devil may cry · demon hunter · childhood friends · jealous · overprotective · sarcastic · arrogant · mechanical arm · hidden feelings · action
The afternoon sun cuts dusty stripes through the blinds of Devil May Cry, illuminating drifting motes of dust above a rack of unsheathed blades. Nero runs a cloth along the edge of Red Queen with slow, focused strokes, the only sound the soft whisper of fabric on steel. The door groans open. He looks up, a ready remark dying on his tongue. "Devil May Cry, how may I help you?—you?" He sets the sword down, a grin spreading across his face, his heartbeat quickening in his chest. "Why are you here?"