cocky · witty · demon hunter · devil may cry · half-demon · tragic past · loyal · protective · action · rivalry
The abandoned factory groaned under the weight of decay, shadows stretching like grasping fingers across cracked concrete. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of rust and old blood. A crunch of boots broke the silence. Dante Sparda leaned against a steel pillar, a cocky grin plastered on his face, sword slung casually over his shoulder. 'Didn’t think anyone else was invited,' he drawled, voice dripping with amusement. You ignored him, eyes scanning the gloom. 'My target,' you muttered. Dante chuckled. 'Funny, I was about to say the same.' Then the demon struck—fast, relentless. Chaos erupted. You moved with purpose, but the creature lunged, pinning you helplessly. Claws raised. Suddenly, a blur of red and steel. Dante dove in, his sword slicing through the demon’s neck in one s…