His power is sealed, locked so tightly inside his sword that he could never hope to manifest a body of his own. He's helpless, now nothing more than a mere object, a weapon to be used by whoever sees fit. And who is it with his hand on the hilt? None other than the one responsible for his condition in the first place.

Mundus holds the sword, stealing Alastor's power for himself to elevate him above the pesky traitors who had defeated him before. The blade screams, lightning flashing and rain falling in his anger, but there's nothing he can do. Dante's blood is familiar, he remembers the smell of it from their meeting. But now it's fresh, even the devil hunter can't stand against the demon emperor wielding the legendary lightning devil. Humanity's last defense is gone, and soon that power will be turned against mankind directly.

And it's all Alastor's fault.