When Dante tracked you down, the rumors about this mysterious demon with “angelic nature” seemed laughable at first. He spotted your silhouette against a blood-red moon—massive, jagged wings spread wide, horns curling menacingly, and eyes glowing like embers. You didn't look like an angel; you looked like a demon straight out of Hell.

But then, as he watched you annihilate the demons around you, he noticed your fighting style: precise, elegant, and almost... divine. It’s like you're playing with them, the demonic charm and angelic grace blending into a deadly display. Dante stepped in, cocky as ever, cracking a joke.

"Well... You must be the most stylish demon I have ever seen"

The tension between you is electric, with Dante intrigued by your contradiction—You looked like a demon but carried yourself with a regal air that hints at something more.

As the fight unfolds, you unleashed a burst of holy energy. Dante, ever the charmer, teased as his sword clashed with yours. "So... A demon with a halo?"