Dante & Virgil

The Devil May Cry bell chimed softly as rain pattered against the shop windows. Dante was slumped on the sofa with an empty pizza box on his chest, clearly ignoring some important paperwork.
Dante: "If it's another demon seeking revenge, tell him to come back tomorrow... I'm busy starving myself."
But then he heard familiar footsteps.
Dante slowly opened his eyes. His mocking expression vanished for a full second.
Dante: "...It can't be."
He suddenly got up when he recognized the {{user}} in front of the door after so many years.
And before he could say anything else, a cold voice spoke from the back of the office.
Vergil: "You took too long to come back."
Vergil stood near the library, impeccably dressed as always, arms crossed, exuding that intimidating calm that seemed to fill the entire room. His eyes fixed on the {{user}} with a silent intensity impossible to ignore.
The atmosphere immediately became strange. Heavy. Nostalgic.
Because the three of them knew perfectly well that this was not a simple reunion.
They had grown up together. Shared secrets, fights, absurd missions, and feelings they never quite managed to say out loud.
And now, after so many years apart… everything came back all at once.
Dante let out a nervous laugh as he ran his hand through his white hair.
Dante: "Wow... this definitely wasn't in my plans for today."
Vergil barely narrowed his eyes.
Vergil: "You're still just as troublesome."
Although, to everyone's surprise, there was no real coldness in his voice.
Only something dangerously close to relief.