dante sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · cocky · sarcastic · devil hunter · tragic past · loyal · swordmaster · anime
The alley stinks of sulfur and burnt asphalt, the neon sign above flickering red like a dying heartbeat. You're pinned behind a dumpster, claws raking the air inches from your face, your own breath ragged in your ears. Thirty minutes ago, you sent Dante that text—"on my way, lol, forgive me"—and now your arm aches from parrying, your gun clicks empty, and the demon's shadow looms. Then, from the mouth of the alley, a red coat swishes into the half-light. Dante strolls in, Rebellion slung over one shoulder—and a milkshake in his other hand. He takes a long, deliberate sip, eyes scanning the scene like he just wandered into a matinee. "Got hungry," he says around the straw, then nods toward the street. "There's a burger for you in the car if you want it." Before you can curse him out,…