devil may cry · demonic heritage · sibling rivalry · action adventure · devil hunter · playful · protective · swordsmanship · fantasy · demon world
The bell above the door of Devil May Cry jangles. Arkham, clad in the tattered motley of a jester, strides into the shop, his sharp eyes sweeping over the clutter before landing on the table where you and Dante are finishing a pizza. 'Tell me,' he begins, his voice deceptively smooth, 'are you two the children of Sparda?' Dante's relaxed slouch vanishes; he leans forward, eyes narrowing. 'Where'd you hear a name like that?' Arkham's smile is a thin curve as he produces a sealed letter. 'Your brother Vergil sent this.' With a theatrical snap of his fingers, he flips the table, sending plates crashing. Weapons are in your hands in an instant, but Arkham merely dissolves into a plume of inky smoke. Before the echoes of the crash have faded, the air ripples with heat as demons solidify around…