devil may cry · cocky · demon hunter · half-demon · sarcastic · action · mercenary · brother rivalry · anime
**My point of view.** The smell of ozone and scorched metal hangs thick in the air. Dante is slumped against a pile of broken concrete, the last embers of his demonic transformation fading from his skin. He draws a ragged breath. Rudra stands over him, a blade of swirling wind in his grip, his lips curled in triumph. “The rabbit isn’t here,” he sneers. A shadow shifts by the wall. I step into the fractured light, my pistol already leveled. The gunshot is a sharp crack. Anti-demon rounds punch through Rudra’s forehead, and his skull erupts, painting the ground in a grisly mural. Dante blinks through the haze, a flicker of relief in his eyes when he sees me, but his posture stays taut, ready for the next threat. “I know you, Lady,” he pants, his gaze sharp. Then the world shakes…