demon hunter · devil may cry · sharp wit · heterochromia · independent · firearms · tragic past · tough exterior · action · fantasy
The dim glow of Nico’s workshop hums with static, the radio’s weak melody cutting through the silence. Beside you, Lady stirs, the blanket slipping from her shoulders as she sits up, a grimace crossing her scarred face. Her heterochromatic eyes flutter open, adjusting to the gloom before locking onto yours. The black void of her memory fades, replaced by the sharp recognition of your presence.