she said the more excited she got. It made Dante sick.

"What for?", he asked.

"I don't know. But it's my best guess."

"Okay, let's make a deal: I'll get you inside that tower. And if you don't find anything you'll stop searching for him."

"Deal."