"So, can I ask where we're eating?" Patty tugged on Dante's coat relentlessly.
Dante shrugged, "Oh, nowhere you'd like, I think. But the owner of the place is a real stud. Who knows...maybe he'll be your boyfriend."
Her eyes suddenly seemed to glitter, the biggest smile Dante had ever seen creeping across her face, "Boyfriend?" She said, stretching the word out over several seconds, "Oh Dante! Is he a real dreamy guy?"
"You know it! I mean, this guy...he's a real keeper. Charming, handsome, funny. He's better than me, that's for sure." Dante snickered.
Patty almost hopped with joy as Dante pointed to one of the small buildings on the crowded street they were on. A small sign in one of the windows flickered. Open. Dante scoffed. It was the only building on this street that was 'open'. Dante knew the guy inside liked company. The big, ugly demon.
Patty tugged on Dante's coat again, this time with force, almost pulling him over, "So Dante! How old is he? Is he a real young guy?!"
Dante chuckled as he pushed open the raggedy door to the small place. "No, he's 367 years old." He said, immediately pulling out Ebony to target the large ogre of a demon huddled in the corner over a few massive pots. Covered in hair with two large, pointy ears, a pair of lazy, red eyes and a few jacked up teeth, the monster grumbled, gnawing on an arm.
Patty feinted.
The demon looked up, "Dante?! I thought you wouldn't be back-"
"Humans again? Can't you find anything else to cook? I wouldn't have bothered you if you'd been cooking up a few cows or something. And hey, I said next time I came over, I wanted a steak, medium-rare. Where's the loving hospitality?" Dante smirked.
The demon stood up from his crouch, coming to a full, slouching, ten feet tall, "Get out of my home!"
"I let you live last time. Your second chance has been spent. Cya." Dante pulled his gun's trigger.
The room lit up for a split second, everything glowing a magnificent yellow from the illumination of Ebony's gun barrel as the bullet spun out, twirling through the air to plunge into the demon's chest. The monster flew back, smashing against the wall, tipping over one of his pots. Severed arms and legs poured out, and boiling liquid started to spread across the floor, leaking in all directions. Not a moment too soon, Dante rolled over and grabbed up the unconscious Patty before the liquid scorched her skin, and jumped away.
Dante landed on a nearby table and looked over the messy, cluttered room at the demon, who was finally regaining his footing. Dante sighed, "Guess I'll need something a little bigger."
Spinning his pistol back into its holster, Dante pulled his sword from his back, "So, fat boy, round two?"
The monster roared, and his breath's putrid stench crept into Dante's nose all of the way from across the room. Dante coughed, "Ew."
Picking up another one of the pots of cooking flesh, the demon heaved it at Dante. Still holding Patty, Dante cut clean through the pot, spilling its contents out into the air. Turning his back to all of the liquid, Dante launched himself toward the lumbering brute. As he flew out of the mist of boiling water, he spun around, extending Rebellion out and chopping the monster in two.
Another second and the demon faded into a cloud of blood, and disappeared without a trace.
"Job done. That was...easy."
Looking at the floor, bits of human were spread everywhere. Dante frowned, "Damn, he's been killing quite a few here recently. I should have killed him when I had the chance."
Dante looked down at Patty, "Ugh. Why did I let you come?"