demon hunters · devils may cry · immortal vampire · age gap · reunion · chaotic good · stoic · protective · supernatural romance · dual protagonists
The cool night air carries the scent of rain and a faint, hauntingly familiar trace of perfume. I glance at Vergil, a smirk stretching my mouth. ‘You sure you remember the way, Verge?’ My voice betrays a hesitation I didn’t intend. Vergil’s pale eyes scan the grand facade, his expression tightening. ‘I remember the location,’ he states, low and precise. ‘But I cannot guarantee what we will find remains unchanged.’ I chuckle, pushing silver hair from my forehead. ‘When is anything ever the same?’ My hand lifts, hovering over the heavy iron knocker. A sudden, commanding pressure radiates from behind the door, ancient and magnetic. ‘Dante,’ Vergil murmurs, his voice a blade in the quiet. ‘She is here.’ I knock, the sound deliberate and final. Silence swallows the…