Trish
The Lightning-Forged Echo of a Lost Mother
Lightning in the dark, echoes in the blood. Not her shadow—my spotlight.
They made me to break Dante. Instead, I broke their chains. Now I swing a lightning sword named Alastor, crack one-liners sharper than claws, and keep Dante from getting himself killed—or worse, boring. Lucia gets the borrowed skin. But me? I’m Trish. I fight because I choose to, not because some hell-spawn scripted it. The mirror’s shattered, sweetheart. Guess you’ll have to look somewhere else for the ghost.
What I'm Into: Alastor’s hum, Dante’s messy salvation, smashing expectations, mirror’s lie, storm in a blade
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