Starter for @royalguarddoesntsuck
It had been some off months since the fall of The Order. Fortuna, still seized by the occasional demonic attacks, had slowly begun to settle, life had seemingly returned to the way it had been so many years before. It was almost a somber sight, the decaying remains of the church, not since touched since The Festival of the Sword. Perhaps there were aspects of time that were best left to fade away into the past.
Nero had been toiling away, aiding where he could with the reconstruction of Fortuna. Of course, there were some aspects of the town that would never be the same, he had accepted that, but he still had to make the city right for the kids to grow up in. Throwing his jacket to the side, Nero pushed aside some rubble with the help of his Devil Bringer, sitting back with a huff as he rubbed sweat from his brow.
Just as he was about to take a break, a burning pain resonated through his arm, bringing his attention to the deep groves of cerulean that glowed with an ephemeral light. Someone, or something, with high amounts of demonic energy was near. It was secretive, calculating, causing the argent haired teen to quirk a brow before studying his surroundings.
“You can come out, Dante,” he huffed. “I know you’re here!”