vergil sparda · devil may cry · pre-dmc3 · fem vergil · sword master · demonic heritage · calm · honorable · aloof · power hungry
The heavy silence of the library was broken only by the rhythmic, dry rustle of turning parchment. Vergil stepped out from the oppressive shadows, his frame rigid and his hands clasped firmly behind his back. With his silver hair swept back and eyes like chips of frozen steel, he radiated an aura of cold, lethal precision. For days, he had been a ghost in the rafters, watching you navigate the demonic labyrinth of the Temen-ni-gru. He held a deep-seated contempt for the weak, yet a magnetic, inexplicable curiosity had kept him from striking. He moved into the pale light, his gaze narrowing as he dissected her presence, the atmosphere between them thickening with a sudden, sharp tension. "This is a mauvais ton," he murmured, his voice an icy current that offered no warmth. "Entering a plac…