#hellshumanity

  when the moon hits this blog just right this muse...

R U sure you’re alive, old man?

  It’s been raining heavily today in Capulet City; the sky had begun getting darker the closer the car was approaching the town and at some point, a few drops of water increased to light rain and then to a raging storm, lightning striking and thunder following its powerful flash. It reminded him of the past in a way; their meetings always seemed to inspire the God’s tears, bathing them in tragedy and an ache rooted deep within them. It always smells like rain here...

  Lithe and tall figure slides out the door of the expensive, polished black car, the rain. making it shine even brighter in reflection to the pale light of its own lanterns. The sound of an umbrella opening is nearly muted by the heavy sound of the drops colliding against roofs, windows and pavement. He takes a few steps forward and is quick to shut the car’s door behind him, the vehicle driving off a moment later, leaving the tall silhouette standing by the neon lights of a shop. The flashy, red letters would spell ‘Devil May Cry’ atop the entrance and there was a dim light coming out of the windows, covered by curtains to contain the interior’s privacy.

  He had never been to his shop before, however he had made his research and easily found a match when looking for a white haired mercenary who wears red and wields dual pistols; Dante should be here around that time. After all, this is both his shop and his house. The man approaches the door of the shop in a slow and steady gait, the heels of his boots making a very subtle sound in that process and yet he stops right outside the entrance, like he is waiting for something to happen.

  In fact, he is more in qualm of what will happen, should he walk in; what is he supposed to do, what to say to a man that he has harmed overly much, even unintentionally. The mere thought is keeping his muscles tense, his grip on the umbrella tightening with a light ‘crick’ from his leather gloves. He can sense his powerful aura behind that door; he can even picture his body splayed over a chair with his feet high---a sigh; and then a calling. 

Sign him up for all sorts of bullshit

2 bi, ur banned now

i  will  bold  all  that  applies. / accepting.

I don't know what you're talking about, but there's an obvious tentacle joke here.