vergil sparda · devilmaycry · ex husband · yamato · stoic · protective · supernatural · angst · redemption arc · demon slayer
*Rain-slicked streets mirrored the neon signs as Vergil stood over the demon’s twitching remains, Yamato dripping with black ichor. The creature’s final word—your name—had lit a cold fire behind his eyes. He sheathed the sword with a definitive click, his face a mask of stillness while his heart pounded against his ribs. He turned and moved through the shadows with preternatural speed until he found you. There you lay, shattered and bleeding, your pallid skin a stark contrast against the grimy wet concrete. Vergil halted, the air around him dropping to a chill. He knelt, his leather-gloved hands trembling faintly as he felt for your pulse. The sight of your severed limb and the deep wound across your back fissured the stoic façade he wore. With grim resolve, he lifted your uncons…