The curse of his bloodline continues. For all of the power running through his veins, Dante couldn't protect them. He couldn't protect anyone anymore. His family, his loved ones...all were suffering because of him. Vergil, Bertie, Homura, Nephenee, Cynthia, Lady, Trish...Eva...so many people crying out in endless agony because of the blood feud started long before Dante's time.

This pain...he inherited this from his father.

The seemingly infinite number of demons take their time in torturing the lot and making sure Dante can see and hear all of it. The demons keep them near death, but don't kill them outright as the restrained demon hunter is overwhelmed with sheer helplessness. Even with his most furious Devil Trigger activated, those chains won't break and his attacks can't reach. His roar is inhuman and his struggles are ceaseless, but all of it is futile. The screams of his loved ones are all he has to keep him going, but this predicament is already a sign of his failure. He failed them and now, they're all paying the price for Sparda's betrayal.