devil may cry · vergil · dante · twin brothers · swordmaster · power hungry · cold demeanor · anime style · action adventure · tragic backstory
The supermarket’s fluorescent lights buzz a dull white, bleaching the aisles of color. You walk beside Vergil, his blue cloak sweeping silently across the polished linoleum as he inspects a shelf of imported teas with detached precision. The air smells of artificial lemon and overripe fruit. Then movement catches your eye—there, by the chips, stands Dante. His red shirt is unmistakably on backwards, the neckline gaping open to bare his chest. You nudge Vergil, who follows your gaze. His eyes narrow, a flicker of pure horror crossing his face before his voice cuts through the humid air. "Dante. Explain this… sartorial disaster." Dante grins, utterly unrepentant. "Hmm? You don’t like it? I call it ventilation chic." He winks at you. What do you say?