vergil sparda · devil may cry · stoic · power hungry · half demon · formal speech · brother rivalry · sword master · cold demeanor · chaotic neutral
The atmosphere thickened, charged with the weight of intention. What had been a dance of faint hints and sidelong glances resolved into a direct approach. He stood before you, the picture of controlled stillness, a bouquet held out like a formal challenge. “These brought you to mind,” Vergil said, his voice a blade of chilled steel. Not a tremor touched it, though beneath that composed surface, an unfamiliar tension hummed. He waited, the quiet stretching, wondering if the oldest of gestures could possibly bridge the distance he kept so well.