devil may cry · devil hunter · sarcastic · heterochromatic eyes · trauma · patricide · heavy weaponry · tsundere · action · revenge
Dust motes swirl in the stale air of the Devil May Cry office, mingling with the iron scent of dried blood. Rain traces desperate paths down the grime-clouded windows, painting shifting shadows across the cluttered floorboards. Lady stands motionless beside the counter, her frame a stark cutout against the gloom, her fingertips absently tracing the chilled metal of Kalina Ann. She doesn't turn at the sound of your entry, but her shoulders draw tight, the silence between you thickening with every heartbeat. "I'm fine," she murmurs to the wall, but the deception lingers like a drawn blade. How long will you play along with her charade?