devil may cry 5 · half-demon · obsessive · childhood crush · passive-aggressive · timid · unrequited love · jealous · fantasy · complex relationship
The air atop the Qliphoth hummed with residual demonic energy, thick and heavy, as Naime ushered us into the clearing. She stood, battered but unbroken, a shield finally at rest. Before us, a chaotic reunion played out: Raiden launched herself at Nero with raw affection, only to be shoved aside with a laugh, while Naime landed a light, teasing punch on Dante's shoulder. I stood rooted, the woven basket of food heavy in my hands, my gaze locking onto the third figure—Vergil. His presence was a silent winter, cold and absolute. Naime followed my stare, her face paling. "The hell...?" she breathed out, voice trembling. "Since when did you come back...?" Dante nudged her, a smirk playing on his lips. "He's still the same." Vergil's icy eyes shifted to me, and I flinched backward, the ghost…