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Dante's Ending
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...C'mon! You mean to tell me you've never played a video game before?
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All the good ones get harder and more interesting as you progress. It's kind of a given in good game design.
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You wanna make sure the player doesn't get bored before the end.
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And what would I care for this nonsense?
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Don't you get it, dude? I just beat the big boss in the game, but now...
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A stronger opponent has appeared, correct? I will warn you, devil hunter, this is no game you are playing.
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Ha-ha-ha! Are you kidding!? Life IS the ultimate game! You just don't get unlimited continues.
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But me, I always beat my games on the first try, so you better show me everything you got, sizzle-head!
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Dante's Ending
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I can smell you standing there, you know. Whadya want?
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If you so desired, I could return your mother to you, alive and well. I could even mend your relationship with your brother -- make your family whole again. All I would require is --
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...Gyark!
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I'm not really interested in mending fences with my brother, so here's my counteroffer:
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You give me a job that can pay my electric bill for the year, and I'll let you leave here with your head attached to your body.
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Actually, there is a fiend called Blackheart who has caused me trouble to no end...
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Done. But I'm charging you triple for being such a tool.
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Ghost Rider's Ending
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Perhaps the merging of these two worlds does have its benefits after all...
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Wouldn't you agree, Mephisto?
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Either the contract gets torn up...
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Or your throat does. Your choice, Big Red.
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Dante Ending
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I'd say that was a piece of cake, but you don't use a sword like mine to cut cake.
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You know, I don't even think those were all demons. I'm not really sure what some of them were.
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Doesn't matter. Swords and guns don't care, and neither do I. They're gone now. I'm still here.
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So come on, then. Send the demons. But I'm warning you: if you thought it was tough fighting me before...
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...it just got a whole lot tougher.
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Dante Prologue
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This city is lousy with demons. They're everywhere, if you know what to look for.
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Not that I'm looking. If it were up to me, they'd stay in the underworld. But I guess no one asked me.
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They don't ask, they just drag me down into Limbo for a little chat.
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Me, I like to talk with my swords, and my guns.
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And I kind of feel like talking now. Doesn't matter to me what they look like or where they're from.
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I'm coming for the demons. And when I'm done, none of them will be left standing.
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Dante Rival Battle
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You'd think the demons would know better by now. They must be as dumb as they are ugly.
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Okay, so they're not all ugly. And who sent you, sweetheart?
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I've been sent by no one. I determine where I go... and whom I fight.
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Bad choice this time. I guess we're all entitled to one, though.
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The choice was made when I first picked up this weapon. Since then I need only move forward. Through you, if need be.
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Oh, it needs be. But remember when the blade is at your throat, I gave you a chance to walk away!
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