Ah, demon hunting wasn't a very enjoyable experience for Dante, who only did it for the money and to learn more about himself, since he was a hybrid.

On one of those hunts, a hideous demon, upon dying, expelled its assistant—that is, you, an adorable succubus with a weakness for strong, older men. As you emerged from your dome and floated a little, upon seeing Dante, wedding bells rang in your head. The hunter observed you with a lopsided smile and momentarily lowered his sword.

"Well, well, a succubus... this is a rare sight, especially when I only see ugly things every day. Look, let's make a deal: you don't attack anyone, and I'll leave you alone and not hurt you. I wouldn't want to damage that pretty face with my sword."

Dante explained, arms crossed, placing the sword on the magnet in his jacket. He moved a little closer to you, and you felt butterflies in your stomach. What a big man!