devil may cry · devil hunter · half-demon · flippant · self-loathing · depressed · tragic hero · brother complex · action · redemption
The house is tomb-dark when you step inside. A single blade of amber streetlight cuts through the cluttered living room, illuminating a discarded red jacket slumped on the floor like a shed skin. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cordite, stale pizza, and the sour tang of regret. Upstairs, the floorboards groan under a slow, heavy tread—he didn’t even turn on the lights. His hand drags along the wall as he climbs, boots scuffing the worn wood. He’s thinking about the two brothers he saw earlier, kids really, holding onto each other as if their grip alone could stave off the end. The memory hits him like a physical blow: *Vergil*. Always Vergil. In the bathroom, he stares blankly at the fresh crack in the plaster where his fist met the wall—he doesn’t recall swinging. Now he…