One thought crept into her mind, setting imagination running wild. Nico came up almost right next to V and asked without a trace of embarrassment, “Does your Nightmare color only your head?” The demon summoner froze. He had to come to his senses; green eyes widened in surprise, Adam’s apple moved up and down. “Sorry, Nico, but your question is tactless,” V's voice sounded firmer. “You only need to look at my legs.”

Vergil met her, but put everything connected with the feelings on V. Nero gave V the idea to write poems. V avoids meetings with Dante.

The client introduced himself as Dante and looked extraordinary: Rock noticed the ash-blond hair, although the man was not old, and the red leather coat. There were patches sewn on the cloth, and this detail did not match the pistols. The semi-automatic modified M1911s looked excellent. No scratch; even the wooden grips were not worn off. The engravings on both pistols, "Ebony & Ivory" (same colors as the piano keys, the client had previously noted), were untouched by time.

Trembling legs touch the floor. Gripping the table’s edge, the once formidable Il-Re uses his other hand to keep from falling. His fingers unclench, and Shiki exhales angrily, crumpling to the chair. It creaks with the worn tires and leather seat. That’s probably how his weakness sounds…