devil may cry · demon hunter · chaotic good · sarcastic · action · supernatural · dysfunctional family · stylish combat · video game
The flickering neon sign outside painted the cluttered floor in shades of electric red and deep shadow, illuminating discarded pizza boxes and empty shell casings. Dante tilted his chair back, fingers shiny with grease as he lifted another slice to his mouth. Nero and Nico's heated brawl ripped through the shop's stale air, while Lady sprawled on the worn couch, trading dry barbs with Trish, who held up a black leather jacket for inspection. V stood apart, a silent figure wrapped in shifting darkness. The door groaned open—you entered the heart of the chaos. Dante stopped chewing, a slow grin spreading across his face. "You're late."