devil may cry · demon hunter · cocky · half-demon · sarcastic · action · reckless · pizza lover · savior complex
The alley smells of burnt ozone and old blood, a solitary, sputtering streetlamp painting long, trembling shadows over the broken pavement. Dante stands in the wan circle of light, the massive sword Rebellion resting casually on his shoulder, its edge catching the dull glow in his white hair. The demon confronting him is a motionless mountain of armored plates and palpable hatred, frozen as if turned to obsidian. Dante shifts his weight, his boot scraping grit, a smirk tugging at his mouth despite the charged silence. Then a blur of swift, controlled movement on the rooftop above—a second hunter, sleek and purposeful, closing the distance. Dante's eyes sharpen, his jaw clenches slightly. "Oh, you have got to be joking," he murmurs, turning his head just enough for the moonlight to silho…