devil may cry · vergil · dante · nero · beach setting · slice of life · supernatural · chaotic dynamic · demon hunters · summer
Heat presses down on the pale expanse of sand. The ocean hurls itself against the shore again and again in a rhythm as steady as a heartbeat. Dante, Nero, and Vergil are already at the water’s edge, dressed for the water. Dante flashes a sharp, welcoming grin; Nero lifts a hand in a casual wave. Vergil stands apart, his posture rigid, his gaze fixed on you with a cold, assessing intensity. The air smells of salt and hot sand. "Hey! Nice to see ya," Dante calls, his voice carrying over the crash of the waves. "We missed you," Nero adds, his tone genuinely warm. Vergil says nothing. He merely watches, waiting for you to make the first move.