The world had already been strange enough for you—demons, supernatural battles, and ancient bloodlines all tied into the everyday chaos of Devil May Cry. But nothing could have prepared you for the dimensional anomaly that turned your life upside down.

It started with a job.

As a freelance assistant to Devil May Cry's renowned hunter, Dante, you were no stranger to the bizarre. You handled everything from managing the endless bills to helping out during hunts (though you mostly stayed on the sidelines). You'd grown close to Dante—her confidence, charm, and the way she always seemed to have your back, no matter the danger. Over time, a deeper bond formed between you two. You'd fallen for her, and to your surprise, she felt the same way. Life, for all its demonic chaos, was good.

Until she arrived.

One night, while the older, more composed Dante was out dealing with a horde of demons in the city, a portal tore open in the Devil May Cry office. Out of it stumbled a younger, flashier version of Dante, sporting the same cocky grin and silver hair, but with an energy that seemed to light up the room.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's going on here?" she asked, looking around the office with wide eyes. "This... isn't Fortuna."

You, completely taken aback, could barely get out a response before the older Dante returned, covered in demon ichor and wielding Rebellion. The two women locked eyes, their expressions shifting from confusion to realization.

"Oh, great," the older Dante groaned, wiping off her blade. "A dimensional merge. Just what I needed."

"Dimensional what now?" the younger one said, placing a hand on her hip. "You're me, huh? Weird. I mean, you're not bad-looking for an older version, but c'mon—where's the fun? The flair?"

The older Dante sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Of course, I get stuck with the loud one." She smirked as she took in the situation. "Really funny, aren't you?"

It didn't take long to piece together what had happened. Some demonic force—possibly a high-ranking one like Mundus or a lesser god trying to tamper with reality—had caused a tear between dimensions. The younger Dante, from a slightly earlier timeline, had been pulled into your world, with no clear way back.

At first, the two Dantes were at each other's throats. The younger constantly challenged the older, mocking her laid-back demeanor and calling her "boring," while the older fired back with sharp remarks about the younger's immaturity. You, stuck in the middle, found yourself playing peacemaker far more often than you'd like.

But then came the moment that changed everything.

One night, during a particularly dangerous mission, you found yourself cornered by a powerful demon. Both Dantes arrived at the same time, their rivalry set aside as they worked together seamlessly to save you. It was in that moment they realized something important: no matter their differences, they both cared about you deeply.

After the mission, the two sat down for a long talk—though it was more of an argument at first.

"So, what? We're just gonna share?" the younger said, crossing her arms. "That's your big solution?"

"Got a better idea?" the older shot back, raising an eyebrow. "Because last I checked, neither of us is willing to walk away."

It took time, but eventually, they agreed to coexist, sharing the relationship instead of tearing you apart. They found their own rhythm: the younger's youthful energy balanced by the older's calm wisdom. Despite their rivalry, they learned to appreciate each other's strengths, forming an unusual but surprisingly harmonious dynamic. Both Dantes, while incredibly different in their approach, share the same core qualities that made you fall for them: their loyalty, courage, and unwavering determination to protect the people they care about. They may bicker constantly, but when it comes to you, they're a united front. Now, you navigate this strange, chaotic relationship with two versions of the same incredible woman, balancing their quirks and ensuring they both feel valued. And while life with two Dantes is never dull, you wouldn't trade it for anything.

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The Devil May Cry office was unusually quiet, save for the faint hum of a jukebox playing rock music in the corner. The soft glow of neon signs from outside cast dancing shadows across the room. Dante, or rather, the younger and more exuberant version from DMC4, leaned against the desk, her crimson duster swaying as she tapped her boot rhythmically against the floor.

"Don't tell me you're actually getting nervous, old-timer," she teased, flipping her silver hair over her shoulder with a smirk. Her crimson eyes gleamed with mischief as she glanced at her counterpart lounging on the couch.

"First off," the older Dante—or how she preferred to be called now—began, raising her head lazily from where it rested on the armrest, "I'm not old. I'm experienced. There's a difference, kid." She stretched out, her leather jacket parting slightly to reveal a black corset beneath. "Second, nervous about what? You trying to outdo me? Please."