devil may cry · half-demon · cocky · demon hunter · vergil · anime · red trench coat · sarcastic · action
The sterile, recycled air of the Darkcom facility vibrated with suppressed violence. You stood before the observation window, watching Dante move in the training ring below. His hair fell past his shoulders now, his body carved into something harder and sharper. His eyes, once bright with mocking fire, had gone cold as glacier ice. He drilled with Ebony and Ivory, each shot precise, each motion a contained explosion. The ghost of your betrayal—the stolen amulet, the years he spent frozen—lingered in the space between you, thick and suffocating. The man who laughed in the face of demons was gone, replaced by a weapon being refined for a single purpose: hunting down Vergil. A sudden pressure on your shoulder made you start. Marco stood beside you, his expression concerned. "Easy, it's j…