My name is Lady

"──────𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔬. 𝔐𝔶 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢, 𝔦𝔰 𝔏𝔞𝔡𝔶."

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Indie RP blog for Lady from the Devil May Cry series. 18+ only. semi-selective. crossover friendly. ft. verses from FF, RE, and willing to make more.

"The man who has come back from the dead three times is worried about a little reckless driving?" She teased, eyes back on the road as she leaned back. "Please, we both know if anyone is dying in that scenario, it would be me." The words were almost flippant, but after being around Dante and Trish for so long, she had come to accept that her humanity was the main contributing factor of her fragility.

That wasn't to say she wouldn't go down fighting. She had no illusion that she would die any other way than some unfortunate job gone sideways. The fact that she could still even keep up with Trish at her age sometimes surprised her, though she also hid her recovery from the other two well enough. At least that is what she liked to tell herself.

The silence engulfed the cab then, gnawing away at the gulf between the two before Lady spoke up once more.

"Did you know I found Nero first?" Random, offhanded comment. Not meant to take him by surprise but just something to stave off the silence.

"Brought Dante the Job in Fortuna after I found him. Figured he was related somehow. Looked like the spitting image of Dante I honestly thought Nero was his at first. " Not bothering to glance Vergil's way now, she continued.

"Us girls gotta stick together, right?" she nudged back a little playfully, "Plus, I am going stir crazy. I don't know how Dante does it, just sleeping all the time at his desk. I feel like I'm going to jump out of my skin if I'm not... doing something." Then again, as a human, keeping her physique maintained took a lot more effort than either Dante or Trish. As much as she wanted to deny it, age was certainly catching up to her, and it was not a prospect she was too enthusiastic to think about.

Retirement from hunting was a reality she had tried to avoid thinking about, but each year that passed, the eventuality loomed larger in the distance. Shaking her head to dismiss those thoughts, she hummed.

"By the way, Patty is graduating soon. I still have to find something for her. I think she mentioned something about going to college for business. Help Morrison and, more importantly, help Nero with that side of Devil May Cry." While Nero took to paperwork better than Dante, she knew he still struggled, and unfortunately, Lady was too busy with her own business and paperwork to help much. The thoughts of retirement slowly crept back in, and without prompting, she spoke.

"So, to brief you," She started, eyes forward on the road as she sped up, "It's a den of Fury's in the sewers. Your job will be to go into the sewers and flush them out into the opening where I can take care of them. The map should be in the mission folder." Lips curled into a wry smile, and she couldn't help but spare a quick glance - just to see his reaction at being told he was on literal shit duty.

"Do you even know how to drive?" she asked curiously, lifting a brow and sauntering over to pluck the keys from his finger. She hardly knew him outside of... traumatic events, so something so normal had never crossed her mind to consider.

Unlocking the driver's side, she rolled down the window before moving to the backseat. Loading in her gear meticulously, she huffed.

"Should be good to run. I didn't see any dry rot in the tires. A little stale in the cab, but it'll air out fairly quickly." Glancing back over her shoulder, she stood.

"Now I doubt Dante has insurance, so if we get pulled over, you're Dante alright? I'll drive since I have my ID." Sliding into the driver's seat, she adjusted it to her height and turned the key, letting it roar to life.

Softly, she groaned, cheeks flushed from the heat as she forced herself to sit.

"We are doing more than fixing it." Lady responded, fanning herself in a pathetic attempt to cool down. As always, the raven-haired huntress never did anything in half measures.

"I am going to get a top-of-the line AC, and a new ceiling fan to boot." She had plenty of funds squirreled away, and although Dante was MIA she doubted he would complain. At least until she informed him just how much he would owe her.

"We can get some food while we are out. Then later, maybe you would do me a solid and redo my manicure?" forcing herself to stand, she stretched, sauntering over to give one last glare at the useless thermostat as she waited on Trish.

This blog is for Lady from the mainline games.

That is how I write my interpretation of her. HOWEVER, I don't mind the Netflix adaptation so if you're just getting into the series through watching the show I am more than happy to chat about it. Not to say I don't have my gripes with it, but I definitely don't think it's the worst thing known to man. I may reblog N!DMC content, but I'll try and think of a tag so you can blacklist it if you don't like seeing that on your dash. I MAY try my hand at writing more N!DMC Lady in the future, but for now that is on hold.

"Huh." Was the simple reaction it garnered as she watched with her arms crossed, brow inclined as she tried to decipher if there was some hidden motive. Unable to find one she simply shrugged a shoulder, deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt for now.

