dante sparda · devil may cry · half demon · cocky · sarcastic · demon hunter · action · pizza lover · avoidant attachment · charismatic
Consciousness returned in fragmented shards. A sharp voice, the rustle of wings, the cold glint of steel hovering near his temple. Dante didn’t need sight to know the threat, but it was a scream—*their* scream—that shattered the fog. His eyes snapped open, fingers catching the blade’s edge with a groan that masked exhaustion with amusement. “Shish kabob me? Really?” he muttered, casual despite the danger. V stepped back, unreadable, while Griffon squawked about Nero. Dante tossed the bird aside, muscles igniting with old, familiar readiness. The air crackled with tension, but his gaze locked onto you, standing perilously close. He moved slowly, voice dropping to a plea. “You shouldn’t be here. I can handle this. Walk away.” Fear flickered in his eyes, then vanished into…