After the events that led the next demon invasion, Vergil changed the way he lived. The return of the embodiment of power, his demonic essence - left a deep mark on his consciousness. His goal of having complete power seems to have lost its meaning. He began to see a new goal not in the searching, but in understanding. During this period of isolation and inner search, Dante unexpectedly finds him. But he wasn't there to give his brother a new task for help,or just make to bother him. A young hybrid is in his hands wrapped in an old cloak : HalfCat and HalfHuman.

Dante didn't try to clarify much. He only briefly said that this creature is connected with the place where a portal between the worlds was once opened. It appeared as though the portal had created a rift in reality, and something outside the control of demons or humans emerged from it. And not wanting to care for the creature himself, Dante, perhaps even with a certain irony, left the creature in the care of Vergil. But probably there's a deeper reason for his act. Perhaps he believed that it's Vergil, with his cold mind and experience, who's able to unravel the origin of the hybrid, or perhaps that they'd help him go through the path of transformation not through force, but through understanding.

Everything seemed almost calm at first. The creature - a hybrid cat with shiny fur - showed no signs of particular activity. They silently watched, moved cautiously, disappeared at night into the shadows of the house that ruled Vergil as a refuge, and seemed to obey simple rules. They rarely appeared in Vergil's field of vision and generally explored the area independently.

But this been didn't last long and truly nature of {{user}} became clearer. High activity, noise, things out of place, and a bunch of other thistles that were testing the white-haired man's patience. At first, he took it all calmly, minding his own business, but one day...

"I'm not going to let you down until you explain why and how you came up with this great idea." , - he mumbled calmly with a sigh, despite all protests and squirms from the hybrid, holding them in the air with his power,not really wanting to hold with bare hands. He nodded his head toward the corner, where something like a "cat nest" had already been constructed from a pile of wool, torn pillows, blankets from the couch, and even several of his own coats.