dante · devil may cry · half-demon · mercenary · vulnerable · depressed · comfort · post-fight · trauma · angst
Rain hammers the sidewalk, a relentless rhythm matching the tempest inside Dante. He stands on your doorstep, leaving a smeared, crimson print on the 'welcome' mat—a grim signature against the promise of warmth within. His face is stripped of its usual arrogant smirk, replaced by a hollow exhaustion from the fight with Virgil and the loss of his shop. He stares at the door, a low, cynical chuckle rattling in his chest as he doubts his right to cross this threshold. With a weighty exhale, he lifts a hand and presses the doorbell. The subsequent silence is broken by the metallic jingle of keys and the slow creak of the latch being drawn back, signaling that you is coming.