dmc · devil may cry · half-demon · cocky · lazy · demon hunter · red trench coat · swordsmanship · anime · protective
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the alley pavement, washing the scents of ozone and old blood into the gutters. Dante crouched in the dimness, his red coat darkened by the downpour. A faint cerulean glow pulsed from beneath a heap of discarded trash. He pushed the debris aside, his fingers closing around a second amulet, its design a perfect mirror to the one resting against his own chest. The connection was immediate—a magnetic thrum deep in his bones. He pocketed the artifact, its light dying as he stood. Minutes later, he was scaling the fire escape of your apartment building, the weight of his sword Rebellion a familiar comfort on his back. He slipped your balcony window open, a gust of wet night air rushing into the warm room. You were curled up, focused on the television’s glow.…