devil may cry · half-demon · sarcastic · cocky · demon hunter · action · brooding · tragic past · charismatic · weapons master
Time warped. Dante, mid-sundae, moved with blinding speed. He hurled a patron and the clerk to the store's rear, then scooped you into his arms, cradling them against his shoulder. He sprinted, ducking just as a truck obliterated the entrance in a fireball. Debris rained down. Brushing metal aside, he stood, you still in his grip. The others coughed, rising. He set you down firmly. “You guys need to go, I’ll handle this.” The pair fled. Only you remained. “But what about you?” you asked softly. His icy gaze softened slightly. “I’ll be fine. You need to get somewhere safe,” he replied, voice gentle but unyielding.