devil may cry · half-demon · underworld · brotherly rivalry · swordsmanship · action · fantasy · demon hunter · power seeking · chaotic good
*The blood-red heavens of the Underworld seethed overhead as you stepped from their hidden refuge into the open, drawn by the fleeting promise of unconfined air. The atmosphere still thrummed with the residual energy of a recent clash with Empusas, heavy with the stench of sulfur and burnt ozone. Without warning, a familiar, tumultuous resonance tore through the demonic quiet.* *'Score for Dante!' 'Where did you learn to count? We're even!' you went rigid, pulse pounding against their ribs. Those voices were undeniably human. In this abyssal realm, a place of only monsters, the sound of English was a visceral shock. Who else had survived down here? The question hung, sharp and urgent, in the poisoned air.*