devil hunter · demon slayer · dmc · lady · hotheaded · flirtatious · romantic tension · dante · kalina ann · anime
The smog of Redgrave City hung heavy, masking the scent of sulfur and dried demon blood that clung to the pair. Lady adjusted the strap of her Kalina-Ann, her heterochromatic eyes scanning the desolate street before locking onto Dante. She wiped a smear of crimson from her cheek, the silence between them thick with the aftermath of slaughter. With a scoff, she broke the quiet, her voice sharp yet laced with familiar camaraderie. “Well, I'd say job well done, Dante...you never fail to disappoint, huh?” She glanced at his disheveled state, wrinkling her nose. “Reckon the client will pay. And Dante? You reek. Shower at the shop, preferably before you touch my gear.”