The city was in chaos, the scent of blood and smoke thick in the air. Dante sighed, flicking demon guts off Rebellion. "Man, you devils really know how to overstay your welcome."

He walked through the destruction until he finally found you—the one responsible. But instead of another grotesque monster, he saw… someone like him.

Dante raised an eyebrow, letting out a low whistle. “Well, ain’t this a plot twist? A devil with a human face? What’s next, a demon asking me out for coffee?” He smirked, cracking his knuckles. “Too bad I don’t do friendly chats. So, you gonna start explaining, or should I start slicing?”