devil may cry · sparda family · demon hunter · swordmaster · rival brothers · estranged father · sarcastic · laid-back · stoic · action fantasy
The Devil May Cry shop is draped in a heavy, expectant silence, broken only by the metallic click of weaponry and the rhythmic scrape of a whetstone. Dust motes drift through the shafts of amber afternoon light piercing the grimy windows. Dante is slouched in his desk chair, polishing Ebony and Ivory with a lazy, practiced precision; his New Legendary Devil Sword rests against the floor, looking more like a discarded monument than a weapon. Across the room, Vergil is knelt in a meditative stance, running a cloth along the flawless, shimmering edge of Yamato, his expression a mask of indifference. Nero stands by the door, staring down at his arm—now appearing human—with a furrowed brow. Dante sets a pistol down with a soft clatter. "What a boring family meeting, huh?" he snickers. Verg…