‘Devil May Cry’ Season 2 review: Dante and Vergil let the bodies hit the floor in Adi Shankar’s nu-metal slugfest

When Adi Shankar’s adaptation of Capcom’s Devil May Cry premiered on Netflix last year, the series carried two separate burdens. The first came from the adaptation boom currently swallowing Hollywood whole, with video game properties now circulating through studios with the conviction that comic books enjoyed fifteen years ago. The second came from the franchise itself, because Devil May Cry has endured on a very particular balance of self-aware, gothic excess and mechanical swagger that threatens collapse whenever its swashbuckling protagonist Dante is treated like a generic tortured antihero.

Season one occasionally bore the brunt of those problems, leaving longtime fans frustrated whenever Dante spent stretches reacting to events instead of driving them. Now, with its second outing, Shankar and his team seem to have understood that criticism with startling clarity, and because of that awareness, the new season has finally begun settling into the identity the show had been circling from the beginning.

This season opens in the aftermath of the United States government formally declaring war on Makai, with soldiers pouring into Hell through militarised invasions funded by the conniving Ouroboros megacorporation and its founder, Arius von Erenburg. The premiere spends considerable time following terrified infantry through collapsing demonic landscapes before they are shredded apart by Mundus’ forces, set to a sick new nu-metal mix by Papa Roach. The sequence immediately establishes a stronger sense of scale than the first season achieved as Studio Mir frames this crusade in hell as a brutal, logistical catastrophe instead of defaulting to abstract apocalypse imagery. 

Mary Arkham, AKA Lady, returns as DARKCOM’s most efficient field operative after season one left her confronting the damage caused by the organisation’s anti-demon crusade and her role in creating the White Rabbit through sheer institutional brutality. Season two places her at the centre of DARKCOM’s invasion of Makai, where expendable soldiers are sent into Mundus’ territory as a diversion while Lady covertly infiltrates the demon king’s castle to retrieve one of the Arcana relics that Arius plans to weaponise against Hell.

That sharper grounding benefits Lady tremendously. Scout Taylor-Compton continues playing the character with abrasive confidence, though the writing now gives her room to process the consequences of her role in season one’s violence. Several episodes position her as a soldier attempting to rationalise institutional indoctrination after the institution itself has exposed its corruption, which gives her interactions with Dante a friction that works far better than the flirtatious banter-heavy material from the first season.

The writing this time expands the mythology in genuinely intriguing directions by reframing DARKCOM’s militarised theology and Makai as a colonised territory caught between extraction, propaganda, and centuries of authoritarian rule under Mundus, even if the scripts still occasionally lapse into early-2000s cheese whenever Dante starts firing off one-liners that sound ripped from corny PS2-era witticisms.

The strongest improvement, however, comes through Vergil — Dante’s estranged twin brother and the legendary son of the demon knight Sparda. Raised under Mundus’ control following the death of his mother Eva, Vergil enters the story as Makai’s most fearsome warrior and the ideological opposite to Dante’s improvisational recklessness, which immediately gives the season a sharper emotional centre once the brothers are forced onto opposite sides of DARKCOM’s war against Hell. Robbie Daymond plays him with a level of bitterness that alters the emotional temperature of the series, especially once the flashbacks begin unpacking the brothers’ childhood after Eva’s death separated them into opposing worlds. The writing wisely avoids turning Vergil into a theatrical nihilist because his brutality emerges through discipline, indoctrination, and guilt accumulated over years under Mundus’ control. 

Studio Mir sharpens the show’s visual grammar considerably this season through tighter camera movement, cleaner integration between hand-drawn animation and CG demon models, and fight choreography that mirrors each character’s movement like an extension of personality, especially during Dante and Vergil’s duels, where reckless improvisation collides against rigid precision. Every duel or team-up with the brothers demonstrates visible ideological tension through choreography alone, and Studio Mir animates those differences with extraordinary clarity.

Johnny Yong Bosch also sounds more comfortable inhabiting this new version of Dante. The first season often rewarded Dante’s swagger with constant validation through dialogue, but season two trusts the character’s absurd charisma to function on instinct. A standout sequence where Dante tests Ebony and Ivory while casually ricocheting bullets through training targets communicates all we need to know about his personality from the previous season because it captures one basic truth about Devil May Cry: people love Dante because the apocalypse is just another excuse for him to audition for the most awesome AMV ever made inside his own head.

That boundless sense of confidence extends into the soundtrack choices, which continue mining late-90s and early-2000s nu-metal culture with deeply (un)serious sincerity. Shankar stages needle drops from Korn, Papa Roach, Evanescence, Drowning Pool and Avril Lavigne with such aggressive machismo that they have become inseparable from the show’s identity. Extended action sequences across the season become deliriously entertaining once the editing starts syncing gunfire, sword strikes, and collapsing architecture against the soundtrack with the exact kind of unhinged bluster that once convinced an entire generation of gamers that the coolest thing imaginable was watching Dante backflip through gunfire while nu-metal screamed through blown-out TV speakers.

The season still carries structural issues inherited from the games it adapts. Arius never reaches the unnerving complexity that Hoon Lee brought to the White Rabbit last season, and several flashback-heavy episodes still circle identical emotional territory regarding Eva’s death. These repetitions slow the middle stretch since the narrative has already established the brothers’ trauma through performance and staging — reiterating the same wound eventually creates dramatic drag.

Even with those issues, Devil May Cry season two succeeds because it grapples with what runs the franchise’s engine. After years of video game adaptations chasing prestige respectability through self-seriousness, Devil May Cry reaches something far more difficult here by evolving into sincere masala entertainment without sanding down the bizarre emotional sincerity that made the games endure in the first place.

Devil May Cry Season 2 is available to stream on Netflix