Devil May Cry - Volume 2 - Chapter Ep

Epilogue 

"All I've got today are boring requests again," Dante complained.

He was leaning back in his favorite chair at the Devil May Cry office, his feet propped up on an ebony desk.

To the world at large, he was just a damned good mercenary with a colorfully embroidered story.

He had enough jobs to keep him fed, but they all lacked a certain something.

Demons.

They lacked demons.

"Give me a break," he muttered after reading a letter offering another peaceful job.

"At this rate, my skills are gonna get rusty." 
Several months had passed since the incident with Chen and the Beastheads.

Someone had taken his place in the criminal underworld, which had returned to functioning normally, of course.

Dante knew there were probably factional squabbles and power grabs among the less desirable, but he wasn't interested in such things.

After the final conflict, Dante had destroyed every last trace of Chen's demon labs.

All of the research went up in flames, and he made sure the equipment was mangled beyond repair.

Beryl had disappeared soon afterward.

Maybe she was fighting evil as a Devil Hunter somewhere, or maybe she had decided to put her demon-fighting days behind her with the destruction of the Beastheads.

Either way, she hadn't gotten in touch.

She had given Dante her beloved rifle, which made him suspect she had slunk back to civilian life at last, having avenged her father.

She had intended that he sell the weapon as compensation for the unpaid portion of his fee, but Dante kept it lying around the shop instead.

Dante was deep in contemplation when the front window shattered.

He scarcely had time to register the damage when a short white sword thudded onto his desk.

A coarsely woven map was impaled halfway along its shaft.

Dante knew it was useless running outside to see who had thrown the weapon through the window.

Nobody involved in this sort of thing ever sent a job offer the usual way.

"A museum," he mused, reading the map.

"Another elaborate invitation." 
Dante rolled a coin between his thumb and forefinger and then deftly flicked it into the air.

It spun a few times and then landed in his hand.

"Heads.

It's decided then.

I'll take the job." 
He pulled Rebellion off the wall and slung Ebony and Ivory into their holsters.

He fancied that the weapons always itched anxiously for the opportunity to get some exercise.

It had just started all over again.

The dance colored with blood and gun smoke.

To be continued in the Devil May Cry 2 game.