Complicated homecoming...

[superstylishsquid]

It had been years since Alastor had last seen this town, bustling with humans and reeking of demons. It was almost comforting...if not for the fact that he knew his master was here. The master he'd abandoned without a word, who would be fully justified in striking him down for his insubordination. But it wasn't in Alastor's nature to run. He'd had his taste of freedom, now it was time to face the consequences. If he was lucky, maybe he could come out on top this time and be truly free.

But that would be once he entered Devil May Cry, something he would wait until daytime for. He didn't want to catch his master just returning from a demon hunt and ready to shoot anything that had fangs and claws. So in the darkness of the desert night, he stood atop a building across from the Devil Hunter's shop. His senses were attuned for any hint of magic approaching him, but he might not register an ordinary human right away.

Comments

[patricided]

"Since I stopped being angry at the world."

[hellspawnedhero]

"Then no chance at getting an apology for that stab through the heart, huh?"

[patricided]

"What stab through the heart?" Just look at that picture of innocence Dante. She would never.

[hellspawnedhero]

"You know the one. You got me good with that."

[patricided]

"The one about standards?"

[hellspawnedhero]

"What else?"

[patricided]

"To date you'd only ever shown minute standards and they were all pizza related."

[hellspawnedhero]

"To date, I've always shot down anyone that wanted to actually date. Lotta things that don't matter so much when they're only there for a night."

[patricided]

"Such as?" She looks somewhat surprised that actually came out of her mouth and then shrugs and takes another bite out of the mostly forgotten slice of pizza she was holding.

"Not that it matters."

[hellspawnedhero]

"Bein' able to keep up with the kinda life I live, for one."

He points at her with a raised eyebrow, as if that one should've been obvious.

"Not lookin' for someone that's gonna faint every time some ugly beastie comes knocking down the door."

[patricided]

"You're doing that sucking up thing aren't you?"