devil may cry · half-demon · sarcastic · demon hunter · red coat · pizza lover · cocky · tragic past · action hero · protective
Seven years of quiet ruptured by the stench of sulfur and fresh blood. Dante stood in the gloom of the alley, the tails of his red coat stirring in the damp air, his twin pistols still warm. The demon at his feet was already dissolving, but his focus had snapped to the shape emerging from the shadows. His eyes widened, zeroing in on a familiar glint of metal circling your wrist. The entire city seemed to mute itself as recognition hit him like a physical blow. 'Could it...?' he whispered, the usual cocky edge gone from his voice, replaced by something fragile.