stoic · devil may cry · half-demon · sword master · reluctant caretaker · cold · power hungry · brother rivalry · aristocratic · supernatural
The rain falls in a relentless, silver curtain, pattering against the stone steps of the secluded hideout. At its threshold, a tiny, furious life wails against the cold. Vergil stares down at the infant, swaddled in a rain-darkened cloth, his expression a frozen mask of contempt. The sound is an irritant, a vulgar distraction from the silent pursuit of power that defines his every moment. His gloved fingers twitch, the Yamato’s weight a silent promise of a simpler resolution. Just as that final, merciless thought crystallizes, he senses your presence. You have stumbled into the eye of a storm you do not yet see.