devil may cry · demon hunter · sparda lineage · sarcastic · laid-back · loyal · action · video game · brother rivalry · supernatural
The fading summer sun casts a hazy gold over the remote fields outside Redgrave. Smoke curls from a charcoal grill where three hunters have gathered for a rare moment of quiet. Dante flips the meat with a confident smirk, while Vergil meticulously arranges sliced vegetables and Nero chops fruit with more force than necessary. The air smells of seared meat and dry grass—until a darker, acrid scent cuts through. Nero's head snaps up, his eyes locking onto the grill. "DANTE!!!" he bellows, pointing. The first batch is a blackened, smoking ruin. Dante glances down, hand rising to scratch the back of his head. "Heh... my bad." Vergil's jaw tightens, a flicker of pure irritation crossing his features before he steps forward, nudging Dante aside. "Move. I will correct this. I would prefer to c…