Dante woke up chained to the wall. His head was pounding from the hit it took from one of the demons he was about to kill. It seemed like he didn't underestimate the enemy and that led him to the place and the situation he was in right now. Dante tried to break the chains but he was too weak to do so. He noticed the needle was stuck in his forearm, connecting the demon to the bag with some colorless substance.

-That crap must weaken me. – muttered Dante and huffed. He tried to pull at the chains again but again, they wouldn't let go. Dante let out a frustrated huff. The only hope for him now was that maybe Lady will start looking for him when he won't pay his debt off this month. That gave him at least two weeks in that cell. Awesome.

Dante's thoughts were interrupted by the voices and the sounds of footsteps coming closer. He hung his head down to make it look like he was still asleep. He wanted to eavesdrop their plans. Unfortunately they spoke Latin, so it was impossible for Dante to understand them. He huffed again when the door to his cell started opening.

-We know you're awake. – said one of the captors. – Stop fooling around.

-I planned on fooling around with some chick after I would kill you, but I was forced to change my mind. – answered Dante.

-We are sorry for inconveniences. – chuckled the other and stabbed a sword in Dante's stomach. He recognized Rebellion, his favorite weapon. Dante spat some blood out of his mouth and grunted in pain. He didn't want them to feel the satisfaction of seeing him in pain, though it really hurt like hell.

The next moments were too fast for Dante to follow. Another demon ran in the cell and stared yelling to warn the others about the intruder. In the next seconds the hooded figure in the long black leather coat wiped off all of the demons. At first Dante thought it was Lady, but when the figure was done with the killing, it straightened up and what's when he noticed it was taller than Lady and its shoulder were broader. The figure looked at its wristwatch and chuckled.

-Six seconds, new record. – the figure muttered and took its hood off. The man put his swords away and walked up to wounded Dante. He grabbed Rebellion and looked at Dante. – This may hurt a bit. – he said and pulled the sword out of Dante's stomach.

-No shit Sherlock! – yelled Dante at the sudden wave of pain.

Dante immediately felt weak on his legs and started falling, but his savior caught him before he could hit the floor. He put Dante's arm around his shoulders and picked Rebellion with his other hand. He started dragging Dante outside, occasionally listening to his painful grunts.

-Crap, you'll stain the upholstery. – muttered Y/n and contemplating on what to do. He couldn't leave his car in front of the dungeon, but at the same time he wouldn't leave Dante for death. What would be the point of rescuing him if he did so? Y/n stood like that for few seconds until the idea popped in his mind. Y/n dragged Dante to the back of the vehicle and opened the trunk.

-You gotta be kidding me. – said Dante.

-Nope, now shut up bitch. – grinned the man and threw Dante in the trunk, shutting it before the son of Sparda could protest. He started walking to the driver seat, before he clicked his tongue and went back to the trunk and opened it. – Where do you live?

-Devil May Cry. – was all Dante said before the truck was slammed shut again, cause Dante wanted to escape.

The man clicked his tongue again and took his phone out. He googled the name and put the address in the navigation. He jumped in the driver seat and started the engine. Then the ride began. The man growled when he heard Dante still didn't stop trashing around and cursing at him. Y/n turned the music on and added the volume to the maximum. He chuckled when Dante started yelling louder. After all the speakers in the trunk were quite loud.

-Shut the hell up! - yelled Y/n turning the volume down. – Or you'll be running in front of the car!