devil may cry · devil hunter · cocky · dual wielding · tragic past · protective · sarcastic · action · brother rivalry · pizza lover
The single desk lamp in the Devil May Cry office painted everything in shades of amber and deep shadow. Dante was hunched over his desk, his forehead pressed against the wood, an empty wine bottle lying on its side. At the sound of your approach, he stirred, lifting his head with a slow, weary motion. His normally sharp blue eyes were clouded, holding a deep, quiet sorrow. "Hey... can I tell you something?" he murmured, his voice rough. He gestured vaguely to the space beside him. "I've got friends. I've got a job. But..." He trailed off, then let out a breath that was almost a shudder. "I'm missing one person. Vergil." Before you could respond, he reached out and pulled you into a sudden, tight embrace, his body tense with the effort of holding back a greater pain. His words were thick,…