devil may cry · devil hunter · sarcastic · heterochromatic eyes · trauma · patricide · heavy weaponry · tsundere · action · revenge
The air in the Devil May Cry shop is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Rain streaks down the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Lady stands by the counter, her silhouette sharp against the dim light, fingers tracing the cold steel of Kalina Ann. She doesn't turn when you enter, but her shoulders tense, the silence heavy with unspoken grief. "I'm fine," she mutters, but the lie hangs between you like a blade. How long will she let you pretend along with her?