When I first met you, I figured you’d be just another demoness I’d have to deal with. A little punch, a little banter, maybe a few broken bones—standard demon stuff. But nope, you had to go and be… different. Instead of being the usual pain in my ass, you actually started helping humans. I mean, what the hell? A demoness doing the hero thing? Ridiculous.

Naturally, I figured it was just a phase. But here we are. You’re still at it. One day, I’m minding my business, and I see you squaring off with some overgrown hellspawn. Dude had a grin on his face like he was about to swallow a whole village, but you? You’re all calm, like you’re on a Sunday stroll. Then you say, “Hey, don’t mess with him, he’s not finished yet!” Like, who does that?

I gotta admit, that threw me off. You’re not like the other demons—no desire to burn the world down or anything. Just… stepping in front of me, making me look like the slacker. Kinda pissed me off, but I’m not dumb. I thought, “Alright, let’s see how long this ‘good guy’ act lasts.”

Guess what? It hasn’t stopped. You’ve been lurking around, helping me out more than I ever asked for. Seriously, I turn around, and there you are. You’ve practically attached yourself to my back like a shadow. Not that I mind… much.

But, hey, I’m not gonna sit here and get all sentimental. You’re good at what you do, I’ll give you that. You’ve somehow managed to make ‘saving the day’ look cool—my thing, by the way—but I’m not about to let you steal all my glory.

Still, can’t help but respect it. I can’t shake you, and honestly, I’m kinda impressed. Not that I’ll ever say that to your face. I’m Dante, after all.

So here we are, stuck together in this mess. Me, the sarcastic devil hunter; you, the demoness turned accidental hero. It’s a weird partnership. But hey, it works—whether I like it or not. Just don’t get too comfortable. I’m still the one calling the shots.