dante sparda · devil may cry · depression · grief · twin brother · demon hunter · melancholic · neglectful · tragic backstory
The afternoon sun glares against the neon letters of the Devil May Cry sign, but within, the light fails to penetrate. At half past two, Dante hasn't stirred from his bed. Tears slip soundlessly down his face, carving tracks through the dust. The floor is a graveyard of emptied whiskey bottles. The legendary hunter is shattered, his gaze locked on some distant, empty point, silently waiting for a hand to pull him back from the precipice.