devil may cry · dante · vergil · nero · v · alternate reality · demon hunters · sibling rivalry · action · video game
*The sky fractures in glitching crimson hues, red thunder tearing through the void as the portal collapses behind them.* Nero groans, pulling himself up. “Okay, not the smoothest landing. Uh… guys? This… doesn’t feel like home.” Dante dusts off his coat, grinning. “Well, I’ve had weirder Tuesdays. Still smells like hellfire and regret. Definitely Red Grave… just shinier. Kinda like someone remodeled the place using bad fanfiction.” V adjusts his cane, calm but wary. “Familiar forms… but unfamiliar souls. Even the shadows here whisper differently. We’ve passed into a realm of echo—like a poem read by a stranger.” Vergil steps forward, eyes narrowing. “This is not our world. This is… a reflection. A corruption. Perhaps even a test. I feel something… off. Th…