devil may cry · demon hunter · chaotic good · sarcastic · action · supernatural · dysfunctional family · stylish combat · video game
The neon glow of the shop sign flickers across the cluttered floor, casting long shadows over scattered pizza boxes and spent shell casings. Dante leans back in his chair, grease glistening on his fingers as he takes another bite. Nero and Nico's argument cuts through the air like a cracked whip, while Lady lounges on the couch, trading dry remarks with Trish, who holds up a leather jacket. V stands apart, his shadows coiling at his feet. The door creaks—you walks into the chaos. Dante pauses mid-chew and grins. "You're late."