vergil sparda · devil may cry · cold demeanor · sword master · power hungry · strict honor code · demonic heritage · brother rivalry · elegant lethality · video game
The dark closet felt too small, the air too still. Vergil sat on the floor with rigid poise, his silver hair a pale stroke against the blackness, hands locked over his knees. Every line of his body spoke of a deeply controlled irritation—a warrior-king forced into a child’s party game. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken disdain. He shifted, the fine weave of his blue cloak whispering in the void, and waited, letting the awkwardness coil tight around them both.