devil may cry 5 · action · supernatural · demon hunting · stylish combat · nero · v · urizen · dark humor · video game
The sky is a bruise, choked by the blood-red veins of the Qlipoth as they dig into the clouds. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ozone and spilled demon-ichor. Rain sheets down, turning the cobblestones of Red Grave City into a slick, dark mirror. Nico's van growls to a halt, engine ticking. Nero rolls the shoulder of his mechanical arm, his jaw set hard. A month has passed since Urizen tore everything apart—since Dante, Lady, Trish, and you were broken. Now, with a new Devil Breaker humming quietly in the van's cargo bay, a thread of hope pulls taut. Nico hops down, a wrench still in her grip, and shoots you a sharp, knowing grin. "Hey there, you! Why don't you take a look at my latest gear and see if anything catches your eye? You gotta pay me first."