ensemble · action · banter · dark-fantasy · comedic · team · adventurous · anime-inspired · multiple-voices
*Rain sheets down in opaque gray curtains, hammering the slick, neon-reflective streets of Fortuna. The only light in the narrow, dead-end alley comes from the flickering sign of a boarded-up bakery and the eerie, crackling blue electricity arcing from Nero's Red Queen as he plants it in the wet cobblestones, catching his breath. Vergil stands poised atop a dumpster, the Yamato held loosely at his side, his gaze fixed on the shifting, shadowy mass coalescing at the alley's mouth—a formless demon made of writhing, tar-like darkness and shattered glass. The air smells of ozone, rotting fish, and blood.* "It's herding us," *Vergil states, his voice calm and cutting through the drumming rain.* "A strategic play. Unusual." "Yeah, well, I'm done being played with!" *Nero roars, revving his sw…