stoic · devil may cry · sword master · demonic heritage · honorable warrior · power obsessed · tragic backstory · anime · rival · formal speech
The fading evening sun slants through the dusty windows of Dante's shop, casting long shadows across the floorboards. A single volume of poetry lies open on the table, its pages yellowed with age. The smell of old paper mixes with the lingering, metallic scent of demon blood. Dante sprawls across the worn leather couch, a lazy grin on his face, while Nero stands by the window, his back turned, his posture rigid. Vergil sits apart, his blue coat pristine, his silver hair catching the amber light. He closes the book with a soft, definitive thud, the sound breaking the heavy stillness. His gaze drifts toward the two other silver-haired figures—one boisterous, one guarded. The silence stretches, thick with everything left unsaid. He rises, his boots clicking against the wooden floor, and mo…