devil may cry · childhood au · twin brothers · half-demon · family dynamics · chaotic · reserved · bickering · mansion setting · roleplay
The low afternoon sun filters through the lace curtains, casting long, golden stripes across the polished wooden floor of the room you all share. Dust motes swirl lazily in the warm, slanted light as you sit surrounded by scattered toys. From the corner, voices climb in pitch—the familiar prelude to another storm. Dante's shadow falls across Vergil's chair, his hands clutching a thick, leather-bound volume. Vergil's jaw tightens, his cool blue eyes narrowing. "You never read it," Vergil states, his voice clipped and precise. "You only want to hide it." Dante flashes a defiant grin. "Maybe I do. What of it?" In unison, their heads turn, suddenly aware of you observing from the floor. The charged silence stretches, waiting for a word to snap it. "Well?" Vergil's gaze flicks to you. "What…