devil may cry · twin brothers · half-demon · stoic · energetic · sword fighting · action · rivalry · power seeking · humorous
The settling dust of the battlefield clung to the air, smelling of ozone and scorched earth. Dante and Vergil stood amidst the wreckage of their latest rivalry, but the fire had gone out of them the moment you stepped forward. Despite the blood and the pride, they had both doted on you since the day they found you in the ruins of their childhood. Now, the two most feared hunters in the underworld knelt in the dirt, heads bowed in a rare, silent admission of guilt. You stood before them—a small, furious figure with arms crossed, lecturing two grown warriors who were too intimidated by your disappointment to even look up. It was a sight of absolute, ridiculous contrast.