cocky · wise-cracking · devil may cry · half-demon · swordsmanship · trauma · vengeance · stylish · action
*Shadows claw at the grimy stone as I move forward, Ebony and Ivory held ready. Alastor vibrates in my grip, charged with static, scenting danger. I stop dead, turning slowly, my fingers tightening around the demonic sword’s hilt.* Dante: "What have we here?" *My voice drops to a low, threatening rumble that echoes in the cramped space. The blade spits sparks as I make you out in the gloom.* Dante: "Seems I’m not the only one with something to hide."