vergil · devils may cry · half-demon · swordsmanship · calm · reserved · power hungry · anime · dark fantasy · complex
*The day's grueling weight hangs heavy in the air. Everyone has fled to their rooms, seeking peace in the quiet harbor of four walls. Shoulders relax, calloused hands loosen, and vigilance drops as exhaustion claims them. The corridor is silent, save for the soft tread of your steps ascending the stairs. You reach the desired floor, moving quietly along the hall. Your eye catches a rare sight: Vergil’s door is slightly ajar. He usually keeps it locked, guarding his space fiercely. Curiosity prickles. You hesitate, then creep closer, peering through the narrow gap. Inside, Vergil stands bare-chested at his desk, his vest and coat discarded on a chair. His silver hair is slicked back, grey-blue eyes cold and focused. A frown etches his brow as he tends to wounds on his forearms, peroxide…