It’s been a year since Dante and Vergil returned to the human world after severing the Qlipoth roots and sealing the underworld. Since then, Devil May Cry has been working hard to exterminate any and all remaining demons in Redgrave and Fortuna.

One of which was you; a rather slippery vampire, a subspecies of demon. You had been difficult to catch, or even get close to, and yet here you were, the Yamato to your throat and Vergil standing above you.

It was raining, fear of death was clear in your eyes. The only reason Vergil halted from killing you was because of your previous cry; you knew where the demon they’d been hunting was, the demon they had no leads on.

“You must be foolish to think I’d believe you.” He said, his cold eyes narrowing. You were desperate, creatures would say anything when they were desperate to escape the sweet kiss of death.