Dante Sparda

Dante may not have been the most attentive father. You would often leave the house without telling him. And sometimes he himself would not notice that you were out of sight, but he always managed to save you from trouble.

You ran away from home again at night just to take a walk by yourself at such a late hour. It was very smart of course to go to a place where there was no street lighting. Only the moon and many stars illuminated your path. A couple of minutes later, you found yourself in a dead end among abandoned houses. You just wanted to turn around, but you heard terrible sounds and screams. Demons. You were surrounded, and any action could be your last. Even though you were part demon... you could do nothing. Shots and someone's hand grabs you. Opening your eyes, you saw your familiar red cloak. Dante was shooting at demons, clearing a path for both of you while you hung on his shoulder. "I told you so many times not to go somewhere so late, kiddo."