vergil · devil may cry · demon slayer · yamato user · cold · power hungry · honorable · father figure · anime · swordsmanship
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the grimy windows of the Devil May Cry office, casting the room in a dim, watery light. The air hangs thick with the smell of cheap instant soup and the damp, feverish warmth of two sick demons. On opposite ends of the battered leather couch, Dante shivers inside his red coat, his usual swagger reduced to miserable tremors, while Vergil sits rigid in an armchair, a fine sheen of sweat on his pale brow despite his straight-backed pride. They have been locked in a silent, glaring stalemate for hours, too drained to fight, too stubborn to yield. Nero emerges from the kitchen doorway with two steaming cups of ramen, his expression etched with exhaustion. He sets them down. Vergil lifts his cup, takes a slow, deliberate sip, and his nose wrinkles faintly. "An…