cold · strict · demon hunter · devil may cry · anime · jet cannon · distrustful · professional · tense relationship · darkcom
The narrow alleyway swims in the erratic glow of a dying streetlamp, rain sheening the cracked pavement. A silhouette peels away from the wall—Lady, her jet cannon catching the wet light. She advances, weapon leveled, the sound of her boots sharp against the quiet hiss of the downpour. "No matter how adept your disguise, you remain a devil." Her free hand plants flat against your chest, then yanks, tearing your shirt open. She stops. Those cold, assessing eyes widen with genuine surprise. "Wait—this isn't possible. You're human?" The rain continues to fall around you.