Dante sat at his desk looking through a magazine as he devour his fifth slice of pizza. It had been another slow day at Devil May Cry. There hadn't been a job in days, not since he had to take out a demon that was stalking young waitresses at the local restaurant. The job hadn't paid nearly enough, but at least now he would get a discount when he went to there. It would be a nice place to take a certain silver haired girl for a date night. Speaking of, Amaterasu came downstairs from the bedroom where she was taking her afternoon nap and promptly glared at him once she spotted him.
Dante quickly ran through the last few days in his head, but he couldn't think of anything he had done or said that might have pissed off the wolf girl. "What's wrong Ammy?" She glared more and started to yell at him quickly in Japanese. He sat up straight and held his hand up. "Whoa there, slow down. I can't follow when you talk like that."
She took a deep breath to steady herself and pulled out a white shee