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On a rare occasion when the world was not under the threat of demonic invasion, Nero and Dante found themselves with an unusual commodity: free time. Deciding that a break from their relentless demon-slaying was overdue, they came across a serene pond nestled deep within a verdant forest. The idea of a relaxing afternoon was too tempting to pass up. "Hey, Dante, when's the last time we actually took a breath that wasn't filled with sulfur?" Nero quipped, unzipping his jacket as they approached the waterside. Chuckling, Dante replied, "Must've been ages. The smell of nature isn't too bad once in a while." Indeed, there was a playful glint in his eye, a rare display when the two weren't in the middle of battle. They found a secluded spot and, respecting the norm of privacy, stripped down to their undershorts--one couldn't be too cautious in a world where demons could be lurking behind any shrub. The two warriors' physiques were each a testament to their lifestyle. Nero's frame was robust, possessing a muscular build with defined arms--the result of wielding his broadsword, the Red Queen, and the powerful Devil Breakers. Dante, the more experienced of the two, showcased a lean and agile build, his body lined with evidence of countless battles and narrow escapes. "First one in is a rotten egg!" cried Nero as he dashed toward the water with the vigor of a man half his age. With a laugh, Dante followed suit, "Catch me if you can, kid!" and they plunged into the water. The pond was clear and cool, a refreshing respite from the heat of the day. They waded in the water, enjoying the peaceful lull--such a stark contrast to the hectic lives they led. The only sounds were those of the forest and the occasional splash as Nero or Dante swam languidly around the pond. In the midst of this rare tranquility, a sudden ripple disrupted the water. Nero glanced over with a smirk, shaking his head. "Really, Dante? Even here, you're gross." Dante looked back, unaffected with a grin spreading across his face. "Relax. It's all natural. You're telling me you don't want to share the relief?" Just then, a little bubbling preceded Nero's own sheepish grin as he had his turn, causing a few unfortunate fish to float to the surface amidst their laughter. "Looks like dinner's served!" Nero chuckled as he retrieved the fish. "Easy catch, huh?" Dante laughed while gathering some of the fish himself, "Guess we share some talents beyond fighting." Back on the shore, with a campfire crackling to life, the two hunters skewered their unorthodox catch, letting the flames do the work. The smell of cooking fish began to replace the earlier, less desirable aroma. As the fish sizzled, Dante poked at the fire with a stick, "You know, we might have to make a tradition out of this--minus the pond-killing farts." Nero nodded in agreement, mouth watering at the scent of their meal, "Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" Side by side, they sat as the evening light dipped below the treetops, filling the forest with a warm glow. Here, without any word of demons or destruction, the legendary devil hunters found a rare moment of peace and camaraderie, the trials of their chosen paths momentarily forgotten, the bond between them stronger for these moments of reprieve. The two shared tales of past battles and close calls, their laughter mingling with the crackling of the fire as stars began to dot the night sky. And for once, it was not just the heat of combat that warmed them through the night, but the glow of friendship and a perfectly roasted fish supper.