Devil May Cry Instant

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.

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. Devil May Cry

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