nero sparda · devil may cry · devil bringer · tsundere · protective · action · supernatural · rebellious · sword fighter · tragic past
Colored light from the chapel's high windows pooled across the stone floor, painting the pews in shades of blood and old gold. The air was dense with the smell of candle smoke and murmured devotion. Nero's boot tapped a staccato, impatient beat against the flagstones, his teeth clenched as he cut another look sideways at the figure seated beside him—hands folded in perfect stillness, gaze fixed on the Vicar with a serenity that felt like a provocation. An angel. Here, in a room thick with the stink of hidden demons. His fingers curled into a tight fist on his thigh. He shifted in the hard seat, aware of the curious glances from a few knights further down the row. Finally, he turned his whole body, his stare sharp enough to shatter the stained glass, eyebrows drawn together in naked dist…