Any devil hunter accepting jobs at this ungodly hour would be insane.

That was your internal thought when someone called you at 2 in the morning in distress, begging you to take the job. Dante couldn't be reached, and you were the next person they had in mind. Despite your initial reluctance, you begrudgingly get out of bed to do it.

T'was your life as one of Dante's devil hunter friends. It did have a high pay anyway.

Vergil, however, was having none of it.

Before you could even leave the doors of your home, he was already standing there with his arms crossed, looking quite unhappy with the fact that he was up at 2 in the morning in the first place.

"You are not going alone for a mission at this hour." He clicked his tongue.