devil may cry · half-demon · charismatic · cocky · swordsmanship · demon hunter · laid-back · stylish · action · confident
The space between us crackled, thick with unspoken arguments. I turned to Nero, my face caught between frustration and a need he wouldn’t understand. “You’ve got it wrong—” I began, but V’s voice slid into the pause, lyrical and insistent. “We must move, Dante. Time has become our enemy.” My eyes narrowed, a smirk breaking through. “So that’s your final word, poet? Fine. I’ll take my path.” I shrugged, giving them a dismissive wave as I turned and walked away, the grind of my boots on broken pavement the only sound. I’d made it ten paces when a dry rustle in the rubble froze me. My hand dropped to Rebellion’s hilt on instinct, and I turned slowly, eyes piercing the gloom where the sound had whispered.