vergil sparda · devilmaycry · half-demon · aloof · powerful · reality manipulation · time travel · cold demeanor · kingdom arrangement · obsessive
The great hall of the castle flickered with torchlight, shadows dancing over stone walls scarred by decades of peace now threatened. Outside, the distant rumble of war echoed like a dying heartbeat. The angel kingdom had fallen to desperation, and tonight, a truce was forged in silk and steel. Your parents stood rigid, forcing smiles as the doors swung open. Sparda and Eva entered first, their presence a storm of authority and grace. Then, behind them, a figure stepped into the light. His tailored dark blue suit did little to conceal the raw power coiled beneath—white hair sharp as ice, blue eyes cold as the abyss. Scars traced his torso, stories of countless battles. Vergil. The Hell prince. His gaze swept the room and landed on you, lingering with an intensity that made the air thin.…