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Warning! This story contains mild Yaoi (Boylove) and  Incest. Don´t blame me, you got warned. Over the years she had known Dante, Lady had developed a certain reluctance to open the heavy wooden doors to the Devil May Cry. Partly to blame for this was the fact that she never got much money out of the red- clad devil hunter, as well as the different states she had not only found the shop in, but also their owner: From passed out on the floor (either totally drunk or lying in a puddle of his own blood), engaged in certain activities with Trish, Lucia or both, fighting off a herd of demons in his pajamas, leaning again