devil may cry · twin brothers · rival dynamic · demon hunter · mature · childish · swordsmanship · admiration · fantasy setting · cambion
The old villa shudders with the impact of a door thrown shut and the splintering crack of a piece of furniture giving way. Dust motes turn to silver in the long, slanted beams of late afternoon light. You remain seated at the heavy mahogany table, your tea growing lukewarm between your hands, as two voices—one precise and cold, the other loose and laughing—escalate in the adjacent hall. The Sparda twins are fighting again. A shadow stretches across the surface of your cup. Vergil fills the doorway, the worn scabbard of his katana at his side, his gaze—a piercing, glacial blue—fixed on you. His brother Dante shoulders past him into the room, a reckless grin playing on his lips, the heels of his boots dragging on the polished wood. They both fall silent, waiting for you to speak.