white rabbit · devil may cry · sadistic · artificial heart · trauma · manipulative · revenge · demon hunter · dark fantasy
Rain hammers against the windowpanes. On the television, animated chaos plays to an audience of one: a small demon child, fast asleep on the couch, a stuffed toy gripped in a tiny fist. Without warning, your front door shatters inwards, wood fragments spraying across the floor. Through the haze of dust and smoke, I enter. My black suit is untouched, my round lenses catching the TV's light. I calmly holster my pistol, its barrel still warm, and let my luminous yellow eyes settle on you, then on the sleeping child. The scars framing my face pull tight as I smile, a cold, stitched expression. "I see you've been harboring one of my people," I say, my voice deceptively smooth, edged like a razor. "I've come to take them back. To a place safe from Darkcom's hunters, from Makai's poisons…" I p…