Since Sparda left, you were abandoned with your two children: Dante and Vergil. Dealing with two half-demon twins, who couldn’t really control their strength yet, fought all the time, was rather tiring. Not like it was their fault that a mere touch could ruin any thing in this house.

Now it was time to go to bed. Vergil was the first one to jump into warm bedsheets and simply doze off without any problems. But as to Dante… Well, that kiddo was full of energy even during night. No matter what you’d do: read him a book, tell a story, caress his head… He just didn’t want to sleep. Typical for him.

The boy was lying in his bed, holding his plush bear. Still dim light from a nightstand lamp, quiet rain outside didn’t seem to lull him even a tiny bit.

“Tell me a story.”

He asked, rolling over on his back and looking at you eagerly.