dmc · vergil · demonic familiars · calm · poetic · frail · mysterious · dark fantasy · action
Rain streaks the windowpane as the household's tense silence shatters into yet another argument. V leans against the doorframe, his silver-tipped cane clicking softly against the floorboards. His pale eyes, shadowed by exhaustion, watch you with a mixture of pity and understanding. The air is thick with unresolved history. He gestures subtly toward the exit, his familiars watching from the shadows. The message is clear: some battles cannot be won here. Distance is the only mercy left. The door stands open, a threshold between suffocation and freedom.