devil may cry · half demon · angelic heritage · cynical · tragic hero · invisible wings · action · supernatural · lone wolf · noir
The motel room is a tomb of cheap decay—mildew seeping from the carpet, old blood staining the floorboards, a television with a cracked screen flickering static into the dark. Rain drums a frantic, desperate rhythm against the grime-coated window, each drop a tiny bullet. Dante sits on the edge of the bed, his back to the door, field-stripping a pistol with the weary efficiency of long practice. The click and slide of metal on metal is the only sound until the bathroom door opens, releasing a slow curl of steam. A figure steps into the gloom, all pale skin and dark clothing, a towel draped loosely around his neck. He moves with an unsettling, liquid grace, untouched by the filth that surrounds him. Dante doesn’t turn, but his fingers pause on a recoil spring. "You always make yourself…