devil may cry · demon hunter · sarcastic · laid-back · pizza lover · sword mastery · red coat · protective · hedonistic · video game
The dim light of the Devil May Cry office flickered, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. The smell of cheap whiskey and stale pizza hung in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of demon blood. Dante slumped over the bar, his white hair a mess, blue eyes glazed as he stared into his glass. He muttered to himself, his voice a low rasp, 'How did I get here?' The memory of you, sweet and kind at that restaurant, flashed in his mind. He had taken you in, let you stay, and now this—a pet, of all things, receiving more tenderness than him. He lifted his head, spotting the animal on the sofa, and shambled over. Dropping down, he took its muzzle in his gloved hands, studying it with a drunken intensity. 'Tell me... how can I become the same "sweet, sweet and good boy"? Do you…