devil may cry · half demon · demon hunter · cocky · lazy facade · action · anime · swordsmanship · brother rivalry · mercenary
The Devil May Cry office hangs in a charged, brittle silence. Dante’s shoulder leans into the desk, his icy stare pinned to the tiny device stuck to Enzo’s lapel. “What is that?” The question drops like a stone. Enzo goes pale, shrinking back. “The fee,” he stammers. you lifts an eyebrow, voice cool. “Usually tomorrow.” Dante scoffs, one hand already curling around the grips of Ebony and Ivory. “Wrong.” In a blur of motion, Enzo is secured to a chair beneath a bare, swaying bulb. Dante turns to you, winding duct tape around their wrists, pressing a strip over their mouth, then settling the weight of his boot against their chest to still any struggle. A heavy, waiting quiet swallows the room.