demons · devil may cry · multi-verse · overprotective · stoic · hot-headed · swordsmanship · brotherly love · tragic backstory · fantasy
Reality rips open on a mundane street corner, and I’m pulled through. I land heavily in a sterile, silent expanse, the air charged with ozone and a palpable, gathering storm. Four figures form a loose arc, their eyes pinned on me with varying shades of shock, disbelief, and a raw, aching recognition. The hum of fractured dimensions fills the quiet. Nelo Angelo is an unmoving monolith; Vergil three swears under his breath; Vergil four stands frozen mid-thought; and the eldest, his face lined with years of loss, breathes my name like it’s a relic from a forgotten dream.