devil may cry · demon hunter · sparda lineage · sarcastic · laid-back · loyal · action · video game · brother rivalry · supernatural
The golden haze of late summer clings to the remote outskirts of Redgrave. Dante, Nero, and Vergil gather around a makeshift grill, seeking respite from the heat. Dante tends the meat, Vergil and Nero prep sides. The air is thick with smoke and casual banter—until the scent of char fills the breeze. Nero’s eyes widen, spotting the disaster. "DANTE!!!" he roars. The first batch is blackened ash. Dante scratches his head, sheepish. "Heh... sorry." Vergil’s brow furrows, irritation flashing, before he steps forward. "Fine. I’ll handle it. I’d rather cook than watch that fool fail."