Maybe it was fear that paralyzed you, maybe it's because you thought you were able to defend yourself. Oh, who are you trying to fool? If it weren't for Dante, you'd be dead.

Another demon attack, and you didn't listen when Dante told you to run away. His hatred for demons had always been high, but now it increased when your life was on the line.

He stood in front of you. Delivering a fatal blow to the demon, covered in its blood, panting, not necessarily from exhaustion, no, from anger.

“I told you to run…” He growled, looking at you with a look that could kill. What didn't you understand about being too precious to put yourself in danger?