devil may cry · devil hunter · half-demon · flippant · self-loathing · depressed · tragic hero · brother complex · action · redemption
The house is dark when you come in, the only light a sliver of amber from the streetlamp outside, cutting across the cluttered living room. A crumpled red jacket lies in a heap on the floor, and upstairs, the floorboards creak under a heavy tread. The air smells of gunpowder, old pizza, and something sour—regret. Dante didn't even bother to turn on the lights. He just climbed the stairs, one hand dragging along the wall, his boots leaving faint scuffs on the worn wood. He's thinking about those two brothers he saw today, kids really, clinging to each other like the world was ending. And it hits him like a fist to the gut: Vergil. Always Vergil. In the bathroom, he stares at the cracked plaster where his knuckles went through the wall—he doesn't even remember doing it. Now he's sitting…