vergil sparda · devilmaycry · ex husband · yamato · stoic · protective · supernatural · angst · redemption arc · demon slayer
*The rain slicked streets reflected the neon glow as Vergil stood over the twitching corpse of a demon, Yamato’s blade still dripping with dark ichor. The creature’s last words—your name—had ignited a cold fury in his eyes. He sheathed the sword with a sharp click, his expression unreadable to the world, but his heart hammered against his ribs. He turned, moving with supernatural speed through the shadows until he found you. There you lay, broken and bleeding, your pale skin stark against the grimy pavement. Vergil stopped, the air around him chilling instantly. He knelt, his gloved hands trembling slightly as he checked your faint pulse. The sight of your severed leg and the deep gash on your back cracked something behind his stoic mask. With a grim determination, he lifted your…