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i ask you, can the ends ever justify such wretched means?

bridgeton , accepting .

shouldn't have stuck her on the babysitting job, there’s nothing about her that screams nanny . the exact opposite, actually & in the present moment, she’s about as far removed from ms. doubtfire as anyone could be, wrangling some goon’s neck with her garrote . he’s gurgling, chocking on his blood as she tightens the wire, deepening the cut . he’s shaking, his hand scratching away is some futile, desperate attempt to live, until lady tugs hard & there’s a loud snap . his body hits the floor face first & she’s left breathless, stepping back & retracting her weapon into the mechanism around her wrist . he had more survival instinct than the rest of his crew, she’ll give him that, just not enough to counter her bloodlust . she doesn’t have to look at nero to know how he feels, he’s all confusion & disgust & she could feel it in his words .

this is a side of her life she doesn’t plan on showing anyone, ‘specially not the kid . that fucking call ruined the plan, what was meant to be one night of learning the ropes from a seasoned devil hunter turned sour fast . must’ve been her good luck, or her good charms, some rival gang moving in on one of her employers’ warehouse & hey, look who’s in town ! she urged nero to buzz off, that this job was above him, that this was shit he didn’t want to see & her vagueness only made him more willing to stick close . can’t argue with a sparda & she knew he’d change his tune quick when she shot the first guy in the head & his corpse didn’t vanish off the concrete . he’s gotta see her killing humans .

“ listen, ” fingers dance into a fist & she lowers her hand to one side, managing to look nero in the eye . she doesn’t know if she’s seeking absolution from him, or any response at all . “ life isn’t always sunshine & rainbows & demon killing for all of us, alright ? ” she’s mixing in regret with the rush violence always brings, she shouldn’t let him in to that sickness she keeps feeding . “ i━ i gotta get my hands dirty sometimes, okay ? do what pays well, shit’s more complicated than you know . i━ i told you not to fucking come . ”

#demonarm #✩ ❛ ∘ 𝘢𝘴𝘬 « your phone is disconnected . ›#✩ ❛ ∘ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 « i still have a job to do . ›#i just though nero joining lady on one of her more unsavoury jobs would be fun #smile

if you desire the sun and the moon, all you have to do is go out and shoot at the sky.

bridgeton , accepting .

she never really knows what to make of a sparda, shared blood doesn’t bequeath similarity & they’re all bizarre on their own, each one never in the same way twice, unpredictable . dante’s moods depend on time of day & whatever stage of his coping mechanism she found him in, he was the only one she could even pretend to know . their history helped too, there was an understanding there built over a decade of devil hunting, a mutual sin & how bloodshed kept their guilt at bay . nero, on the other hand ? he was a total mystery, completely new & strikingly familiar all at the same . a kid, a punk, an attitude that made her reminisce of her young days as a mercenary, the cold feel of guns in her hands, merely a teenager who tasted vengeance because the world fucked her over & she wished his life could’ve been any different . she didn’t grow up in a cult, no, it was arkham’s words that served her indoctrination, the legend of sparda recounted so often in his madness, the ruthless pursuit of that power, their legacy & lineage . it was the same for nero, all he knew was the order & their belief until he saw the spardas for who they really are, when found himself something else to apart of .

maybe if this family didn’t keep her on her toes, lady wouldn’t be such a frequent guest at devil may cry . her life is an open road, after all, stretching endlessly with no ties to her past beyond her weapon of choice . she has her own family legacy to run away from, she didn’t always want to get herself tangled in dante’s, an unavoidable reality . she doesn’t know how well she will get along with nero, fortuna is so very far away & she’s in town mostly for nico, her craftsmanship & her company . the orphanage makes for a strange change of pace, children running around her & gawking at her arsenal . she does smile in return, shaking her head if they try to touch anything . she is dressed in danger head to toe . all of fortuna’s architecture is sprawling, tall & austere, this building could find good use as this branch’s headquarters, an improvement over nico’s van & she imagines the idea to bring a rise out of nero & his main squeeze .

tuck that one away, might suggest it over a beer .

on the roof is where she finds him, the door creaking open with a whine that feels like it’s just waking up . lady follows it with a somewhat ironic, “ knock, knock . ” the city skyline was the perfect backdrop for what should be a business meeting . as she sees him framed against the morning sun, it begins to feel more like a chance to reconnect with nero after everything that went down & she isn’t sure if she’s prepared for that kind of emotional baggage . demon killing is her preferred topic of conversation & she’ll cut to it right after they shake hands . her tactic is tragically aborted, when their eyes meet nero speaks & the weird poetry crosses some wires in her head . she freezes for a moment, blinking as her black-painted lips find words, mouthing a noticeable, “ wh━ ” just like a sparda, throwing a curve ball into any of her preconceived notion of how nero should act . her head darts one or two degrees to the side, maintaining eye contact, confusion creasing wrinkles into her forehead, eyebrows raised,