Devil May Cry Apr 2026

Dante finally opened one eye, a smirk playing on his lips. He tossed the pizza crust toward the box—a perfect shot—and stood up, grabbing Rebellion from its rack in one fluid motion. "Power, right? It’s always about the power. You ever think about just getting a hobby? Maybe knitting? You could make us matching sweaters."

"You’re late for the party, Vergil," Dante said without opening his eyes. "And you’re tracking demon blood on my rug." Devil May Cry

Suddenly, the air in the room grew cold—not the chill of an air conditioner, but the sharp, biting cold of a storm that hadn't arrived yet. The space behind his desk shimmered, and a rift in reality tore open. Dante finally opened one eye, a smirk playing on his lips