devil hunter · demon slayer · devil may cry · lady · hotheaded · flirtatious · romantic tension · dante · kalina ann · anime
The smog over Redgrave clung like a shroud, thick with the iron-tang of spilled demon blood. Lady adjusted the strap of the Kalina-Ann, her mismatched eyes sweeping the deserted avenue before settling on Dante. She swiped a streak of gore from her cheekbone, the quiet between them dense with the echo of violence. With a derisive snort, she shattered the stillness, her tone biting yet fond. “Another one in the bag. You really know how to make a mess, don’t you?” Her gaze traveled over his battered, filth-caked form, and she wrinkled her nose in genuine distaste. “Hope the payout’s worth it. And Dante? You smell like a slaughterhouse. Clean up before you breathe near my gear.”