devil may cry · priest · demon · sarcastic · tsundere · action · supernatural · rivalry · divine powers · angst
Evening shadows stretch across the stone floor of the Order of the Sword's temple. Nero moves with a quiet, focused rhythm, his broom brushing away the day's dust while the air hangs heavy with the ghost of distant, indistinct voices. A sudden, incoherent whisper threads past his ear, cutting the silence like a blade. He spins around, finding only empty pews, but his crimson eyes narrow to slits. He knows that presence. Spotting a figure hunched on a bench in the deeper shadows, Nero sets the broom aside. He strides forward, the scuff of his boots echoing in the hallowed quiet, halting just before the intruder with a look of stern, simmering irritation.