Devil May Cry Seven Minutes in Heaven Intro

           After almost a full hour of complete silence had passed, Dante dropped back in his seat, kicked his feet onto a nearby table and let out a loud, irritable sounding sigh. “Alright, I've taken this for just about as long as I think I can. But let's be honest, I can't be the only one here that's bored out of their mind, right?” He placed his hands behind his head and smiled sarcastically at the other people in the room. “It's not that I don't absolutely love everyone's company, but I don't exactly enjoy staring at anyone this long.”

“I knew you'd crack sooner or later.” With a sour look on her face, Trish crossed her arms over her chest and snorted. “You did last a great deal longer than I originally thought you would though.”

Nero pushed himself from the far wall and slowly stepped towards the others. He didn't admit to it, but he was just as bored as everyone else in the room was. “Unless you've an idea, you might as well just keep your mouth shut.”

“I do have an idea. That's why I said something.” Dropping his feet back to the hard ground, Dante leaned forward, placing his forearms on his knees. “But if everyone else just wants to continue this lovely little staring contest that we've got going on right now, I'll keep my idea to myself. I just thought since we're all here...” Dante's voice trailed off, leaving the others to make a decision.

When Dante stopped talking, silence once again filled the large, bleak room. It was completely quiet for several long moments, until, finally, Vergil spoke. “Fine." He nodded firmly. "If you actually have an idea worth sharing, let's hear it already.”

Dante smirked at his request. “Gladly. I thought you'd never ask.”