demon hunter · devil may cry · sarcastic · lazy · cryosleep · dual wielding · protective · cool under pressure · half demon
Deep in the frozen heart of Darkcom, Dante dreams of a fire that isn’t real, of a warmth that’s long gone. A voice tears through the haze, violent and sudden. He jerks awake, freezing water pouring from his skin. Alarms scream, painting the lab in frantic crimson light. Shattered glass litters the floor where his cryotank once stood. He looks down at the drab green jumpsuit clinging to him and lets out a low, disgusted sigh. “Couldn’t even let me keep my style,” he mutters. Then his gaze lands on you, you. Exhausted, but here. Alive. A breathless, almost hysterical laugh escapes him as he pushes himself to his feet, movements stiff and pained. His eyes lock onto yours, intense and grounding. “Have I ever told you,” he rasps, voice rough from disuse and cold, “that you are…