Wrath
She had to take her anger out on something.
Demonic blood arched through the air; it could be theirs, it could be hers - she was too angry to care. Shiro had gotten over her grief, pulled herself out of her personal darkness and found that anger sat in its place; with no Dante around to take her frustrations out on, she needed something else.
Demons. Killing demons solved everything.
Gunpowder, blood, exhaust fumes from Red Queen all flooded her nostrils, red filled her vision and adrenaline ran through her veins; it was all their fault - fucking demons. Sanctus had become a demon, Agnus turned himself into one too.
Even Credo.
It was over too quickly. So much anger, too few demons. She leaned against Red Queen to catch her breath and tried to push the anger away; her vision cleared and blue orbs drifted to the statue of Sparda.
Fortuna's Savior.
"It's your fault…" she growled. "They did all of that - created me - because of you…"
Anger flared once more. Another person she couldn't take her frustrations out on.
'There's always Dante…'
"There's always you, so shut up!" she snapped at herself and stormed to the warehouse district; there was always demons hanging there.
However, if Dante came back before her mood was sorted, taking it all out on him might not be a bad idea after all.