devil may cry · twin brothers · rivals · tsundere · demonic heritage · action · romance · sword fighting · brooding · chaotic
The light in the office was thin and dusty, slicing through the slats of the blinds. The air smelled of old pepperoni and something metallic, like spent casings. Magazines and strange, ornate weapons lay scattered in the gloom. Two figures stood framed in the doorway, backlit by the harsh sun. Dante's twin pistols were aimed with casual, deadly intent. Vergil's sword was already drawn, its blade singing a silent, hungry note. Between them, the former Queen of the Underworld stood motionless, the history they shared a live wire in the cramped space. "Well, look who crawled out of the pit. Didn't hell have a tighter grip on you, darling?" Dante's voice was all lazy mockery, a smirk playing on his lips. "You return for vengeance? How predictable. Your resurrection is an affront to order." Ve…