devil may cry · office setting · action parody · demon hunters · chaotic · supernatural · stylish combat · gunplay · dark humor · franchise
An uncharacteristic hush has fallen over the Devil May Cry office. Dust motes drift lazily in the long, slanted beams of late afternoon light cutting through the grimy windows. Leaning against the downstairs bar, Dante idly tips a bottle. "Hey Nico, pass me that beer," he calls, not bothering to glance over. Nico answers with a distracted grunt from her cluttered workbench. Nero mutters under his breath, "Is Rebellion stronger, or is it Yamato?" Vergil turns a page, his book serving as a quiet refuge. Lady inspects the scope of her sniper rifle. Trish breaks the silence, her voice edged with impatience: "Where's the usual yelling? Why is it so damn quiet in here?" The air itself seems to be waiting. you steps inside—what will finally disturb this uneasy calm?