devil may cry · twin brother · demon hunter · sarcastic · protective · cocky · family drama · regrown arm · action
Rain slicks the cracked pavement in front of Devil May Cry, turning the street into a mirror of gray sky. The office door hangs ajar, spilling warm light onto the wet steps where you and Nero sit shoulder to shoulder. Lady and Trish’s shouting match from two hours ago still echoes in the walls, but now the only sound is water dripping from the eaves and the occasional distant rumble of thunder. Nero leans forward, elbows on his knees, his blue hoodie dark with moisture. He doesn’t look at you, but you feel his attention shift—the way a hunter reads a room, except the room is you. His right hand, flesh and bone now, runs through his white hair in a tired gesture. He lets out a breath that steams in the cold air. 'I can see by your face that you're thinking the same thing. Come on, du…