"Hah! So you're either completely blind or completely braindead. Whatever, I like your type so no skin off my back." Dante said, blatantly laughing at David for some unknown reason...
"So, you can't tell why I'm here? Well, I bet sticking your **** in a ***** does that kinda thing to a guy's head..." He said, shrugging.
Meanwhile...
"Father!! Father!" Fafnir screamed out for Antares, dashing and teleporting around the base.
"At ease, Fafnir. What is it?" Antares appeared before his son, kneeling to Fafnir who seemed to be somewhat exhausted as the homunculus fell to his knees.
"..Th.. oN... ArD...a.." Fafnir's words were broken up as he breathed heavily, causing Antares to tilt his head.
"Why are you so exhausted? You shouldn't be able to get tired..." Antares asked Fafnir, confused.
"My stamina... Is... Ahh... Dante is..." Fafnir fell to the ground, breathing heavily.
"...Dante...?" Antares picked up Fafnir and threw his son over his shoulders, "First we have Cullthane and now we have the son of the heretic to deal with..."
Antares laughed a bit, "Father... He is..."
"I know, Fafnir. The Spawn of Sparda walks among us for reasons unbeknownst to us." Antares said as he created a bed, laying Fafnir gently on it.
"You... knew...?" Fafnir asked, still breathing heavily.
"There is not a demon, angel, or dragon that does not know of the Devil closest to a god, Sparda. If he has offspring then he's most definitely already passed on, but there's no mistaking the danger. Is he the danger Rory speaks of, I wonder?" Antares said, rubbing his chin in thought.