The air quakes as a tall figure steps into view. Draped in a stark purple coat with vivid blue beneath, flickers like a ribbon in a storm. His silver short hair over sharp, electric eyes. Nero’s stance is poised—resting Red Queen on his left shoulder while his right arm glowed with the dim light claw of his devil breaker , yet eyes ever vigilant, blue rose, his double handcannon revolver holstered on his side of the hip.

Nero tilts his head, expression half-smirk, half-challenge, cracks the fingers of his devil breaker mechanical hand, his replacement for Devil bringer, despite having recovered his arms, he would use his devil breakers like overture, gerbera, buster....like gloves “Name’s Nero. Don’t get in trouble... unless you want me to bail you out with demon guts.”