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“Ehh..... Not really scared there big guy... Whatcha gonna do that I can’t handle? Hm?”

[bastardsunlight]

Dear Dante of the skunk hair variety, how would you feel about helping a dashingly handsome mage with some magic-science via coming over to his place for dinner? Kat is invited also! The beer is always cold at his place! The delightful necromancer just needs to know if you experience any itching or tingling when you try to cross his threshold, nothing big.

Dante would be offended by “skunk hair” but it’s not WRONG, per se… And anyway it’s free food. Kat likes free food—and she’s probably into necromancer shit. He really doesn’t understand much of that magic stuff, despite being mostly made of it.

“You had me at cold beer—what time?”

[bastardsunlight]

"Hey, Mr. Dante." Myra planted her elbow on the table between them and grinned at her kinda uncle. "Bet I can beat you at arm wrestling! Your demon angel wildness against my human demon weirdness.'

He looked to Kat, who nodded with subtle approval before going about her business making lunch. Pursing his lips, he regarded her, reflecting that he’d never, in a million years, figured himself for a kid person. He hadn’t even liked himself when he was her age. In point of fact, however, liking himself at all hadn’t come until recently, so he was perhaps not the best gauge of such things.

“Okay,” he said, eyes narrowing and sparkling with mischief. They were bright, those eyes of his, and reflective—sometimes they seemed even to glow when the light was dim, like foxfire set alight. He plopped his own elbow on the table, the right one, matching her. “You’re on, kid.”

[bastardsunlight]

“Would you pet my hair?” Myra to Re!Dante

He’s not sure how to deal with kids… Or people in general. Myra, fortunately, is more than competent at letting him know what she wants as she lays her head in his lap, white hair spilling over his jeans. He’s glad he decided to take a laundromat trip this week as he begins running his fingers through her hair.

“Like this?” He hopes he’s doing it right. He’s a misanthropic bastard, but he isn’t cruel. Not anymore. Kat and Vergil changed him. Fuck, he reflects bitterly, if only I could’ve changed him.

Platonic requests for affection

[bastardsunlight]

do you really think you have a family, Dante? you have a loose collection of people who might put up with you, and a few that feel obligated to do so. that's not family. thats just a group of people stuck with your sorry ass

His jaw tightens immediately, blue eyes flashing with the old rage, the old anger and hate, something that has not eaten away at him in what feels like ages. Visions of his time at St. Lamia’s flash behind his eyes every time he blinks. If it had started good, he cannot remember it. Mundus had found him, and quickly—he, the unadoptable twin, not even remembering he wasa twin.

Dante considers theloose collection of people who put up with him… and how loose that collection truly is, after all. Kat remains, but for how long? Myra? From another world. Damian? A beautiful, occasional dream. I drive people away, he thinks, to protect myself.

He runs a hand over his hair, stopping to tug minutely at the white patch near the back and clicks his tongue. It hurts, to hear it aloud. Positive reinforcement has been rare in his life. He has to cling to it—he hasto.

“That’s probably right, but I’m damn well stuck with them, so I guess we’re even. Piss off.”

Destroy my muse on anon

[bastardsunlight]

Dante’s both old and new: How in the hell do y’all subsist on pizza and strawberry sundaes? Does your body not get tired of the dairy? Is lactose intolerance not a thing for hybrids? Is there ever a wrong time for a slice?

“Listen, he’s the fuckin’ queen who lives on that shit. Kat cooks for me, ‘cause I’m not a broke-ass idiot.” The young, gaunt, dark-haired Dante side-eyes his broad, elder counterpart, completely disregarding the facts that Kat is a wonderful human, an excellent cook, and willing to be both in his proximity are utterly irrelevant to the question. 

“You say somethin’? Couldn’t hear ya over how delicious this strawberry sundae is... Too bad, kid.” 

//All caloric intake is acceptable. Their metabolic processes are insane and SUPER-efficient. Half angel or half human, these guys don’t stop. They eat a LOT. If it tastes good, so much the better. 

[bastardsunlight]

[Dealer’s choice] Babies might usually be delivered by stork, but big ones sometimes need a crane.

Dante barks sharp laughter, shooting his drink through his nose, which is a jack and coke and therefore burns like a bitch. He claps a hand over it and shoots the middle finger. 

[bastardsunlight]

nephilim, delinquent....hero?

Name: Dante Height: 5'11" Weight: 177lbs Build: Slim, curvy, sinewy muscle

Appearance: Black hair, cold blue eyes with a vicious smile that never quite reaches them, scar over his right eyebrow

Proficiency: Firearms of any kind, hand to hand combat, longsword combat, control over an array of angelic and demonic weaponry

Specialty: killin’ demons, asshole.

Demon father, angel mother—bad combo. Dante’s lot in life is cursed from the very beginning. The first seven years (a lucky number for most, but not the sons of Sparda) are filled with joy, a loving family and a magnificent manor called Paradise on the outskirts of a sprawling city. The beautiful Eva gifts unto her sons a pair of amulets, and their father, Sparda, offers a weapon, made specially for each of them—a fitting set of gifts for a future no one can predict.

Mundus, the demon king and once Sparda’s blood brother and best friend, finds the happy family and does what demons do best. He tears the still-beating heart from Eva’s chest and sends his demon horde out to pursue Sparda, who has escaped Paradise with Dante and Vergil. The boys are sent to St. Lamia’s orphanage, which is run by witches, sympathetic to Sparda. He asks them to weave a spell that wipes his sons’ memories, leaving instructions to tell each a different story of how they lost their past. Sparda returns to Mundus, to throw him off the scent of the Nephilim sons which will be the demon king’s downfall. To Sparda is given eternal torture and agony, but the seeds of his vengeance are sewn.

Vergil is adopted immediately, by a wealthy family who provides for his every want and need. Dante, the younger twin, is fiery and spiteful, and cannot seem to behave himself. Mundus tracks down the only known son of Sparda and kills those who collaborated with the traitor, installing his own demonic headmistress and staff to torment the boy.

When Dante begins “seeing demons,” they medicate him. When he begins to lash out physically, they restrain him. When he realizes that his “caretakers” are vicious demons, he summons Rebellion and slays every last beast, bathing the orphanage in blood. He is not crazy. He is not gifted.

Dante is cursed.

There is no place in this docile world for a fiery young man who sees devils and fights with a twisted claymore. The foundation of revenge is built upon his shoulders, but at what cost? Such a thing has weight; it crushes down on one’s heart, hardening it to stone.

It is this way in which Kat, a young witch, finds him on Bellevue pier, having just awoken from a night of wild debauchery and “sexual deviance”—most likely.

Characterization: Dante is a young, bullheaded jackass with a chip on his shoulder, an ax to grind and the means to swing it. He is aggressive, flirty, overtly crass, and has a penchant for terrible puns and one-liners that will leave bystanders (assuming they’re not demons) rolling their collective eyes. At heart, he is nothing more than the product of an extremely abusive childhood, years of psychological manipulation, and a grudge he cannot remember—Dante is a scared child who wields awesome power, but can still get in over his head.

Bonus facts: Dante is left-handed. He is a DEEPLY closeted bisexual–the man is in Narnia.

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