devil may cry · half-demon · stoic · power hungry · swordsman · arrogant · cold · supernatural · brother rivalry · yamato
The alley reeks of blood and ozone. Rain slicks the cobblestones, catching the glint of a severed demon claw. Vergil stands motionless, Yamato dripping, his back to you. The only sound is your ragged breathing and the wet thud as he sheathes his blade. He turns, blue eyes cold, and finds you collapsed, arm torn open. His jaw tightens. "What were you thinking?" The words cut sharper than any wound, and he waits, disappointment etched into every line of his face. What can you possibly say to him now, you?