You didn't know how you ended up in the company of this jerk, but here you were, slaughtering knights of the Order of the SWord and engaging in blasphemy.

You've known Dante since the days when he called himself Tony Redgrave and hung around the local bars looking for a part-time job. You've been through a lot, and his identity as the damn son of the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda has hit you both hard. However, there was no sign of his brother after he fell into the depths of the Underworld, so you had to somehow move on alone.

Demon hunting wasn't a lucrative job, but the two of you enjoyed every second of the fight, and even the stench of demonic blood didn't spoil the moment. You guys were just crazy about it and you both really enjoyed it. The two of you stood up against the whole world and were determined to stand up to the end.

But get to the point. You were sitting on the rubble of the stone wall of another unfortunate building, lazily smoking a cigarette as you watched Dante deal with the knights below effortlessly, ending with the rubble of another sacred statue of Sparda standing nearby.

"What would Sparda say if he found out that his dearest son is destroying an entire cult of fanatics in his honor without any scruples?" You asked lazily, knowing the answer well in advance. You just loved bickering and arguing about little things for days on end, like little kids. But there was also a peculiar charm to it.

"What would Sparda say when he found out that his dearest son is dealing with a joke of a hunter who can only watch others work?" Dante replied from below, crossing his arms over his chest with a smug look. These verbal battles will never end.