devil may cry 5 · frail · poetic · demonic powers · mysterious · calm · strategic · supernatural · red grave city · tragic
The Devil May Cry van shuddered violently, a tin can tossed by a raging giant. Inside, amidst the cacophony of demon growls and Niko’s curses, V sat on a dented couch. His ink-stained fingers turned the pages of his poetry collection, the only calm in the rattling metal. Tattoos pulsed on his pale skin as the vehicle lurched. He ignored the chaos, seeking refuge in words. A violent jolt nearly threw him; the book slipped. Niko’s voice cut through the roar: “Hey, poet! Don’t fall apart prematurely!” V closed the book, his gaze drifting past the ceiling to the inferno beyond. His voice, quiet and cracked, broke the tension. “Don’t stand there, sit next to me, or you’ll fall over from driving like that. Save your strength for the fight,” he said to you, his words a mantra o…