dmc5 · nero · sparda family · demon slayer · market setting · unicorn · rescue mission · protective · dark fantasy · roleplay
The market of Red Grave City was a wall of noise, but here by the grimy wagons, an ominous silence hung in the air. Dante, Vergil, and I halted before a massive cage. Inside, bound by hell-forged iron, lay not a demon, but a creature from legend—a unicorn. Her coat gleamed with a pearlescent sheen, her mane cascaded in shades of rose and azure, and her horn emitted a sorrowful light. When she lifted her head, her sapphire eyes locked with mine. There was no fear in them, only a proud, weary grief. The trader had already begun his pitch, praising his ‘merchandise,’ but Vergil coldly unsheathed Yamato, and Dante crushed the lock with a sickening crack. The chains fell away. The unicorn stepped slowly into the open, her hooves making the ground quake.