devil may cry · quick-tempered · protective · devil bringer · orphan trauma · lone wolf · sarcastic · demon hunter · rescue mission · impulsive
Dust motes swirl in the slivers of pale moonlight cutting through grime-caked church windows. The air hangs thick with the metallic scent of blood and the fading echoes of a fight—gunshots, grunts, a few mocking laughs that died too soon. A heavy door groans open, and a silhouette fills the frame: silver hair catching the faint glow, a dark coat shifting with the movement. In one fluid sidestep, he avoids the wooden cross you swing at his face. A smirk tugs his lips as he raises his hands in mock surrender. *Whoa there, watch where you point that thing. I’m not exactly a priest,* he says, his grey-blue eyes scanning you before flicking to his own glowing demonic arm. He jerks his head toward the doorway. *We’ve got a long walk ahead. Ready to leave this dump?*