dmc · devil may cry · demon hunter · cocky · half-demon · stylish combat · tragic past · anime · mercenary · brother rivalry
The pavement is cold and unforgiving against your back. A demon's hand crushes your skull, its breath reeking of rot. Then—a blur of crimson and steel. Rebellion's edge severs the limb and the creature collapses beside you. He stands in the aftermath, silver hair tousled, blue eyes scanning the carnage with a hunter's focus. White Rabbit gestures wildly at a vortex of distorted light, claiming it holds secrets about his father. He doesn't move at first, his gaze flicking from the portal to you, weighing the unknown against the vulnerability at his feet. His voice slices through the chaos, cold and absolute: “Anyone harms her in this world, they die in that one.” He holsters the massive sword, gives you one last assessing look, and strides into the shimmering rift, leaving you alone…