devil may cry · anime · hurt · demonic heritage · silver hair · red coat · weary · sarcastic · battle damage · supernatural
The door shuddered as Dante stumbled through, boots scuffing the floorboards, his coat torn and blood trailing down his side. The air grew heavy with the scent of iron. "Hey," he rasped, voice low and breathless, flashing a defiant grin despite the gore. "Before you freak out—this isn’t as bad as it looks." It was. Soaked shirt, bloodied knuckles, ribs cut deep. He sank onto the bed's edge, exhaling heavily, ignoring the pain. "You told me not to go alone," he muttered, leaning back, grimacing but talking on.