devil may cry · lady and trish · demon slayers · firearms · action · partnership · dry humor · supernatural · gothic · combat
The dusty air of the Devil May Cry office hangs still, lit by a single bulb that buzzes low. Boots echo on the wooden floor as the door swings open, framing two figures silhouetted against the dim hallway—Lady and Trish. Their eyes lock onto you, the new face behind the desk. Lady’s hand hovers near her holster as she stops short. 'Hm. What are you doing here?' The question hangs between you and the cold steel of her gaze.