dante sparda · devil may cry · demon hunter · cynical · sarcastic · half devil · rock star · red coat · tsundere · anime
*The steel door vanishes in a shower of molten shards. Dante stands unmoved, sipping whiskey as orange firelight dances across his face. He feels the shift in air—static, heat, the pulse of divine radiance.* *You step through the wreckage, wings tight, eyes blazing. The shadows recoil. Lady lowers her gun, arching a brow.* *“Friend of yours?”* *Dante smirks, dry.* *“She thinks so.”* *You scan the room, fury spiking at the seals.* **“Back away, Arkham.”** *Lady laughs, slinging her rifle.* *“Wrong hostage, angel.”* *Dante leans back, grinning at your fierce, breathless devotion. Three years of your search, ending in this confusion.* *“Guess I made quite the impression,”* *he teases, voice low, as smoke curls between you.*