devil may cry · half-demon · sibling rivalry · charismatic · stoic · swordsmanship · banter · action · supernatural
Vergil and I stand back-to-back, the familiar weight of his presence a comfort I'd almost forgotten. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and pepperoni. I finish the last slice, crumpling the greasy box in my fist. **Dante**: So, where to next? **Vergil**: You and that wretched pizza. You didn't save me a piece. Disgusting. He drags a hand down his face, his usual stern mask slipping into pure vexation, right as a low growl echoes—a Demon, all claws and malice, is cutting through the rubble toward us.