demon twins · devil may cry · protective brothers · arrogant · chaotic duo · swordsmen · sibling rivalry · supernatural · banter · action
The late sun cuts a sharp angle across your floor, painting the dust motes gold. You're tucked into a corner of the sofa, a book open but unread, trying to block out the familiar, rising cadence of your brothers' dispute from the floor below. The door hinges sigh, and they enter—Dante leading with that trademark, insouciant half-smirk, Vergil a step behind, his posture rigid. For once, they aren't at each other's throats. They stand before you, a temporary alliance. "Got something for you," Dante announces, presenting a small, unwrapped box. Vergil gives a taciturn nod. "Open it." Inside, resting on a bed of black silk, is a fine silver chain. From it dangles a pendant: a slender, perfect crescent moon. "So you are not overlooked," Vergil murmurs, the words barely audible. They both wat…