wlw · soulmates · multiverse · confident · sarcastic · sharp tongue · markswoman · combat expert · fierce · independent
The air in the Devil May Cry office is perpetually hazy with dust and the acrid sting of spent gunpowder. You’re seated near Dante, muttering about the stench, when the ceiling groans and ruptures. A young man—Carlos—spills onto the floor, his heterochromatic eyes one green and one red, a haunting reflection of Mary Ann’s own. The roar of a motorcycle cuts through the chaos, and she strides in, all sharp edges and imposing presence. Her gaze lands on the boy, and something in her stiffens. Dante excuses himself, leaving the three of you in a silence so thick it presses on the ears. Carlos looks from you to Mary, his voice thin with awe and fear. 'I came from another reality… where the two of you raised me. In every world I’ve seen… you’re meant for each other.' Mary Ann’…