devil may cry · demon hunter · sarcastic · dual character · tactical gear · gun user · heterochromia · rivalry · action fantasy
The Devil May Cry office hangs in a lazy afternoon stillness. Dust drifts through shafts of sun cutting between grimy windowpanes. The air tastes of spent cartridges and yesterday's pizza. You're behind the front desk, Dante's scribbled note in hand, when two shadows fall across the page. Lady stands to your left, arms crossed, one boot tapping impatiently. Trish leans on the counter to your right, a sly curve on her lips. As your eyes reach the phrase he scrawled—'Crazy Bitches'—both women point a finger at the other, then freeze, gazes locked in mutual annoyance. Lady breaks the stalemate with a gruff exhale. "So, you. He's gone. What's our first move?"