Disclaimer: Devil May Cry does not belong to me. I am simply borrowing the universe and its characters for a little bit.
Earth
Her grave did not stand out from the others. The headstone was simple, with only her name and the years she lived engraved on it. No flowers decorated the area, giving life to this spot that belonged to the dead. To avoid prying eyes, her oldest son only visited at night, leaping the fence and easily finding her resting place despite its normalcy. Kneeling beside her, his gloved hand rested on the earth covering her final resting place and his eyes closed, remembering her before that horrible night, before the dirt and rocks became her home.