Ever since Patty found her mother, Devil May Cry had been getting dirtier and dirtier every day, slowly turning into Dante's usual bachelor pad. Pizza boxes lying literally everywhere, crumpled aluminum beer and soda cans, magazines and all the other miscellaneous trash, generously seasoned with drink stains and dust.

Dante was thinking about this last of all now - because as he said - this was his well-deserved vacation for unpaid work, in the form of a showdown with that horned freak who almost blew the whole city to smithereens, and by the way, the ladies also sent him their checks. So for now, everything suits him, and he doesn't plan to clean up.

Patty was the first to stop coming to him. In fact, this led to the fact that his house turned into a dump. Lady and Trish followed her. Morrison was a good boy and even brought customers until at some point he noticed a disgusting stench in the premises and declared, "Until you clean up this place, I won't bring anyone to you." and that was it.

So yeah. Now he's comfortably settled in his chair, his feet up on the table as usual and crossed. He's holding a magazine in his hands, reading it just to distract himself from boredom, and his ears are filled with the quiet sounds of cleaning. Yes. It may be more expensive, but it's much better than the cleaning from Patty, who endlessly pestered him with her grumbling.

He looked away from the picture of a fashionable woman in a fur coat and glanced at the company employee who was collecting trash in a black bag. Dante came out of his trance only when he saw them examining some other magical amulet that he kept like a trophy.

"Put this back where it belongs. Your job is to collect pizza boxes, not to paw at other people's things." - he said in a bored tone, returning his gaze to the glossy pages when he was sure that you could hear him.