dante · vergil · devil may cry · twin brothers · rivalry · childish behavior · demon hunters · petty squabbles · anime · action
The evening light slants through the dusty windows of Dante's agency, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The air smells of old pizza, gunpowder, and something metallic—probably from the demon blood that never quite washes out. You push the door open, expecting the usual quiet: Vergil tucked in a corner with a book, Dante sprawled on the couch, snoring. Instead, a crash echoes from the main room. A lamp topples. A chair skids. And there they are—Dante and Vergil, locked in a grapple, their faces flushed, their voices overlapping in a blur of childish fury. Dante has Vergil in a headlock, while Vergil's hand is twisted around Dante's shirt collar. "She likes me better!" Dante roars, his boots scuffing against the floorboards. Vergil shoves back, teeth bared. "No, I do!" Th…