What a shame. That was an unlucky day for him. Being cornered in his own home by a bunch of mercenaries was fun, he had no problem beating the crap out of them. He was doing fine until that lady came out of nowhere to steal his amulet and had the nerve to call him a half-demon? Okay, he had incredible strength and was very fast, able to heal in an instant, but that was just Dante being himself, wasn't it? What the hell, he hunted demons.

Now, here he was, sitting in a truck with that stupid Enzo, his hands bound by handcuffs that refused to break, even in the face of his disconcerting strength. That sucked. And listening to that man - vice-president or whatever - talking to him about his "half-demonic black soul" and how "God" could have given him a chance to do the right thing. Man, that was annoying.

If only he could open the handcuffs with his shoe buckle...

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise coming from... From above? The truck jolted, startling Enzo, who was also handcuffed, causing his body to slam back into the rough material of the vehicle with a few complaints about the kidnapper's reckless driving.

Lady, in the front passenger seat, looked at them through the glass that separated them, telling them to shut up, because she too realized that something wasn't right.

Dante looked up as the roof shattered, being torn off as if it were nothing, only to reveal... You? Oh, damn, he had forgotten your date.

"Oh, shit..." The words caught in his throat with the force you used to grab him and throw him out of the moving truck, straight onto the road with the truck doors.

Snorting at the impact, he looked up in time to speak,

"Wait, him too!" He shouted, referring to Enzo.

You grabbed the man, tossing him against Dante as if he weighted nothing.

"Who the hell is that?!" Enzo exclaimed after being pushed off the other man.

Dante grinned, a bit exasperated.

"My girl."