Devil May Cry - Volume 1 - Chapter Ep

Epilogue 

“All I've had today are boring requests. Damn.” 

Dante had somehow recovered from his wounds, which he didn't seem to find nearly as exciting as the prospect of being able to eat strawberry sundaes once more. He leaned back, his favorite chair propped on two legs and his feet on a wide black desk that he still owed somebody money for. 

Dante had buried everything associated with Tony, beginning a fresh life in a new city. He'd finally fulfilled his ambition of having his own office. But his efforts to return to mercenary work had proved less than eventful. Private detective work was terminally dull. Finding lost dogs and misplaced wedding rings did little to get the blood pumping. But background checks and proof of affairs kept the bills paid and the lights turned on. 

Dante had tried to spruce up the storefront with a gaudy neon sign and stuffed animals, but somehow the décor lacked unity. Even the pool table he'd purchased had somehow failed to bring in new clients.
 
Enzo would occasionally send him work. He always had to take it, of course. Dante never abandoned his core philosophy of spending the last penny in his account, which meant that he could rarely afford to turn down even bad jobs. Long red coats and silver ornaments were expensive. 

The phone chirped out an annoying jingle.
 
“Devil May Cry... Sorry, we closed at nine.” 

Dante dropped the receiver into its cradle. The caller didn't have the password required for priority work. Even with his money woes, Dante wasn't in the mood to rescue a kitten or locate an errant teen. 

Have all the demons really gone quiet? 

He idly cast his mind back to his time as Tony. He had met so many people, fought so many battles, and said goodbye to his dear friends... Now, here he was. Alone. 

At least I got these two puppies. 

He put his hand to his holsters without thinking. 

The chunky black guns had stayed by his side since their birth in the fire at Goldstein's shop. They were his closest friends, and had sent many a living corpse to its grave for a second time. 

But Dante refused to be drawn back into the past. He lived a wayward, free life, but had yet to reach his ultimate goal. 
 
Mommy... 

He unconsciously fingered the amulet on his chest. 

Until he avenged his mother's death, he could not afford to lose a single mission.
 
Suddenly, the hum of exhaust buzzed outside the window. The sound was too thin for a car. A motorcycle, Dante decided. He peered through the glass door. 

A single light approached in the darkness... A beautiful woman sped toward the office on a sleek motorcycle, cutting a path through the night. Her silky golden hair trailed through the air behind her. 

Dante broke into a cool smile. Gorgeous women showing up in the middle of the night were never a bad thing. His smile faded a moment later when he realized the rider wasn't breaking. 

He dove aside just as the bike crashed through the glass door. 

Finally! An extraordinary situation. 

Dante wandered casually toward the mysterious rider. 

“Slow down, babe. Nature calls? It's in the back.” 
 
Continued in Devil May Cry on PlayStation 2