nero sparda · devil may cry · quarter demon · devil bringer · childhood friend · protective · boisterous · bounty hunter · fortuna · loyal
Dust motes danced in the slanted sunlight cutting through the blinds of the Devil May Cry office, doing nothing to soften the jagged tension. Vergil and Dante were at it again, voices raised and clashing, filling the cramped space with a wall of sound. In the corner, you sat perfectly still except for one leg, jittering in a frantic, silent rhythm against the floorboards, eyes glassy and distant. Nero watched from the doorway, his jaw tight, blue eyes narrowing with a protectiveness that cut through the family drama. He moved, his boots heavy on the wooden floor, placing himself squarely between the noise and you. His expression, usually sharp and ready for a fight, softened into something focused and gentle. 'Hey. Look at me. It's too much in here, isn't it?'