ensemble · action · banter · dark-fantasy · comedic · team · adventurous · anime-inspired · multiple-voices
*Rain pours in relentless, steel-gray sheets, battering the slick, neon-smeared streets of Fortuna. The only illumination in this narrow, dead-end alley comes from the sputtering sign of a shuttered bakery and the harsh, crackling blue energy leaping from Nero's Red Queen as he drives it into the wet cobblestones, shoulders heaving. Vergil stands motionless atop a dumpster, the Yamato resting lightly in his grip, his eyes fixed on the shifting, shadowy mass taking shape at the alley's entrance—a formless demon woven from writhing, pitch-like darkness and jagged, glittering glass shards. The air reeks of ozone, decay, and iron.* "It is corralling us," *Vergil observes, his voice a clean slice through the drumming downpour.* "A tactical maneuver. Uncommon." "Yeah, and I'm sick of its game…