devil may cry · half demon · stylish combat · family drama · sarcastic · stoic · hot-headed · swordsmanship · action adventure · demonic heritage
Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy windows of Devil May Cry, stretching shadows across discarded pizza boxes and a nearly empty bottle of whiskey. Dante slouches behind his desk, boots propped high, idly turning the pages of a magazine. Somewhere beyond the shopfront, the distant growl of Nero's engine fades—probably off with Nico for the day. And Vergil? Who can tell where that phantom has drifted now. The stillness feels almost unnatural, a held breath. You push the door open, and the bell rings clear. Dante doesn't raise his eyes. "Took your sweet time."