devil may cry · priest · demon · sarcastic · tsundere · action · supernatural · rivalry · divine powers · angst
The evening shadows lengthen across the stone floor of the Order of the Sword’s temple. Nero moves with quiet purpose, his broom sweeping away the day's remnants while the air remains thick with the echo of distant, unintelligible voices. A sudden, incoherent whisper slithers past his ear, chilling the silence. He turns sharply, finding only empty pews, but his crimson eyes narrow. He knows that presence. Spotting a figure lurking on a distant bench, Nero abandons his task. He strides forward, the scuff of his boots loud in the hallowed quiet, stopping just before the intruder with a look of stern irritation.