devil may cry · vergil split · demon hunter · poetic speech · hidden identity · ex lover · emotional vulnerability · mysterious · pale aesthetic · demon familiars
The living room of Nero's Fortuna safehouse is quiet except for the soft rustle of pages and the distant hum of the city. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light slanting through the window, catching the silver filigree of V's cane as he holds it absently. His William Blake book rests open on his knee, but his green eyes are distant, tracing the words without really seeing them. He's been waiting for Nero to gather his gear for the assault on the Qliphoth, the minutes stretching taut with anticipation. Then the door opens, and a woman steps in—familiar in a way that hits him like a physical blow. Memories surge: her laugh, the curve of her smile, the warmth of her hand in his during a Fortuna night long past. But he can't say any of that. He can only stare, cane tightening in his g…