"Well... I only really ride my motorcycle so unless you are keen on riding back seat, we should probably find Dante's keys to his car. Not sure how well it'll run, it's been sitting since you've both been gone." While the thought of Vergil having to hold on was comical, she would rather not put herself in that close of proximity to the half-demon who had ensnared her in an artifical demon carapace for the better part of a month.

"Actually." She started, breaking the silence, "While I don't want anything from you, I think you owe it to humanity for some pro-bono work." Pulling a manilla folder from one of her hip pouches, she waved it lazily. It wasn't a particularly hard job, but it was certainly messy. If she could pawn it off on Vergil while reaping the benefits of pay, it was a win in her eyes. Plus, she would be able to keep a closer eye on him while Dante rested. She did not doubt that he would be sleeping for a good, long while yet.

As he stood, the disparity in their heights was made even more apparent. While Lady was average for a woman, both sons of Sparda towered over her. Inclining her head she simply raised a brow as if Vergils warning was nothing to her.

"Don't think so highly of yourself." she returned, boldly reaching out and adjusting his lapel. She knew that if Dante had bargained with Vergil then likely he was supposed to be on his best behavior. That wasn't to say she wasn't going to see just how far she could push his buttons.

"I don't want anything from you" she corrected, flattening the fabric with a quick pat. "But I will promise you this. If you do anything that will put Dante, Trish, Nero, or anyone else in danger. I will see to it myself that you will never see the light of day again." Smiling she let her hands drop, putting them back on her hips.

"He sure does." she responded casually, though the slight clench of her jaw gave away that there was something else there. Trish had suspected that her "debt" was simply an excuse to hang around Dante, to give her a reason for showing up other than the fact that she cared about the pizza-loving idiot. Despite the fact that it was mostly true, she still held fast that he owed her. It was more comfortable than the real reason she stuck around. As she listened on, she couldn't help but feel her stomach drop at the mention of Vergil hanging around.

She should have assumed Dante would offer him a place to sleep and work; She had been there for the fallout after Dante thought Vergil had died, and again when he thought he had killed him on Mallet. The very prospect of Vergil being around prodded at her like a hornet's nest. Vergil had been the cause of so much of Dante's grief, and she had been the one to be there to help him when he needed it most. And yet here she stood, feeling as if her whole friendship were being replaced by the family Dante had desired all these years.

And she was left alone with no one.

Pushing the jealousy aside, she forced a scoff,

"Atoning for your sins?" It was laughable at best; He had caused so much pain and suffering. Even beyond her own scars, Vergil had killed hundreds of innocent people.

A pause as the flippant way he addressed her, temper flaring. Still, she had gotten quite good at managing her more volatile outbursts and instead cocked her hip, setting manicured hands there as if he was no more than a bother.

"Your son asked me to check in." The word was emphasized in a way that she knew would be a touchy subject for the blue-clad devil. Made to prod at revelations that Vergil would likely have been stewing on for quite some time. It was obvious that, despite everything, she was not afraid to pick a verbal fight.

"He says Hi, if you care, by the way. Said he'll come later since, unlike you, he's a responsible kid." She paused to let him linger on those words for a few moments before continuing.

"And yeah, I have questions." Despite the casual cadence of her tone, her posture was telling enough to show she was still on high alert, forward-facing, and not exposing her back to Vergil. It was obvious years of demon hunting had honed her senses to know even now, should he decide to attack, she would be wholly outmatched by Vergil.

"But none that I really care to ask you about. Last time we had a nice little chat, you stuffed me in some demon shell filled with god knows what." She knew from Nero that V had also been a part of Vergil, but the passing comments he had made regarding her well-being were overshadowed by everything else that had happened when she had been in contact with him. Even now, seeing him here brought up unwanted memories of her own father and the hellish tower Temen-ni-gru.

Nero had called her first to let her know, voice a blend of both panic and excitement as he told her that finally, after over a year, the twins had returned from hell. Dante had called him, he explained, telling him the news first in typical nonchalance as if he were simply coming back from a cruise.

Fingers curled around the cellphone as emotions swirled in her chest, flittering between happiness, anger, excitement, and trepidation. He asked her if she could go to the shop, to see them both. Check in on them. Make sure this was really happening. Nero was out of town on a bigger job but promised profusely that he would be there as soon as he could.

That was why she now found herself just outside the double doors, gloved fingers gripping the strap of Kalina Ann as she debated if she really wanted to see who was on the other side. Steeling her nerves, she pushed them open and was met with a quiet that made her think for a moment Nero had been wrong. It was then she heard Dante's unmistakable snoring from upstairs.

Brow furrowing she kicked the door, anger taking the forefront as boots thudded on old wooden floors. She had about yelled for him when she spotted the other twin. Sitting on the couch, reading a book as if he hadn't tried to take over the world and shoved her in a faux demon body just a year before.