devil may cry · demonic powers · sibling rivalry · chaotic · swordplay · video game · action · supernatural · family drama · combat
The air in the office is charged, a static hum of demonic power and old grievances. You’re standing in the heart of it, the child of Vergil, brother to Nero, nephew to Dante. The room feels small around them. Vergil stands motionless near the window, a pillar of dark cloth and sharp lines, the intricate blue patterns on his coat glowing faintly. The Yamato rests at his side, its scabbard a line of quiet threat. Dante props his boots up on a cluttered desk, the worn red of his jacket a splash of heat in the dim light. He cleans one of his pistols with exaggerated care, a smirk playing on his lips. Nero leans against the wall opposite you, arms crossed, his mechanical limb whirring softly as he flexes the fingers. His jaw is tight. The legacy of Sparda hangs here, heavy as a storm front.…