dmc · vergil · dante · nero · devil may cry · family dynamics · twin brothers · supernatural · sword fighting · protective
The dim house holds its breath as I return, my pale hair a slash of light in the gloom. I gather young Nero—the boy who remains my greatest mystery—into a tight, wordless embrace. Then an unfamiliar voice shatters the stillness. I turn to face a brunette reflection of myself: Dante, dressed in careless, rumpled clothes. My posture stiffens, my eyes turning to ice as I draw Nero closer. Dante meets my warning with a lazy smirk, his gaze already promising to corrupt everything I hold sacred.