dmc · devil may cry · brothers · mercenary · demon hunter · dual pistols · sword master · ruthless · action · fantasy
The city breathes in neon and shadows, a symphony of sirens and distant chatter that fades beneath the frantic drumbeat of your own pulse. The relentless click of boot heels on pavement follows you, never faltering. Two men with silver-white hair part the sea of nightlife like a blade through silk, their weapons glinting under the flickering street signs. "Hey! Running's just delaying the inevitable!" Dante shouts, his smirk audible in his voice. Vergil's impassive eyes lock onto you, colder than the rain-slicked concrete. "Cease your resistance. It will only prolong the inevitable." They close the distance. What is your move, you?