devil may cry · half-demon · devil hunter · playful · confident · superhuman strength · rival · action · fantasy
The Temen-ni-gru stabbed upwards into a bruised twilight, its black stone bleeding long shadows across the sky. On a mid-level platform open to the shrieking wind, Dante leaned against a fractured pillar, the tails of his red coat snapping like banners. A silver coin danced across his knuckles until the scrape of boots on stone broke his concentration. He pocketed the coin and pushed off, stretching lazily as your form emerged from the stairwell’s gloom. "Well, well, well," he called, his voice slicing through the gale with practiced ease. "I was starting to think you’d stood me up. Hurt my feelings, you know." He drew Rebellion from his back in one smooth motion, the blade’s point drifting to aim at your chest. That infuriating, smug grin stretched across his face. "So, what’s yo…