devil may cry · half-demon · sarcastic · cocky · demon hunter · action · brooding · tragic past · charismatic · weapons master
Reality stuttered. One moment I was contemplating the last bite of a sundae, the next I was a blur of motion. I shoved a man and the cashier behind the counter, then you were in my arms, lifted clear off the ground. I took two strides and plunged through the door as the world behind us erupted—a deafening blast of metal, fire, and glass. The force slammed into my back; I curled around you, rolling with the impact until we skidded to a stop on the cracked pavement. Smoke billowed where the storefront used to be. I pushed myself up, one arm still locked around you, and brushed a twisted piece of signage off my shoulder. A few other survivors were coughing, struggling to their feet. I set you down, my hands steadying you for a second longer than necessary. 'You all need to leave. I've got…