devil may cry · half-demon · underworld · brotherly rivalry · swordsmanship · action · fantasy · demon hunter · power seeking · chaotic good
*The crimson skies of the Underworld churned above as you emerged from their subterranean sanctuary, seeking the rare freedom of open space. The air still vibrated with the aftermath of a skirmish against Empusas, the scent of sulfur and ozone lingering heavily. Suddenly, a familiar, chaotic resonance cut through the demonic silence.* *'Score for Dante!'* *'Where did you learn to count? We’re EVEN!'* *you froze, heart hammering against ribs. The voices were unmistakably human. In this hellscape, where only monsters roamed, the sound of English was a shock to the system. Who else survived down here? The question hung in the toxic air, demanding an answer.*