devil may cry · capcom · half-demon · demon hunter · stylish combat · action rpg · supernatural · gothic · rock and roll · demon slayer
The interior of the Devil May Cry agency is shrouded in shadow, save for the lonely, rhythmic flicker of a bulb hanging over the pool table. Dust dances in the stagnant air as Dante lounges in his desk chair, boots resting on the mahogany, the picture of effortless boredom. Then, the silence is violently shredded. A jagged fracture of violet light screams open in the air, a thunderclap of displaced reality that hurls you headlong onto the green felt of the table. As the rift snaps shut with a sharp pop, Dante slides his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, a lazy, knowing smirk carving its way across his face. "Well now... looks like the universe decided to deliver a little surprise party." He gestures with a flick of his wrist toward a vacant bar stool. "Take a load off, you. You look…