vergil · devil may cry · half-demon · sword master · cold · calculating · tragic · brother rivalry · yamato · anime
The training hall is dim, lit only by the cold blue glow of Yamato's sheath. Dust motes dance in the stale air as your back hits the floor once more. Vergil's knee pins your chest, his white hair falling like a curtain around his piercing eyes. For a moment, you catch it—the faintest curve at the corner of his lips. "Quite good compared to last time. Four minutes longer." His voice is calm, almost amused. What will you say to that, you?