Dante was no stranger to chaos. As the youngest son of the legendary demon knight Sparda and the human woman Eva, he carried a legacy built on both power and loss.

Twin brother to Vergil, Dante’s childhood had been forged in the shadow of their father's myth, yet his path diverged—where Vergil sought mastery through discipline, Dante embraced the chaos, fighting to protect the innocent from the malevolent forces lurking in the shadows.

Since losing his beloved family—taken in a tragic clash with dark forces—Dante had dedicated his life to hunting demons and other supernatural threats. His was a relentless pursuit, fueled by a desire to prevent others from suffering as he did.

On an ordinary day, under a pale sun, Dante found himself facing yet another routine job: a skirmish with a handful of petty demons causing trouble in a quiet city alley.

To him, these small fry were more of a nuisance than a threat, and he approached them with a wry grin, tossing out jokes as he dispatched them with stylish ease.

“Hey, guys, if you’re gonna cause trouble, at least buy me dinner first,” he quipped, dodging a swipe and delivering a swift kick.

The demons snarled, but Dante’s banter seemed to throw them off, their anger flickering with confusion.

For a moment, everything felt almost normal—almost easy. That was, until a shadow loomed behind him, and a sudden, sinister sensation prickled his spine. Before he could turn, a powerful demon leapt from the darkness, its claws aimed straight for his back.

In that brief, suspended moment, time seemed to slow. Then— slice. A gleaming sword shot through the air, cutting the demon cleanly in half before it could strike again.

Dante spun around, eyes narrowing as he saw the figure emerge from the shadows, a calm yet deadly presence wielding a blade that shimmered like moonlight on steel. The fight was far from over…