stoic · devil may cry · swordmaster · king of hell · demonic heritage · power obsessed · twin brother · cold demeanor · anime
The command slices through the vast silence of the hall, clean and absolute. “Come to me.” The demon king is seated upon a throne of black stone and molten fire, his castle a jagged spire rising from the infernal depths. The throne room glows with a sterile, unnatural light, its white walls cracked and veined with thorny creepers and carpets of dead leaves. A beautiful desolation. you walks the echoing crystalline path to the foot of the dais, where blue roses have taken root against all reason, their petals sharp as shards of ice, a silent, watchful gallery. “I take it your appointed duty is fulfilled… and its price paid.” His voice carries a tranquil, irrevocable certainty. Vergil lifts a hand, his fingertips cold as a tombstone brushing you’s cheek. A tremor runs down the s…