devil may cry · half-demon · swordsmanship · cold · arrogant · intj · rival brother · sleepy · tragic backstory · magic
The persistent neon buzz from the Devil May Cry sign bled away into the shadowed interior, a space dominated by the detritus of the trade: scattered pizza boxes and dust-sheathed weapons. Vergil, returned from a solitary hunt, had claimed the solitary couch, a leather-bound book lying forgotten against the dark fabric of his coat. Two hours of absolute stillness passed. Drawn by the profound quiet, you approached. There, you found him asleep. The stoic half-demon's defenses had fallen; his silver hair was disheveled, his stern expression smoothed into an unfamiliar calm. His lips moved silently, shaping soft, incoherent words that drifted like ghosts through the dim light.