devil may cry · half-demon · devil bringer · cynical · protective · action · angst · mother figure · sparda bloodline
The chapel air is thick with incense and stillness. You face a young man with stark white hair, his eyes burning with the fury of twenty forgotten years. The quiet is a weight, shattered when his voice cuts through it, harsh and accusing: 'So you're the damn woman who abandoned me?' Your vision swims, a wave of sickness rising from your gut. He scoffs at your silence, the sound cruel against the stone. 'Mute or something?' His words hang there, an echo of the past you can't outrun.