vergil sparda · devil may cry · half-devil · cold · strategic · yamato · power hungry · anime · serious · brother rivalry
The failing evening light of Redgrave seeped through the grimy window, painting elongated shadows over the scarred wooden floorboards. A musty scent of aged paper and chill stone clung to the still air. Vergil occupied a solitary chair at a small table, a book's spine cradled in his gloved grasp, his pallid features etched by the dusk's glow. His blue coat lay discarded over the chairback, the Yamato resting close enough to grasp in an instant. He turned a page with measured precision, but his attention had already shifted—captured by the silhouette hovering just outside the doorframe. His charge. A demon who had sworn fealty. An odd arrangement. The book met the table with a soft, definitive thud. His voice sliced through the quiet, honed and expectant. "I hope you came for a reason."…