Devil May Cry: Revolution

Epilogue

Three months later

Dante sat in his chair, feet draped across his desk with a box of pizza on one side and a case of Budweiser on the other. He'd managed to avoid the king every time he stopped by to wipe his memory clean of the events that'd transpired but deep down Dante knew he was about to get caught.

"Like right about now..." He muttered. "Nice you again Tennessee."

"It was only a matter of time Dante. I got Nero and Kyrie two months ago you know and it gets rather frustrating when you know where someone is but they're gone by the time you get there. They can't wipe my memory until I wipe yours." Memphis replied leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

"Hoo, even as far as to erase your memory? Man these guys are tight assed."

"Enough joking half-breed. Let's go."

"Hmm... You take requests?"

"What?"

"There's one memory from all this I'd like to keep..."

"Dante, you know I can't do that."

"Come on, just the memory of my father. I'd like to keep that." Dante looked at Memphis trying his best not to let his emotion show how much he wanted to keep the last moments of his father alive. "That's probably the one thing I'd kill to keep. Watching my father save ours lives like that, it's not something I'll ever get to see again."

"... I'll think about it." Memphis turned to walk it off but stopped when Dante got up and followed him.

"Why don't we talk about it? I know of a great bar not far from here." Dante said with a grin as he put his arm on Memphis's shoulder.

"You want me to go to a bar with you...?" Memphis more stated then asked.

"Sure! The chicks will certainly dig that Harley of yours."

"Funny, REAL funny."

"What, you don't do bar pickups?"

"I don't do human anymore."

"Ha-ha, alright. Then why don't we just go for a casual drink and talk about this?"

It took Dante at least five more minutes to convince the demon king to go with him and at least an hour and half more to convince him to let him keep the last memory of his father he had. It probably didn't help that Dante kept going off topic about something completely unrelated to the reason he'd asked Memphis to do this but in the end he got what he wanted. Now came the hard part, letting go of everything else.

"So uh... How's this gonna work? You gonna knock me out or something?"

"Nope. It's a lot simpler then you think."

"Do you need me to get up or something?"

"It's already done Dante." Memphis looked at the hunter when he felt him looking at him. "You'll still have the memory of your father, but everything else will be gone by tomorrow." The king finished off his drink and stood up to leave.

"That was quick... How long will it take me to forget you?"

"You'll have forgotten me by the time I get around the corner..." Memphis patted Dante on the shoulder and headed to the door. "Take care of yourself kid."

"You too Tennessee..." Dante smiled to himself and watched as Memphis walked out of the building and hopped on his bike. He could already feel the memory of it all slipping from his grasp as Memphis revved the engine and sped off down the street. Each block that sped past the king slowly felt like it was sucking away everything he knew about the man until he turned the corner taking what was left of him and the events from three months ago with him. "You too..."