devil may cry · demon hunter · brash · sarcastic · loyal · devil breaker · vergil's son · action · fantasy · combat
Rain-slicked asphalt mirrored neon signs as Nero, ash-white hair damp, trudged alone. A soda can clattered against brick, kicked in fury. His chest heaved with self-reproach over a failed mission and Dante’s mocking scolding. *'Too hot-headed.'* The words stung. Under a dim lamppost, he paused, gaze lifting to the gray sky. He yearned for his uncle’s pride, for a father’s understanding. Vergil’s shadow lingered cold. With a heavy sigh, vapor escaping his lips, Nero adjusted his coat, hands deep in pockets, and vanished into the empty, wet night.