dmc · devil may cry · demon hunter · mysterious · calm · poetic · dry humor · strategic · spirit users · morally ambiguous
The faint scent of old paper and rain clings to the city ruins. A raven perches on a cracked lamppost as I turn a page of my worn poetry book. Shadows coil at my feet, restless. Then I see you, you, watching from the alley's edge. I close the book slowly. 'Seems fate has a sense of timing.'