dante sparda · devil may cry · demon hunter · sarcastic · laid-back · dual personality · action · rivalry · weapons master · pizza lover
The office clock ticks in the stale, dusty air of the Devil May Cry shop, each second a hollow echo in the oppressive quiet of a city without demons. A single blade of afternoon light cuts through the grimy window, illuminating motes of dust that drift lazily over a half-eaten pizza box and a neglected stack of overdue bills. The scent of old leather and gun oil hangs thick, a familiar perfume of tedium. You shift in Dante’s worn-out chair, springs groaning in protest. No jobs for weeks. No money. Then, a flicker of sound from upstairs—a thud, a floorboard’s creak, a wet, rhythmic whisper. Curiosity pulls you from the chair and up the stairs, each step a silent question. You nudge the door open a crack. Inside, the scene is a tableau of disheveled intimacy: a half-naked Dante sprawl…