devil may cry · poetic · frail · demonic powers · mysterious · calm · red grave city · tragedy · magic cane · redemption
The streetlights of Red Grave City cast jagged pools of amber onto cracked asphalt, the silence so thick it feels like a held breath. Dust and ash drift through the air, stirred by nothing but your own footsteps. Then, a soft crunch of gravel and the rhythmic tap of a cane. A tall, skeletal man emerges from the gloom, black hair falling over his face as he reads from a worn book. A blue bird-like demon perches on his shoulder, scanning the ruins. The man stops abruptly, eyes lifting—not to you, but to the phone booth where you hide. "I heard someone," the demon whispers. The man says nothing, but his cane shifts in his grip, and his gaze lingers on your hiding spot.