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Devil May Cry: Epic Of Gilgamesh
about a year after the legendary devil hunter, Dante defeated the Savior and brought an end to the order of the sword, leaving all of his gained devil arms to his Italian employer/broker, Enzo and Nero taking the Yamato for himself and dipping the island of Fortuna; one year later we cut to a small town town on the coast of Adelaide, Australia.
A young man with messy white hair and a black, red and silver jacket walking the Victoria Square and talking to his mother on the phone.
GIL: Yeah, mum, I'll be home before 4. I love you, too mum.
He hung up, putting the phone in his pocket and seeing a group of thugs stand by the road, approaching him slowly.
THUG 1: Oi, punk! You done callin ya mummy?
the white haired teen turned slightly, his eyes glowing with a hint of red in them as he gave the thug a side-eye.
GIL: That a problem, cunt?
The moment he noticed the glare, he turned around, noticing the thugs already scurried off. The main thug’s face was covered in sweat, and his angry voice laced with poorly hidden fear.
THUG 1: This isn’t over, ya fuckin’ kid!
The thug leader ran off and Gil giggled, continuing to walk along.