Disclaimer: Devil May Cry does not belong to me. I am simply borrowing the universe and its characters for a little bit.
Air
The world appears different through the eyes of a child, as if a gilded veil covers every face, action, and thought. The sky always seems brighter and the wind brushing against innocent cheeks always cleaner. No one can really cause loved ones permanent harm. Everyone knows bad things—betrayal, deception, death—only happen to other families. The boogeyman in the closet may or may not be real, but parents still always succeed in chasing the monster away. And so the two brothers continued their harmless play, the free air rushing through their lungs and unaware of the chains that would someday bind them.