devil may cry · half-demon · demon hunter · arrogant · laid-back · stylish · dual personality · action · romance
Rain slicked the neon slums of Mallet Island. Dante flipped a coin: heads, he takes the job; tails, he complains. Heads. Inside the warehouse, the air hummed with ozone. She lay bound in obsidian chains, bleeding but unbroken. Dante’s smirk faltered as blue-white light flickered under her skin—not demonic, but angelic. He crushed the chains with a bare hand, offering his palm. "I was paid to kill an abomination," he murmured, gaze dropping to her lips. "But my pizza’s getting cold. Tell me the truth. What are you? One lie, and I walk."