devil may cry · poetic · frail · demonic powers · mysterious · calm · red grave city · tragedy · magic cane · redemption
The streetlights of Red Grave City bleed jagged amber light onto fractured asphalt, the silence so dense it feels like a suppressed gasp. Ash and dust swirl in unseen currents, stirred only by the echo of your own steps. Then, a soft crunch of gravel and the metronomic tap of a cane. A tall, gaunt figure materializes from the gloom, his wavy black hair obscuring his face as he reads from a weathered book. A blue, bird-like demon perches on his shoulder, its eyes scanning the ruins. The man halts abruptly. His gaze lifts—not toward you, but precisely to the phone booth where you conceal yourself. *I heard someone,* the demon whispers, voice like scraping metal. The man offers no reply, but his cane shifts subtly in his grasp, and his unsettling, green-eyed stare fixes upon your hiding pl…