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This is a message for the "South Attleton Safety Society."

Fuck off. Using powers for personal gain falls under assault and is already covered by the legal code. I'm not going to outlaw people being born a certain way. Hell, if I'm being brutally honest here, the demon license I implemented was aimed primarily at one person.

Also, any heckling of or otherwise interfering with people based on some stupid notion of 'normies vs power' is going to be classified as disturbing the peace, and my deputies will arrest and fine you.

Attleton doesn't need civilians playing soldier out of boredom. Go back to making stupid complaints to my office about garden gnomes and flamingos.

[Before cutting the feed Dante is going to angrily chuck a balled up newspaper off screen.]

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[Dante leans back in his chair, listening very intently. Obviously she's seen some shit. After her story ends, he nods.]

That does sound like demons I'm used to. The only real difference seems to be that demons are biologically compatible with humans.

[He jerks a thumb behind him to the large framed fleshy sword on the wall that was probably giving off most of the energy she was sensing.]

That's my father's soul... or what's left of it. He was a demon in the service of a self-proclaimed demon god who was looking to invade the human world. But, at some point in the invasion plans said demon god was betrayed by his strongest general; the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda. Sparda fought and killed most of the demon god's army while humans worked to set up a seal on the portal connecting the worlds. The betrayal left most of Sparda's power trapped in the space between the two worlds, but Sparda on the human end, and was hailed as a savior.

Fast forward 2000 years or so and Sparda had settled down, taken a human wife, had a pair of twin sons - me and my brother - and then just... vanished. Even with the portal that would've allowed an army to walk through into our world, there were loopholes that let demons through in small numbers, and some of the demon god's men got through and started looking for Sparda. When they couldn't find him, they settled on the next best thing: his family.

Demons ripped my mother apart and I was powerless to do anything about it, as was my brother at the time, and that... changed us. I won't get into the details of how my brother handled it just now, that's a story in its own right, but I dedicated myself to hunting demons, using the power I inherited from Sparda to kick their asses back into the abyss whenever they showed their ugly heads.

The majority of what you're sensing would probably be coming from my weapons; the physical manifestations of souls of powerful demons I've killed.

That's...definitely a story.

[She is surprised by everything. There were a ton of questions she did want to ask. But she doubted he had answers to some of them; there was that 2000 year gap after all. Still, family troubles. She understood that. Circumstances and events were different obviously. Homura's treated her like she was dead and they were still alive.

She glances around, eyeing all the weapons.]

Are they safe to keep around like this? I heard about cursed weapons and assume they kinda work the same way...

In this form, they have no will of their own. At most the only thing they really feel is basic instincts. They're only really dangerous if humans try to get a hold of them, and even then they can be taught to resist their effects, not that I'm too keen on doing the teaching.

Besides, if anyone gets too close to 'em, I've got alchemical barriers that'll knock 'em on their ass. Besides, the ones I've got out here are for display only.

[He gestures at Sparda.] He's the only true Devil Arm out here right now. ...Well and Artemis.

I see...[Didn't make it easier to bear the pressure she felt. But at least he thought some things through. Luckily she had no need for such weapons; the 7th sword was enough for a last resort.]

So...sorry about nearly cutting and burning this place down.

You wouldn't have been the first, and you wouldn't have gotten too far. Still, the fact you didn't is a good sign.

[He leans back in his chair, slipping Artemis back into the drawer, visibly relaxing.]

So. With that out of the way, how can I help?

An interview for a job, remember?

Oh shit, right.

[There's a yawn.]

Paperwork's been driving me nuts so I apologize my mind has been a little all over the place. Still, you've demonstrated some unique abilities, and seem to have quite the history with some demon bullshit so that's good.

What else can you do?

I'm a shinobi. So I can sneak around easy enough. Fast too so anyone normal can't keep track of me. And naturally I know how to blend in. I can keep track of those bothering you, keep damage to a minimum and all that.

I was at the top of my class before Dogen screwed all that up, so I know what I am doing.

[The talk of stealth gets an arched eyebrow. She seemed about as sneaky as him what with all those swords, and the fashion sense didn't exactly scream "ninja sneaking attire" but he doesn't say anything on that regard.]

That's good to hear. That said, I should probably mention that most of the stuff we deal with in Attleton is... fairly low on the threat priority. You're gonna have a lot of paperwork and reports to file about really petty shit.

[He motions to a stack of papers on his desk.]

That's all just stupid shit like people complaining about bushes too close to property lines, lawn gnomes, and shit. Think you can handle that?

That's it huh? This city full of that many whiners?

[She shrugs.]

Fine I guess I can deal with that. Better than the last job at least.

They've not got a whole lot going for 'em.

[He snorts a bit. Another hand to help with the paperwork.]

Alright, I'll file the necessary papers and be in touch with ya.

So that's it? I expected more honestly.

[Job interviews were usually a lot longer than this. Then again she also had to forge a fake resume in some places.]

One of the perks of calling the shots here is I get to choose how people are hired, so, yeah.

[There's a shrug.]

I'm generally a pretty good judge of character, and hate long drawn out bullshit. So yeah. That's it.

Fine. Guess I'll take that as a good thing; less time here. Later.

[With that she rises from her chair...and vanishes as smoke suddenly appears. Once it's clear she is gone without a peep.

Barring the door opening and closing obviously. She ain't no Shadowcat.]

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