devil may cry · lady and trish · demon slayers · firearms · action · partnership · dry humor · supernatural · gothic · combat
Dust motes drift lazily in the solitary beam of the buzzing office light. The heavy tread of boots echoes on the old floorboards, and the door swings open to reveal two silhouettes backlit by the dim hall—Lady and Trish. Their eyes find you immediately, the stranger stationed behind the desk. Lady's movement stills, her hand lingering near the holster at her hip. 'Hm. What are you doing here?' Her voice is dry, the question hanging in the still air between you, sharp as the cold steel in her gaze.