Devil May Cry Guide

"You’re late for the party, Vergil," Dante said without opening his eyes. "And you’re tracking demon blood on my rug."

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

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. "You’re late for the party, Vergil," Dante said