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/ safe travels and have a relaxing vacation!

/ bruh, this week has been a nightmare.

/ he just lile me fr fr

/ you already HAD my permission *shakes you* you always do. smh. let's go!

/ then please, don't. keep your explanations for our interactions! 😂

/ his WAIST? DUDE. talk about power imbalance!

< determined to win or die trying. She 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 get Vergil's consent tonight and take what was needed.

< bed if you have to."

And with that final command dispensed and a soft lingering look towards the stubborn demon who had all but given up on his life and his promises to her, she was gone, striding confidently through the rain as though she were a general in her own right, marching into a battle >

< "And you're wrong, Mundus. This is 𝘰𝘶𝘳 battle as much as it is yours.

This isn't just about you. Don't forget that the fate of humanity hangs in the balance. You three—" She pointed to his three generals. "Watch him. Make sure he rests until we return. Tie him to the >

<"It's our only shot. We agreed not to rush it; to give him time, but time's up. We do it my way now. I can go alone if you're scared to face him," Lady added slyly, causing Dante to sputter indignantly at the taunt.

Before stepping outside, she cast the demon king a stern look over her shoulder. >

< Lady gave no response as she zipped her jacket and grabbed her motorcycle keys from the table.

She hardly even registered their words, only addressing their collective discontent and misgivings when she reached the door and placed one hand against its wooden surface.
>

> getting too old to keep up with Lady whenever she got like this.

"You know what that face means," Trish added, studying her nails.

"Yeah, means the only thing stoppin' her tonight is death. Hers or Vergil's," Dante finished sourly. He hadn't planned on getting himself wet and bloodied tonight. >

< "She's making that face," Nero remarked, his expression caught somewhere between admiration, awe, and dread for the formidable fierceness on Lady's visage.

"Yep, she's making that face again," Dante echoed on a weary sigh.

He was getting too old for this. More specifically, he was >

< Sparda's curse on Mundus is our top priority." Her mismatched eyes blazed with resolve as she turned to grab her jacket and shrug into it.

"I'm going to see Vergil. Nero, Dante, Trish— come with me. We 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 convince him this time, even if we have to kick his ass before we do it." >

< steer towards a dead-end, leading them to the same horrendous outcome that Lady refused to accept.

"Chytri is right," Lady ultimately said, after some consideration, without breaking eye contact with the demon. There was a quiet, unspoken understanding in their exchange of gazes. "Breaking >

< the wretched circumstance of her former master. The blonde's expression was uncharacteristically solemn.

Yet Lady hardly had the energy to spare for consideration of her friend's change of heart, for every sentence, and despite every wish to the contrary, the conversation seemed to >

No one spoke as the generals and their king argued. Words seemed to escape them; the lack of promising alternatives to the solutions already proposed weighed heavily on the devil hunters present.

Even the nonchalant Trish averted her gaze in a quiet display of kinship, and perhaps solidarity, for >

/ ifjdfjga EVERYONE IS SHORT compared to those 3, lmao

/ holy CHRIST

< "How would we do that?" she countered. "We'd have to draw Argosax away."

"It would take a big distraction," Trish supplied.

"And Mundus is too weakened. We have to break the curse first." Lady paused, giving the demon king an appraising look.

"You could use a shower.... and rest."

< without releasing Mundus' hands. "Could try taking them head-on," Nero proposed.

"Focus on their leader, maybe?" Morrison chimed in with his own opinion. "Without Argosax to lead them, the legions might fall into chaos. Easy pickings for you guys." Lady frowned, dubious about either plan. >

< tongue and scratched the back of his head— a sign of growing frustration.

"We can't give up," Lady added. No matter how temptingly easy it was to do so.

"Dante, Trish, is there no other way to seal those gates and buy us some time?" she asked, turning to the two devil hunters >

< Not knowing what else to do, Lady reached for his trembling hands and cupped them in her own, stilling him.

"Don't say that. You did the best you could," was the first thing she said to him, the dry warmth of her hands seeping into the cold moisture of his. Behind them, Dante clicked his >

< with an air of defeat that brought her little comfort. Even before Mundus spoke, Lady surmised the grim nature of the news he would deliver.

It was worse than she had anticipated. Her chest tightened at the edge of vulnerability she glimpsed in his voice and in his micro gestures. >

< launched herself off the couch, rushing to the entrance to greet them.

Her clear voice cut through the thick, gloomy silence of the room, hope and concern lacing her tone in equal measure.

Her eyebrows wrinkled at the sight of them; battered, bruised, disheveled, and carrying themselves >

Although everyone present and actively involved refused to acknowledge it, the restlessness was beginning to spread among them.

From her place at the window, Lady was the first to notice the four shapes heading toward the building's entrance. "They're back!" she exclaimed, and all but >

/ GOOD. let my voice haunt you for all eternity as I whisper the word, KNOIFE.😂

/ *stabs your depression with a KNOIFE, and eats it.*

< It was concern for the life of a demon she had grown fond of.

It was fear for his eventual descent into madness and his sudden impermanence.

The awareness bore into her with the sharpness of an icy spear. It made her impatient, sometimes even reckless.