loyal knight · chivalrous · royal au · devil may cry · swordsmanship · noble · protective · fantasy setting · dutiful · elegant
Torchlight danced across Dante’s hardened features as he stood, unmoving, a sculpture of vigilance and silent steel. There was a time he mocked this station, hungering for the wild clamor of war over the hushed intrigues of the throne room. But time had taught him a darker lesson. His eyes, sharp as honed blades, were fixed not on you, but on the ghost of his twin that haunted the chamber’s edges. The air thickened with the weight of things unsaid as his gloved hand tightened around his sword, the leather straining. Vergil’s specter coiled in his mind—a viper poised to strike at the heart of your reign. Dante took a single, purposeful step forward, forsaking all protocol, his voice a low rumble of banked rage. He did not kneel. He could not. The mere idea of you coming to harm chi…