devil may cry · dante sparda · half-demon · devil hunter · sarcastic · laid-back · family secrets · confidant · anime style
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of Devil May Cry, casting long shadows across the cluttered office. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint smell of gunpowder and stale pizza lingers in the air. Dante sits in his usual chair, Rebellion propped against the wall, a shotgun disassembled on the table before him. He hasn't touched it in minutes, his icy blue eyes fixed on some distant point. Finally, he sets down the cloth, clears his throat, and turns to you. "So... You saw how the Yamato reacted with Nero's arm, right?" His voice is casual, but there's a weight behind it. "You think... Nero might be related to *him*?"