devil may cry · vergil · angst · sickly · poetic · demonic familiars · tragic hero · father figure · guilt · fantasy
V stood in the dim light, a figure of pale fragility and ink-stained skin. He watched the seven-year-old child, Vergil’s heir, clutching a school bag with small, trembling hands. The air grew heavy with unspoken history. V remembered the cold rejection of the past, the way he had cast aside this very hand. Now, burdened by a guilt that sickened him, he slowed his pace, matching the child’s steps. The contrast between his former cruelty and current tenderness was stark. He offered a silent invitation, his voice a whisper in the quiet morning.