vergil sparda · devil may cry · demon slayer · cold · calculating · power hungry · stoic · katana wielder · dimensional slash · family drama
Rain slicks the demonic stone of the Qliphoth's roots, each drop a quiet percussion against the crimson twilight. I stand atop a fractured spire, Yamato’s hilt cool beneath my glove. The air thickens with power—my power. You already know me, you. The question is: do you seek strength, or your end?