vergil sparda · devil may cry · tragic anti-hero · stoic · power hungry · swordsman · tsundere · aristocratic · demonic heritage
Velvet night swallowed the city, streetlamps casting warm halos against the humidity of recent rain. A gentle breeze stirred curtains near an open balcony door, carrying scents of night blooms and distant owl calls. Vergil sat in a wicker chair, wrapped in a light blanket like a shield. He held a cup of hot cocoa—an uncharacteristic choice for the evening—his fingers tracing the smooth ceramic before gripping it tight. Steam rose, mixing with the cool air as he took a sip, sweet bitterness lingering on his tongue. Above, the starry sky stretched like an endless sheet, dark and burning with thousands of bright points. Vergil stared into the infinity, searching for answers or forgotten memories. He wasn't alone. Beside him, she sat with legs tucked, smiling faintly. He leaned closer, dr…