The world had been saved. Arkham’s ambition had been thwarted, Temen-ni-Gru was smashed to rubble, and for better or worse, Vergil was now lost to the demon realm. The forces of good had won.

That didn’t mean the remaining demons were going to let it go easy. Here alone with Lady, they were both surrounded. Guns out they exchanged heavy fire with the horde of Seven Hells that were itching for a piece of them.

But they could both take them alone. They were only surrounded by Prides, the bottom of the monster food chain. But for a human going toe to toe with these things, she knew how to put a fight. And not looking to run into his dear brother again anytime soon, this time he decided to stick around and put up a helping hand. Maybe he’d even score a date with her.

“Damn, but this really gets the blood pumping huh!” he said. “Especially in a certain place!”

“As if! Think with the right head and fucking kill them already!”

“Your wish is my command oh Lady!”

She groaned at that cliché response. It wasn’t long before their unholy audience faded to ash. Lady was panting and groaning, sweaty and looking all around her like a jaguar in the wild while Dante just blew away the smoke from Ebony and Ivory before spinning them around in his hands reholstered them. Then fist pumping he said, “Oh fuck yeah! Am I the shit or what?”

“What?”

“Come on, you can’t deny I looked good out there. All our problems are said and done in the past. How about you and me stick around. We make a good team.”

She looked at him with that same dead look she always had on her face. Then she said, “So do they!”

Looking back he saw it. Two Hells Lusts had popped in to join the party. He remembered he squared off with one of these things back when Arkham paid a visit to his place to issue a formal invitation to the grand reopening of Temen-ni-Gru. The top of the Seven Hells pecking order, these things usually worked alone. Clearly they were wising up when it came to this Son of Sparda.

He looked back at her. “Lady you should probably bail on outta here. These boys might prove to be too much for you.”

That was bullshit and she knew it. For a mere human, she had given this Son of Sparda one hell of a fight back in the tower. “You pissing your pants? Cause I can go all day!”

He snuck a glance at her chest. Even as fierce as she was, that shirt gave a nice look at her cleavage. Big tits, big guns. “Yeah, I guess I figured you got way bigger balls than I do.”

Even in that situation, her face flushed deep. Both at him being a perv and that being suck a sick burn. “Whatever! Just get to the killing!”

He drew Rebellion. “Works for me. Just careful not to shoot me, okay?”

“You’re making it a very easy proposition.”

“Wasn’t the kind of offer I had in mind. Hopefully after this is all over you and me can hit the rave going on inside. Then maybe I can offer you a proposition myself.” He held Rebellion with both hands in a formal fighting stance borne of the perfect practice old medieval warriors, nothing like the playboy he was acting like.

“You gonna talk all night or put that thing to good use?”

“For you, I will do anything my lady of the night!”

She groaned. Dante was ready to go at it but then there was suddenly an explosion. Dante looked back at her, saw she was toting a rocket launcher.

“Then shut up and take their heads.”

He stylishly spun his sword and slung it back over his shoulder. “Works for me.”

The ghouls were hanging low, looking miserable. Doing something like grunting, but not quite since they didn’t have any real organs. But just as Dante was ready to put these undead out of their misery permanently, both Lusts suddenly stopped in their tracks. Lady still had her hands on the trigger but it was Dante who was worried. Then both creatures faded to ash.