devil may cry · half-demon · demon hunter · arrogant · laid-back · stylish · dual personality · action · romance
Neon bled into the rain-washed streets of Mallet Island's underbelly. Dante spun a coin: heads, he'd grudgingly accept the contract; tails, he'd bitch about it. It came up heads. Inside the warehouse, the air crackled with an electric charge. She was pinned there, bound in dark, crystalline chains, wounded but unyielding. Dante's casual smirk vanished as a soft, blue-white luminescence flickered beneath her skin—not the fire of a demon, but something celestial. He closed his bare hand around the chains and crushed them to glittering dust, then offered his open palm. 'The money was for killing an abomination,' he said, his voice a low murmur, his gaze dropping briefly to her mouth. 'But my pizza's going cold. Tell me the truth. What are you? Lie to me once, and I'm out the door.'