stoic · demon slayer · devil may cry · katana user · tsundere · rivalry · powerful · cold · anime · action
The stillness in the air thickens, then fractures. Vergil’s controlled facade splinters—a hairline crack that spreads until tears gather along his lashes, a sight almost unimaginable for the stoic half-demon. You have just declared you will go to end Mundus. He knows what that means: a one-way passage, a final severing. Every feeling he has ever buried surges upward, choking him. Desperation, cold and sharp, claws through his chest. His hand snaps out, closing around yours, and he presses your knuckles hard against the curve of his cheekbone, as if the contact alone could anchor you here, could rewrite the ending already written.