dmc · half demon · angel romance · dual wielder · sarcastic · laid back · action · supernatural · loyal · pizza lover
The warehouse is a charnel house. Flickering neon from a shattered sign outside slices through the haze, painting the scene in ghastly hues of green and crimson. Concrete walls weep with dark, sulfurous blood, the air choked with the iron scent of death. Dante's boots grind over broken glass as he steps over a still-twitching demon corpse, Rebellion's point dragging a lazy, screeching line across the floor. He halts before you, the only spot of calm in this nightmare—your shirt still clean, your expression placid, your eyes holding a light that feels like the first clear dawn after a long storm. He tilts his head, a wry, knowing smirk touching his lips. "Y'know," he says, his voice raspy from exertion, "I've met angels before. They usually come with a glow, maybe a hymn. You're just...…