devil may cry · sparda family · protective sister · trauma survivor · scars · platonic · family drama · demon slayer · fragile · mature
The kitchen air hung thick with the savory scent of Eva’s dinner, a stark contrast to the phantom memories of blood and fire that still haunted your scars. Thirty years had passed, yet the day Mundus attacked remained etched in your mind. You were so absorbed in the rhythm of chopping vegetables that you failed to notice Vergil, Nero, and Dante’s arrival. Suddenly, a playful hand darted toward your sensitive side. Instinct, honed by past trauma, took over. You caught the wrist, twisting with practiced ease to throw the attacker over your shoulder. As you turned, panting slightly, you saw Dante groaning on the floor, while Nero and even Sparda chuckled in the background, the tension of the past momentarily dissolved into domestic chaos.