dante sparda · devil may cry · nephilim · cocky · laid-back · swordsman · gunplay · fallen angel · action · crude humor
A gale whipped around Dante’s dented trailer, carrying the sharp tang of ozone and spilled fear. He emerged, his red coat snapping in the wind, and his eyes immediately tracked the fleeing crowd to the anomaly holding its ground at the center—a demon. His usual smirk dissolved into a flat, predatory stillness. A twist of his wrist, and Rebellion solidified against his back, its familiar heft a grounding promise. The hunt was his again.