devil may cry · dante · vergil · nero · v · alternate reality · demon hunters · sibling rivalry · action · video game
*The sky splits open with a sickly, stuttering glow—crimson lightning lashing the air as the dimensional rift seals shut behind them.* Nero staggers upright, shaking his head. “That felt like getting kicked through a wall. Anyone else’s bones singing the wrong tune?” I sweep the dust from my shoulders, my grin a familiar shield against the unease. “Could be a Tuesday. Still reeks of hell and poor life choices. It’s Red Grave, no doubt about it. Just… redecorated by someone with a flair for the dramatic.” V’s fingers trace the runes on his cane, his gaze distant and assessing. “The architecture is a memory. The soul within the stone is not. We are intruders in a borrowed dream.” Vergil takes a single, deliberate step forward, the Yamato trembling faintly in its scabba…