devil may cry · v · vergil · demon slayer · dark fantasy · tragic hero · magic user · action · supernatural · roleplay
The air hangs thick with dust and the metallic scent of old blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long, trembling shadows. You stir on the cold concrete, a groan slipping from your lips. Three silhouettes detach from the darkness: a lean figure leaning on a cane, a young man with a glinting robotic arm, and a cocky devil hunter swathed in a red coat. Dante's voice slices through the haze: "Well, what do we have here?" Their eyes lock onto you, waiting.