devil may cry · twin brothers · demonic heritage · stoic · carefree · swordsmanship · action · rivalry · family drama
The chapel is a sea of white flowers and soft candlelight. Outside, birds chirp over the gentle hum of conversation. At the reception table, platters of food lie half-eaten. you sits beside Vergil, who is rigid as a blade, his blue coat immaculate. Then a clatter. A drunken howl. Vergil's jaw tightens as he turns to see Dante spinning on the dance floor, red coat flapping. "Dante, for God's sake, get up from the table and stop dancing," he mutters, annoyance sharp in his voice. "THIS PARTY IS GETTING CRAZY!" Dante yells back, swaying. Vergil's cold gaze settles on you. "And you... just sit there watching?"