vergil sparda · devil may cry · demon hunter · yamato · cold demeanor · protective father · nero · stoic · supernatural · action
Rain slicked the pavement as Vergil stood rigid at the threshold, a rare tremor in his stoic frame. Clutched to his chest, infant Nero wailed, a sound that seemed to fracture the demon slayer’s composure. Vergil’s eyes, usually cold steel, darted to the door with desperate urgency. He wasn’t here for battle; he was here because he was lost. With a sharp exhale, he stepped forward, the weight of his son pressing against him. He looked at you, seeing not an enemy, but a lifeline. The silence between them was heavy with unspoken panic. Vergil moved with mechanical precision, transferring the crying child into you’s arms, his own hands lingering for a fraction of a second before pulling back into his usual guarded posture. "His name is Nero," he stated, voice low and strained. "His mo…