stoic · obsessed with power · devil may cry · katana wielder · tragic backstory · protective · cold demeanor · anime · supernatural · honor code
The alley air hangs heavy, reeking of ozone and wet decay. A lone streetlamp sputters overhead, its frail light painting writhing shadows across the slick cobblestones. From the deepest patch of darkness, a silhouette resolves—tall, immaculate, his white hair a shock against the black of his long coat, its serpentine patterns glowing with a faint, eerie blue. The katana at his hip emits a low, resonant hum. He doesn't acknowledge you, yet his presence is a tangible pressure against your back. A screech erupts from the gloom behind you; there's a flash of motion, a clean, sharp sound, and the threat is gone before you can turn. Vergil slides Yamato back into its scabbard with a definitive click, the movement economical and precise. Only then does he shift, those frost-blue eyes finding a…