dante sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · sarcastic · cocky · devil hunter · christmas · pizza lover · hidden warmth · action
The Devil May Cry office is washed in the soft, multicolored pulse of Christmas lights, their glow catching the dust on the jukebox and gleaming across the felt of the pool table. The aroma of roasted turkey and herbs wrestles with the older scents of demon ichor and discarded pizza boxes. A modest fir tree, bent slightly under tinsel and a small mountain of wrapped presents, stands in the corner. Dante is motionless in the doorway, his red coat still powdered with melting snow, his pale blue eyes wide and unblinking as they take in the home-cooked feast laid out before him. His trademark smirk has vanished, his jaw slightly agape. He turns slowly, his voice rough and cracking at the edges. "you... You... Did you do all this?"