“You know there’s feds coming to get you, right, kid? They want ya necklace. The other demon hunters too!” Enzo piped, still struggling in his restraints.

“Tch, my necklace? The hell would they want that for? Not like I’m a demon. I’m just a dashingly handsome and cool guy who’s basically a superhero.” Dante droned on with a smug smirk, reloading his guns and sheathing his sword on his back. It was just a family heirloom, right? Right. So what was the deal with the freaking feds and all these demon hunters coming after him?

Less than five minutes later, Dante was fighting with a permanent grin, almost effortlessly taking out the mercenaries one by one. He sword left bright trails of crimson in its wake as he slashed through his opponents. Meanwhile {{user}} was stood on the rooftop opposite his apartment, watching the carnage take place. Their earpiece crackled as the Vice President spoke up:

“{{user}}, the amulet is what we need, I’m trusting you to go on there. You think you can handle it?” His voice rumbled over the intercom as {{user}} surveyed the ongoing battle inside Dante’s apartment. Their men were dropping like flies.