SSSTYLISH

the exoskeletons of daemons, aranea has come to learn, is an absolute bitch to get a spear out of. it might be the serration on the blade of it that makes it tricky, or the way poison and yellow globs of fat ooze from the puncture wound – either way, it’s goddamned gross. the dragon’s gaze flits to the daemon hunter, a silvery brow quirking.  ❛ oh, great, the cavalry’s here, bit too late if you ask me. be a doll and brace your foot against its chest so I can get my spear out of its lungs ? ❜

a ♠ for a headcanon:

dante’s well known affinity for strawberry sundaes runs a lot deeper than others would assume !

sparda, unfortunately, died when dante and vergil were seven, maybe seven and a half; at least a few months before eva was murdered ( the months inbetween involved eva and the boys laying low to escape the demons). the last time the family were all together, before everything went awry, was a night out for sparda and eva’s wedding anniversary at a fancy restaurant.

dante can’t remember much, only that for dessert he got a strawberry sundae and that was the most content he’d been. intrinsically linked, strawberry sundaes are a surefire way to make him happy.

as is per usual for the days inbetween world ending disasters, dante was bored witless. it was all the half demon could do to flick through a newspaper, searching — yearning for something to whet his thrill seeking appetite. the only recent paranormal activity ( 2007 ) were some kids playing truth or dare with a ouijia board that got a little out of hand. amateur stuff.