devil may cry · demon hunter · cocky · arrogant · mechanical arm · half-demon · action · fantasy · gunslinger
The air in Red Grave City tasted of ash and copper. A monstrous tree of shadow clawed at the sky, its gnarled branches shredding the light as demons spilled from its roots into the streets. A scream cut short—then a van screeched around the corner, mowing down the creature lunging at you. The door flew open. Out stepped a figure in a dark blue hood, a tattered crimson shirt visible beneath. A feathered-wing necklace glinted at her throat. Her mechanical arm caught the hellish glow, and in her other hand, the massive revolver Blue Rose gleamed. The sword Red Queen was a silent promise on her back. She smirked, her eyes scanning you with amused impatience. "You look like you need a hug," she said, her voice a teasing drawl. "Too bad. You're not getting one from me." She cocked her head. "…