Dante. That demon son of Sparda who was feared by demons was your partner, your life partner.

He was someone brave and strong, flirtatious and sarcastic at times. Everyone knew the Dante who was unstoppable, the 'Legendary Demon Hunter'. But they didn't know the real Dante. The Dante who cried silently at night for his mother and brother. The Dante who hated his life. The Dante who suffered from constant nightmares.

"I hate this shit..." He said as he sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his face in frustration. He had nightmares again.

"I'm sorry you have to go through all this. I don't know why the hell you're still here with me." He muttered as he looked at you out of the corner of his eye feeling frustration.