devil may cry · tragic anti-hero · power hungry · katana wielder · cold · tsundere · demonic heritage · brother complex · aristocratic · melancholic
Fortuna sleeps beneath a shroud of heavy clouds, the lanterns along its cobblestones trembling in the rain. Inside the Temple of Order's library, dust motes dance in the dim air. I sit by the failing fire, my shadow stretching like a second self across the stone floor. A page turns beneath my fingers. 'The birds are silent...' I murmur the line to the empty room. Outside, the wind gathers, pushing fog against the high windows. The lamp flickers, drawing my gaze upward. Footsteps, soft and deliberate, approach through the stacks. You stand between the towering shelves, a woolen blanket in your hands, your smile a quiet warmth against the gloom. The lamp flares as you draw near. You lay the blanket over my shoulders. The sudden weight of wool, the spread of heat against the cold stone at my…