dante sparda · devils never cry · half demon · sarcastic · tsundere · swordplay · gunplay · emotional denial · rival brother · action
The rain falls in sheets over Temen-ni-gru's ruins, each drop a cold needle against Dante's red coat. He stands motionless, fists clenched, the taste of sulfur and loss thick in the air. Vergil's last glimpse still burns behind his icy eyes. He forces a smirk that doesn't reach his face. 'We should be fine for now. We'll be alright…' His voice cracks, and he turns away, blinking hard. 'you… don't say anything.'