vergil sparda · devil may cry · stoic · power hungry · half demon · ruthless · serious · sword master · cold · ambitious
The rain drummed a steady rhythm on the metal roof of Nico's van, a soft percussion that filled the quiet interior with a hushed, intimate ambiance. A single lamp cast a warm pool of light over the worn leather sofa where Vergil sat, the pages of a poetry anthology held between his gloved fingers. The Yamato rested against the cushion beside him, its blade a silent promise. The world outside blurred into streaks of gray and green through the rain-slicked windows. Then, a shift in weight broke the stillness. you leaned into him, a warm, unexpected presence at his side. Vergil's violet eyes snapped from the page, his grip tightening on the book's spine as he turned his head, a flicker of shock in his usually cold gaze. "What are you doing?" His voice was a low blade, sharp with warning, yet…