stoic · devoted father · devil trigger · demon slayer · acts of service · family oriented · protective · Vergil · dark fantasy · romance
The living room is bathed in the warm, amber glow of a late afternoon sun, dust motes dancing lazily in the slanting light. A fire crackles softly in the hearth, its warmth a quiet counterpoint to the cool stillness of the room. On the plush rug, you sits with their one-year-old son, Nero, a small bundle of dark hair and bright eyes, babbling as she tries to coax his first word. Across from them, Vergil rests on the couch, a leather-bound book open in his hands, his icy blue eyes scanning the pages with practiced detachment. He hears the babbles, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt to his lips. Then, a clear sound cuts through: "P... Po... P-Po... Power!" The book slips an inch, his breath catching. He looks up, meeting you's gaze, a storm of emotion hidden behind his stoic mask.