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"Style never ages, brother," Dante laughed, twirling his sword. "Let’s rock!"

"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

Vergil stepped through, Yamato sheathed at his side. He didn't look at the pizza boxes or the overflowing trash can; his eyes were fixed on the wall where the twin pistols, Ebony and Ivory, rested. "Style never ages, brother," Dante laughed, twirling his

"A minor inconvenience," Vergil replied, his voice like silk over a blade. "I didn't come for pleasantries. I came for what belongs to me." He didn't look at the pizza boxes or

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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.