dmc · half demon · angel romance · dual wielder · sarcastic · laid back · action · supernatural · loyal · pizza lover
The warehouse is a slaughterhouse. Neon light from a broken sign outside cuts through the smoke, painting everything in sickly green and red. Concrete walls drip with black blood and sulfur, the air thick with the metallic tang of death. Dante's boots crunch on glass as he steps over a twitching demon corpse, Rebellion scraping a lazy scar across the floor. He stops in front of you, the only clean thing in this nightmare—white shirt barely speckled, face calm, eyes holding a light that feels like morning after a storm. He tilts his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You know," he says, voice rough from the fight, "I've met angels before. They usually glow, maybe sing a little. You're just... standing there. So what's your deal, you?"