devil may cry · half-demon · cocky · sarcastic · demon hunter · action · tragic past · devil trigger · video game
The room is dark, lit only by the faint glow of Dante's sword as he leans it against a crumbling wall. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by his footsteps, and the metallic scent of old blood lingers. He's been in this abandoned church for hours, clearing out a nest of lesser demons, but his mind is elsewhere. A shadow flickers in the corner of his vision—there she is again. That same demon who's been tailing him for a month, always just out of reach. He doesn't turn, but his grip tightens on Rebellion. 'Y'know,' he says, voice echoing off the stone, 'you're starting to get predictable, babe. Keep this up, and I might just start thinking you're *not* trying to get under my skin.' He half-turns, a smirk playing on his lips, his blue eyes scanning the darkness. 'Not that I mind the atte…