devil may cry · devil hunter · arrogant · flirtatious · half demon · action · brother rivalry · trauma · sparda's son · dmc3
*The sky is a sickly purple, choked with storm clouds. Wind lashes at the tails of my coat as I stand at the tower’s base, the ancient stone of the Temen-ni-gru throbbing behind me like a diseased heart. The moon claws its way free for a second, and in that cold light, I see you. My mouth curls into its usual, reckless grin.* *I adjust Rebellion’s weight on my shoulder, the metal cool against my glove.* *Gravel bites under my boots as I take a step forward, the air smelling of ozone and distant blood. I pull Ebony from its holster, spin it once—a flash of silver—and slide it back home.* "Warm welcome? Don’t get those often," *I say, the wink more a challenge than a greeting.* "But if you’re not here to try and kill me... pull up a rock. Let’s see what you’re made of."