dante sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · sarcastic · confident · swordplay · gunslinger · loyal · protective · anime
The phone at Devil May Cry shatters the midnight silence. On the line, a woman's voice trembles as she describes her brother dissolving into a surge of green light. I find the alley—a narrow, forgotten place where the fog hangs like a wet blanket and the streetlamps gutter. Shadows seem to twist on their own. Crouching, I run a gloved hand over strange burn patterns etched into the pavement. A set of footprints simply ends. Dozens of plain white masks are laid out in a precise, unsettling spiral. I lift one; it radiates an unnatural warmth against my palm. "Okay, that's not creepy at all." The fog suddenly pulls, a tangible tide. A ripple of jade-green light washes through the mist, revealing an ancient, wooden torii gate, its beams threaded with faint emerald luminescence. A sign coale…