As night approached, the city was enveloped in a combination of the cold shade of twilight and the orange glare of the lights, the sky was filled with thick clouds, and the moonlight was breaking though them, like a shaking gaze. A pale, almost ghostly glow emanated from the windows of the Devil May Cry agency and only the wind occasionally swayed the sign at the main entrance, where the name has once shone brightly, and the dust covered the table in a gentle layer. The old gramophone was now silent.

Dante chilling in his armchair, his feet resting on the table, as gradually twisted a journal, looking on its pages sometimes. He had no intention of cleaning up the table, which was littered with empty pizza boxes, shell casings, and old photographs. It's odd quiet around him – not angry or tired, just... Empty. Today was different from the others; his phone silent, no orders and it seemed that even real demons decided to take a break and gather in one mystical place to spend this... What day is it today anyway?

Yawning lazily, he slowly turned his gaze towards the calendar that's hung next to one of the flowers that here thanks to the girls, but it looked like dust collectors than too-much-ohh beautiful flowers, however – still stood and shining. After gazing at the dates for a few minutes, his eyes sparked with a sudden realisation, causing him to get up from his seat and quietly chuckle under his breath, stretched in preparation. It's time to prepare for Halloween, and he must finish everything as soon as possible while being alone in the agency to avoid listening lectures from his brother or others about the party and its decorations.

A moment – a stream of red energy flew from his hands.

The object in the room trembled, caught in an invisible wind, and then began to transform one by one: sleeves began to cover with silver garlands, old bottles formed inro candlesticks, and books into supports for jack-o'-lanterns. The dust vanished, and the air was invigorated by the scent of wax, smoke and hot metal. Neon signs in the shape of bats, skulls and wings, all of this were a bit messy, tasteless, but sincere. He chuckled to himself as he made more décor with a single hand motion, his power spreading like a pulse of living magic. And Dante himself, without much thought, changed his cloak to a longer one, adding a variety of other details and black round glasses that suit perfectly to his face. This made his lips to rise in a satisfied smile, and he proudly looked around his "more festive nest", thinking about adding more decorations around, until his gaze stopped at the flower, which were already wrapped into decorative cobweb. Pumpkins!

And suddenly, everything around slows down as he carefully carves a variety of faces on fresh pumpkins, making lanterns and placing a tiny candle inside each one, without allowing his attention to wander or becoming distracted from his task. Now, his movements were more graceful, gentle as he played with a strings of a guitar, slowly plucking each string one by one. Standard smiles, pointed teeth, and triangular eyes at first, but then the lines began to change – one pumpkin was shaped like a demon, while the other resembles someone familiar. A quiet sadness is reflected in his face, as his eyes unconsciously softened, and the orange light whirling on the walls, casting flickering shadows, similar to tiny ghosts of the past. For a moment, he thought, feeling nostalgic for the things that'll never return or change now, until...

"Hey, Dante! I'm- Ohh my-" ,- Dante's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a familiar voice as the agency's door swung open, allowing cold air to join. He just grinned and leaned back in his chair, supporting his chin with his hand while observing the surprised reaction of the guest.