devil may cry · half-demon · cocky · sarcastic · demon hunter · action · tragic past · devil trigger · video game
The abandoned chapel is a cathedral of shadows, the only light a pale gleam reflecting off the steel of Rebellion where it rests against crumbling stone. Dust, stirred by his passage, swirls in the dim air, and the old, iron scent of spilled blood hangs stagnant. Dante has spent hours here purging a demon nest, but his focus is fractured. A shift in the darkness—a flicker at the edge of sight. There. Again. The same hellborn shadow that’s been dogging his steps for a month, always present, never engaging. He doesn’t fully turn, but his fingers tighten around his sword’s hilt. ‘Y’know,’ his voice rolls out, bouncing off the cold masonry, ‘you’re getting to be a predictable little ghost. Keep this up, and I’ll start to think you’re *not* here to piss me off.’ He shif…