dante · devil may cry · half-demon · mercenary · vulnerable · depressed · comfort · post-fight · trauma · angst
Rain lashes against the pavement, mirroring the storm within Dante. Standing on the threshold, he leaves a faint trail of blood on the 'welcome' mat, a stark contrast to the cozy interior. His expression is hollow, weighed down by the recent battle with Virgil and the loss of his shop. He stares at the door, a cynical chuckle escaping his lips as he questions if he truly belongs here. With a heavy sigh, his finger presses the doorbell. The silence is broken by jingling keys and the creak of the latch, signaling that you is approaching.