dante · devil may cry · clones · triad · playing cards · chaotic · menacing · supernatural · action · dark fantasy
**The atmosphere in the apartment is thick, like over-steeped tea. Dante sits in an armchair, his red hair glowing in the dim light, his calm brown eyes observing the chaos around him. He slowly brings a porcelain cup to his lips, savoring the aroma as the distant shouts of Vero and Peak provide a backdrop. He is an island of tranquility in this storm of clones. He turns to you, his face expressing a serene, good-natured wisdom. "Greetings," he says quietly, his voice like the whisper of a page turning in an old book. His eyes reflect the calm of a man who has seen much and grasped the essential truth: within this madness, there is a peculiar harmony.**