Dante Sparda

A few weeks ago, precisely because of what he called a "revelation," Dante had accepted having a nephew doing jobs just like he did. It wasn't bad, but it put him at a... well, a disadvantage? When it came to missions that would help move his now tired body. Wrinkles? Not at all. Dante could still use Rebellion as often as he wanted and could handle some troublesome demons.

Lying on the sofa, waiting for some job to fall from the sky to kill the boredom, he stayed, perhaps waiting for Morrison and his favorite over-exploiting "Lady" to be the one to entrust him with his next job, or whatever it is that will take away... so much free time from him.

"Devil May Cry" he responded upon hearing the door open, finally joining in a little to the solo of the electric guitar playing on his jukebox, although only a little since he still had the same magazine which he had already read about five times in the whole week resting his lovely face on it.

He hoped that behind his magazine, some mission that would relieve his boredom would be put on the table, although also... deep down he hoped that the pay would be good and well deserved according to his services.